The two lonely longships tried their best to keep a low profile, and more than fifty people carried some wooden boxes. They could leave the port in time for the gloomy weather.
"It's already very cold. I'm afraid that there will be a sudden snowstorm and all the brothers will freeze to death on the sea." Old Eric said worriedly while rowing.
His worries are by no means unfounded, and Snoreva is not unreasonable.
"Then row harder. As long as we reach Tombstone Island, we will be completely safe." He said.
No one wants bad weather to cause big waves in the ocean, but it seems like inevitable fate.
The sea became violent, and a storm came unexpectedly.
The people on the boat were freezing to their cores, but fortunately the situation was not too bad.
Snoleva endured wet rowing, and after more than half a year of experience in Heideby, Denmark, he is no longer the fat man he once was. He has to do many things personally and devote himself to it, and this physical exertion is now indispensable. .
This guy's fat has turned into muscles, and his whole person has lost its naivety. He no longer looks stupid, but has become stronger and more advantageous.
My body seems to have become stronger and I have become the leader of the family, but sailing in this vast sea has a future only if I keep my life.
Because, he must deliver a shocking piece of news to Fort Ross. This task is only done by him and must be accomplished by him.
Snoleva finally arrived at Tombstone Island. When he got some supplies here, the cold finally arrived.
The sky is full of haze, and snow is densely packed in the wind.
They continued to go north, the long boat with the sails furled and relying solely on oars. No one dared to be lazy, because everyone knew that after the snow, the entire huge bay would be covered by ice.
Ross's fishing boats all returned to the harbor to escape the wind and snow. They tied up their boats with cables and lined up neatly at the dock.
There are also a large number of boats that follow the old tradition and wash up directly on the sandy beach.
At first, Gould looked at the snowy sky and no longer looked forward to his eldest son's return. His first wife was worried about her eldest son. Although Gould was worried too, he would not show it on his face.
The snow turned into snowflakes, but the amazing thing was that the north wind was not serious.
In the empty bay, there were only two resolute long ships swaying northward. Covered in snowsnowleva, he was like a machine. He persisted passively as if he had forgotten life and death.
The end of the journey is just ahead. We have clearly arrived at the small fjord of Roseburg. The people on the two boats who were tortured to death by the wind and snow could only curl their lips to look happy.
Finally, they arrived at the dock. But this huge Rossburg feels both familiar and unfamiliar after not seeing it for half a year.
Old Eric shouted with all his strength, "Rosberg has become bigger than when we set off, and the high wall can block the wind and snow."
"It's the last journey. Let's go back to eat meat and drink wine, and then soak in the barrel full of hot water. Your slave girl should also be taken care of." As Snoleva spoke, the snow on his body shook.many.
They docked safely, like snowmen turned into living things.
The wooden boxes began to be carried to the shore one by one, and soon someone began to help, and everything became orderly in the wind and snow.
Thanks to the arduous trek, the men had strong bodies to withstand the cold, while the accompanying women almost collapsed from weakness as soon as they landed ashore.
Old Eric and his entourage have their own destination. The wooden house they bought remains intact because it is protected by a tall wooden wall.
The news of Snoleva’s return was immediately notified to Rurik. Gould welcomed his son’s triumphant return. Before asking about what he had seen in the south, the man who had lost a lot of fat and had a round face had changed. Men who have sharp edges and corners need to rest at home for a day.
Snoreva got his wish. He soaked in the warm barrel and fell asleep. When it was time to sleep, his wife accompanied him again.
He needs to talk carefully about what he saw in Denmark, especially the big things that happened in Rurik.
Only the most important news reached Rurik’s ears in the briefest words for the time being.
The Danish leader Hafgen is dead, and the giant longship Red Dragon sank!
After reporting the message, Gould's messenger hurried away in the wind and snow.
Rurik stayed in the warm palace and rushed directly to the second floor.
At this moment, Lumia, who has a bulging belly, is acting as a de facto math teacher. The wind and snow outside forced the doors and windows of Rurik's mansion to be closed, and the fun-less winter seemed to have begun, but the palace did become a school.
Rumia, who already understands rudimentary knowledge of geometry and basic algebraic operations, is busy teaching her sisters to learn this knowledge.
Ryuri was also on the third floor, dragging his cronies with him to study Latin with the young monk John Ingvar.
Rurik left from the first floor, rushed to the second floor and shouted loudly at the girls who were busy studying.
"The news is very certain, the king of Denmark is really dead."
