Rise of Rurik

Because of Rurik's influence, the entire Ross tribe suddenly burst into a strong vitality in the cold winter.

There is only one source of this vitality - the desire for wealth and power.

The requirements of ordinary warriors in life are to have a good boat, a steel sword of their own, a beautiful and obedient wife, and a wooden box full of silver coins.

The most important thing is silver coins. As long as there is money, personal desires can be realized!

At the end of March, the seal hunters who once hunted wildly found that in many areas of the sea, the ice may be broken at any time. They all have good eyesight. In the clear evening, they can already see the sparkling sea surface.

The good news quickly spread throughout the clan, and all the clan members, including the guests, were very excited.

At the same time as the melting of sea ice, there is also the melting of snow and ice on land.

People no longer have to worry that snow will crush the house, but some people need to consider the waterproof ability of the thatch on their roof.

During the day, the cluttered roads in Roseburg become muddy after being trampled, and they freeze again at night.

The cold time has receded, and the snow around Roseburg has also receded a lot. Some places have reappeared green, and weeds have officially begun to sprout!

A small amount of the land that was opened was put into use for the first time, but instead of wheat, onions were sown.

On March 28, the vernal equinox day of the Julian calendar, the high priest Vilia brought his subordinates, as well as the tribal girls who helped to make soap, and everyone performed a small sacrifice on the stone boat altar.

From this day on, the days are getting longer and longer, and on that day ninety-two days later, there will be no night in Roseburg.

The small sacrifice is only the beginning. When the ice on the coast disappears and there are only some floating ice in the sea area visible to the eyes, that day is the "Spring Festival" of the Ross tribe!

The festival is getting closer and closer, and Willia finds Otto and asks him to go to his residence. In addition to explaining the date of this year's "Spring Festival", he must also ask him about the details of the big event that will shake the peace of the Ross tribe.

Although Villia is old, hers is not yet Alzheimer's. During these days, she heard some explanations from her subordinates about the possibility of war.

war? with whom? !

Ah, the Gotlanders,

The young man finally felt that his axe was sharp enough, and finally planned to take revenge!

April 6, Julian calendar, a calm but undercurrent morning.

The fishermen go to the sky, they believe that the future will be sunny and less windy. According to the experience of previous years, the spring festival will take place in the next few days. The fishermen have a superstition, that is, after the festival, the sea waves are calm, and they will not be caught by sea monsters when they go out to fish.

However, everyone knows that when the sea ice melts, the sea fish that overwhelm the long winter are already fat and strong, and those with good luck can even catch big fish more than two stika lengths.

There have been brave people who risked being killed by the sea ice or captured by the legendary sea monster, pushed the fishing boat into the sea, and formed a group to avoid the ice and start fishing.

All the shipbuilding workshops opened the wooden doors of the dock. Whether it was a new ship or an old ship that was repaired, they were piled up on the beach on a large scale, waiting for the sacrifice to pass, and they were pushed into the sea as soon as possible.

No fishing policy? Do not! It doesn't exist.

The Ross tribe was completely forced by the extreme cold to dormant for nearly half a year. As long as the sea ice melted, they had to fish.

The spring festival for them is the fishing festival of the Rus.

As the weather became quite mild, Otto put on a leather coat and swaggered behind the messenger priest and entered the long priest's house.

Entering this room was like entering a home, he threw the leather coat to the priest, and sat cross-legged in front of the aged Vilia in the image of a capable linen.

"High Priest, you summon me. Is there anything you want to tell me? About the sacrifice?"

"Of course! Everything is the same as in previous years."

Villa coughed lightly, without any delay, and said bluntly: "I watch the sky at night, and I also know the situation of sea ice. This year's time has been set, and it will be on April 15th, which is nine days later. ."

Otto pondered for a moment, then said slowly, "One day earlier than yesterday."

"The date of the Spring Festival is different every year. The important thing is that we did the sacrifice." Veria said bitterly: "After the festival, you have to take your clan to Novgorod. You must start immediately. This matter!"

"Yes, I will not disappoint you this year."

"Of course you won't let me down, but!" Villa stretched her neck, her old hands clenched her crutches tightly, and she asked very seriously: "Boss, I heard something. Are you going to bring Start a war with the clan?!"

war? ! Whenever he hears this word, Otto is completely vigilant based on instinct.

"Look at how nervous you are, those rumors seem to be true. Chief, after so many years, you finally intend to avenge your brother."

At this moment, Otto was speechless.

But regarding the war, the priests have always been supportive. Vilia is very old, and in her long life, she has witnessed the northward pioneering of the Rus people, as well as the expedition with the surrounding peoples.

Until now, the Rus people have not been defeated! What is failure? Nobody knows.

Otto thought about it and explained honestly: "I haven't made up my mind on this matter."

"Oh? Actually, you have an objection in your heart?" Villa asked deliberately, and the implication was actually to encourage the leader to send troops.

"I will never forget the murder of my younger brother. This revenge must be avenged by the Gotlanders. However, is it beneficial for us to take action soon, and are our people in the same hatred? Now, the young people in the tribe are more eager than To take revenge, it is better to take the treasure of the Gotlanders. They are brave, I support them, and I will not restrain their bold attempts."

Villa narrowed her eyes and said, "Actually, you are worried that the young man's actions will seriously violate your next plan?"

"Ah! You are the one who knows me, great priest." Otto cheered up and let out a sigh of relief.

Villa had read Otto's mind, and said, "Our future needs those young powers, and we're dormant in Roseburg praying for the protection of the mountains and the cold. This is not a long-term solution at all. We must fight it out. , young people lack the correct command of the leader, they will make a mess."