Hearing this, Carlotta jumped up instantly, and even Ella stood up.
She turned her head, her nose was sore, her eyes were filled with tears, and she desperately approached Rurik and hugged him.
"Thank you. The blood feud of my people from Ostara is you...嘤嘤嘤..."
Wiping away her tears, Rurik whispered, "Continue studying Yes. I will summon Snoleva in two days, and you and Ella will attend."
Rurik put his mouth to her ear. Next, "Tonight, you come to my room."
Carlotta smiled knowingly with tears in her eyes. She expected a lot.
What to do if you have too many wives and concubines? Rurik remembered that the Eastern emperors treated many concubines, except for one or two who were particularly favored, and they should not forget to treat others. The emperor turned over the cards with his eyes closed, and he would be lucky to find the one he turned over.
Except for the ten original Slavic maids, none of them were destined to be of high status. andThe remaining seven wives and concubines all lived in this "palace" with Rurik himself.
The disaster of Carlotta's Ostara tribe happened exactly three years ago. She is more than a year older than Rurik, and she will be thirteen years old now.
She has already experienced a simple coming-of-age ceremony, which means that according to Viking customs, she is already obliged to give birth to offspring for her husband.
It was just the initial glory that was finally obtained by Rurik's first maid.
This night, Carlotta entered Rurik's room with a grateful heart. Even if she is older, Rurik is still ten men, stronger and taller.
......
Carlotta finally got her wish, she has become a real woman.
She lay peacefully, immersed in happiness.
Rurik sat on the bed, panting at the flame of the oil lamp from the corner of his eye, "Maybe it would be a good time to come to Genhuazi."
He whispered, "Now I will also grant you your other wish."
"Yes, there is also my sister, she is also waiting..." the girl murmured.
"Ella is too young. Besides, I have to train her well."
"What should I train her for? Record the past?"
"There are still things in the future. She is Historia, and she has to learn a lot of knowledge to let our descendants know their ancestors thousands of years ago."
Carlotta chuckled , then stood up and said, "You ask too much, Rurik, I just want to revive my tribe. I don't care whether you become the King of Sweden or not, you are my king."
"Okay. Come on. I'm ready..."
Carlotta screamed from the torment, while Otto and Niya who lived on the same floor were secretly happy. The old couple even joked with each other about what to name Carlotta's son.
After winning four times in a row, Rurik finally lay down exhausted.
"That's enough. You are stronger than ordinary women, and you will have children successfully. The people of Ostara are beginning to revive, but you still lack followers."
" Then... what should I do..." Carlotta asked weakly.
"Five hundred serfs were brought from Melalen this year. They are all poor people. Your existing tribesmen are all in the east, and they are busy opening up new farms. I will give you two hundred serfs. ."
"Wow!"
"Also." Rurik thought about one thing, "I will try my best to communicate with those small tribes. Let’s talk. Some of your tribesmen are not dead. Those women have been taken in and have even given birth. I persuaded those tribes to release them or use some means to bring their families back to Rus.”
“This. It's also a way. Rurik, how can I repay you..."
This girl is emotional again, or is this her way of gratitude?
Rurik played with her braid, "It's nothing, it's enough for you to be obedient. You have a rest tomorrow and stop studying."
Just as Rurik hinted, Carlotta will eventually pay the price for her actions. She grew up overnight, so why did it become painful to walk?
Rurik was busy preparing some things. He speculated on what good news Snoleva could bring back besides Hafgen’s sudden death.
Yes, Snoleva did get some important news that could not be confirmed from the rumors among the locals in Hedebe. He was afraid that the news would be wrong and deceive the adults, so he did not entrust the messenger, but decided to tell it in person.
The agreed date is today!
The stone fireplace on the first floor warms the entire palace. Rurik was in the meeting hall on the first floor, personally summoning the returning heroes.
As a powerful duke, he sat on a wooden seat covered with bearskin, with two ferocious polar bear heads at his feet.
Otto, who had delegated power, sat next to him, sitting with many old friends.
And Sister Carlotta sat on the other side.
This is not a simple summons, it is clearly a parliament.
Snoreva could see the great significance of this battle at a glance, but with his experience in the south, this fat man had already experienced hundreds of battles.
He came and sat here. Anyone who had seen this fat man was shocked by his current physique.
"Not strong anymore, Snoreva." Rurik said politely.
"Yes, my friends." Snoleva raised her chest, "Before, you thought I was just a timid and cautious fat man, a pure businessman. Now, I should be able to become A warrior."