"Yes, so I plan to build a new stronghold, which must be a warm area where wheat can be grown, and it must be far enough away from our enemies. I have already selected the approximate location and prepared it, and I will spend some time Settlements are built, and we will try to eat our own wheat before the new winter."

Villa nodded: "I also know about this, and I fully support your decision."

"When the sacrifice is over, I will gather the shrewd people of the tribe together, and I will discuss these matters with them."

"To take revenge on the Gotlanders with the south? You really have to get together and have a good discussion. Chief, I think our tribe will come out in full force this year. As a chief, you are taking risks."

From Villa's tone, Otto felt a hint of danger. Of course revenge must be avenged, but is the timing reasonable?

He grudgingly replied: "I will definitely arrange it, and all our moves will be victorious."

"You must win, and I hope we have very few losses." After that, Veria sighed, and suddenly her eyes suddenly widened: "One more thing, Rurik hasn't come to me these days. , I heard that he was in the blacksmith shop? Is it still about the steel sword?"

"It's...it's something else."

Otto really didn't want to say much. It was said that when his son saw the glass wine bottle of the great merchant Gould, he "heared on the spot and heard Odin's oracle", so he happily ran to the blacksmith shop to discuss the production. Matters of glass bottles. What his son has to do has never failed, and Otto believes that it is possible for his son to succeed and earn more money as a result.

It was Otto who put his experience mainly on new voyages these days.

The children of the tribe? They're free to play, run free in the little world of Roseburg, and play wild games.

"Maybe Rurik has some other ideas." Villa continued to ask. "He stayed at the smithy and continued to want to make money?"

"Yeah...yeah. He's obsessed with making money now, and I have to admit that Rurik is a real business genius."

"Just to make money?" Veria asked: "Boss, what are you hiding?"

Otto gritted his teeth and inadvertently revealed his displeasure: "Rurik... he intends to establish his own power, at least one hundred servants, and hire a guard that is only loyal to himself. He intends to support this group of people with his own money, and maybe more people if he wants to."

Hearing this, Vilia's heart seemed to be pinched by an invisible hand.

Her heart was agitated violently, and the old hand couldn't help pressing the position of the heart tightly, and after sitting quietly for a while in Otto's panic, she recovered.

"High priest, you... are you all right?"

"I'm fine, I can't die yet." Vilia gritted her last few teeth, raised her eyes, closed her eyes, and made a contemplative look.

"High Priest, are you really okay?"

"I'm normal." Villa sighed, looking at the beams of the longhouse with empty eyes, and sighed: "Rurik is indeed different from you, Otto. You just want to be a chief, and he wants to be Otto. Gustus!"

"Augustus? What does this mean?" Otto wondered.

Otto didn't know the meaning of the word "Augustus", and even thought it sounded somewhat similar to his own name.

Vilia, who continued to look at the beam, laughed with relief: "My leader, maybe your son will become the leader of the entire alliance. Not only that! If he can conquer the entire sea, if he succeeds Now, he's Augustus."

Unify the main sea area? Otto himself did not have such ambitions, and even felt that it was unnecessary and did not care. The son inherits the position of the Great Chief of Ross. As long as the tribe is managed well so that everyone can get what they want, he will be a very good chief. Otto felt that the ultimate result of his son's struggle was to serve as the leader of the tribal alliance, and let the Ross tribe replace the existence of the Melalen tribe.

"High priest, what do you mean by Augustus, is it... is it greater than fuherra (the biggest leader, the tribal leader)?"

"Of course. The leader of the Romans is called Augustus, and the king of the Franks also wanted this title. Once he knew the greatness of this title, all men of power wanted him. I taught your Rurik this long ago. Vocabulary, it seems that he really intends to implement it."

"Huh? Since he planned to keep a group of servants and guards?" Otto asked in confusion.

"Maybe. Chief, you can go back. Think about what I said, and I will continue to prepare for the sacrifice."

"But this word..."

"Don't ask too much." Villa waved, "Do what you need to do and support all your son's initiatives."

Otto didn't think much about it. Since the high priest didn't want to stay for a long time, he should leave early. He went out, not taking Villar's words about "Augustus" too seriously.

But Villa was very relieved about this. She really couldn't figure it out. How could such a word suddenly pop up in her mind when she was talking to Otto?

Yes, it must be an oracle!

right! It must have been Odin's blessing again, who would guide Rurik into the "Augustus" of all northerners, the supreme ruler of this cold world of constant strife. The original meaning of Augustus is "supreme". So far, there is still no higher word than it in the European world, even in the future.

Villa learned this term from the men in black from Rome, and knew that this was the highest honorary title a person could get, and of course the person who obtained it must also have absolute control over a vast area. For mortals, Augustus is like a god-like existence!

That's how Villia understood it, and was full of admiration for the word.

She still has to work on the sacrifices, and she also needs to assign people to continue to make soap in order to earn more silver coins.

When priests started soap making, once poor priests suddenly became rich.

There is a saying that Rurik ate meat, and the priests ate some of the bone crumbs and bone broth, and even then they made a fortune. Over the months, the priests had accumulated eight hundred silver coins, because the soap was taken away as soon as it was made, and Rurik delivered the purchase money as soon as possible. This kind of good day when you can see cash for the first time as long as you produce is really like a dream.

With money, sacrifices can be more gorgeous and more solemn.

With money, all the priests began to dress up for themselves, using their own soap to wash their bodies and clothes clean, also bought new linen clothes, and tailors made a lot of new clothes. For the sake of the sacrifice, they, together with the tribal girls who helped them, also prepared new small linen robes.

Everyone becomes tidy, and people become more beautiful because they wear gem amber.

The nine days are really short, the day of the big festival is just around the corner, and this day has finally arrived!

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