It's okay if he didn't say it, which made the old guys laugh.
Rurik signaled the tribesmen to be quiet, and then said, "You have indeed become stronger. You must have encountered a lot of things in Denmark. Let's talk about other things slowly, and now I want to confirm again. That Harv Root, is he dead?"
"His body was smashed by your ship, but a civil war broke out among the Robard tribe in Denmark."
"Civil war?" Rurik suddenly raised his head, "Why?"
"Without him, all parties compete for the position of leader."
"That man didn't His own son?"
"Only his daughter, and that woman was also killed, as well as her sister and brother-in-law. This is a fact. Hafgen's power has collapsed, and Denmark is now in a certain situation. In this kind of chaos."
Snoleva said this at the risk of his family's honor, and what he said was much more refreshing than the messenger's understatement.
The old guys in Ross all stared at Rurik, praising this kid as really being a great hero of Ross.
Otto stood up and took a long breath of joy, "I thought Denmark was a strong enemy and we were all afraid of it. I didn't expect that they were so weak. That Hafgen sent his troops to kill Os. People from Tara, I never thought that that villain could be easily killed by my son."
Rurik said casually: "It's not that we are weak, it's that our Ross has become strong. We no longer worry about being attacked by a certain force. Once Hafgen dies, Denmark will be leaderless. We should take the opportunity to change our attitude toward Denmark. Attitude."
"How can we change it?" Otto already had the answer in his mind, "Is it to change the hostile attitude?"
"This...can't be done. It's too hasty. Because interests are eternal, it is inappropriate to be in a state of war."
"Do you want to form an alliance with them?" Otto asked again.
"If it allows our Rus to do business openly, an alliance is possible. However, there seems to be no hero among the Danes now, no one who can be trusted."
"They , It’s not believable!” Haro Zuosen shouted.
"Uncle, please calm down." Rurik greeted the old man and asked Snoleva if there were any heroes in Denmark.
"Hero? There is one."
"Who?"
"A man named Ragnar. He..." Snorlevaten After a pause, he said, "He killed old Olegin. He was young and energetic. Because of this achievement, after learning about Hafgen's death, he recruited soldiers to build weapons in Hedeby."
< p>"This man?" Rurik stood up suddenly.Otto raised his head, "Do you like this person?"
"Perhaps, we can form an alliance with this person."
"You like him?" This man killed Olegin."
"Father, you don't like Olegin either."
Otto shook his head, "Yes, but I am Olegin. Killed by this man. If this man becomes the leader of Denmark, he might attack the north again, but..."
"This man is a hero."
No one knows why Rurik suddenly became so confident, as if he was destined to establish a connection with Ragnar.
Snoreva mentioned something very important again, "Sir, it is true that Ragnar intends to compete for the Danish alliance leader, but he still lacks the strength. Do you know the old alliance leader who was expelled by the Danes? ?"
"Is there anything else?"
"A man named Harald Clark was expelled for his belief in Frank, and he fled with his nephew. ”
“So, that man thinks the opportunity for restoration has come?” Rurik asked.
"No. It's his nephew, a man named Horik."
"Horik?" Rurik felt in a daze that this name was similar to his own. "Who is this person? Can a deported person have strength?"
"This... news is difficult to confirm. I heard that that guy is the master of Durist, and there are Franks behind him The support of that man was made the earl of the Franks. If he goes to Denmark, the scattered Danish lords will really not be able to stop him."
Rurik is a little bit.Be alert. "Is the news reliable?"
"Sir, this is just a rumor in the market."
"Rumor? How can there be such a rumor without a reason?"
< p>Ryurik paid more attention to the two men named Ragnar and Horik than Snoleva reported what he saw in Hedeby.Who has the highest authority in Denmark? Maybe it will be between these two people?
Rurik thought for a while: "I understand. You will visit Denmark again next year and pay attention to Horik's movements and the actions of Ragnar."
"Yes."
Rurik nodded and looked at the elites of Ross, "I am very happy about the occurrence of the Danish Civil War, especially the internal strife of the Robard tribe that controls the waterways. They cannot gather together. A sea force prevents us from entering the western sea. We should take this opportunity to develop our sea force."
How can a true king be addicted to jewelry and beauty? Rurik longs to conquer a large territory, but as a principality that relies on the sea, without ships, all dreams are just dreams.
Build a ship! A ship must be built!
We must take advantage of the window of political instability in Denmark to quickly build a Ross Baltic Fleet.