In the early morning, the sea surface was covered with thick salt spray, which made people afraid.
"Otto, maybe it's not suitable to sail now. Wait until the fog dissipates..."
"No!" Otto rejected his brother's suggestion, "In addition to worrying about the Goths, are you also afraid of the fog?"
Faced with his brother's doubts, Ogier immediately denied it: "I'm not afraid of those threats, or the fog. I'm worried about those things under the sea."
"Big sea worm? Are you worried it will destroy our fleet?"
"It does exist and we must remain vigilant."
Seeing his brother's nervous eyes, Otto couldn't help but feel nervous.
What my brother said is indeed correct.
This vast sea area is rich and dangerous, and huge warships are likely to be destroyed by monster attacks.
In addition to monsters, the fleet needs to be on guard against those island fishermen. Because today, the fleet is about to pass Gotland!
Do you want to continue spending it here? No!
Because Otto knew that the beach they were on might be discovered by other tribes.
It was another group of people, speaking another language. They were weak in terms of combat, but they were numerous!
Otto thought for a while and made a firm decision: "Even if there is fog, we must set off! Be careful, we will be attacked by people on the shore."
In fact, what Otto, the chief of the Ross tribe, is worried about is the Baltic people. Today, these residents living in the eastern part of the Baltic Sea are also a scattered tribal cluster.
Raid them for more wealth?
No! Otto didn't want to do this just because the Baltic tribes were too poor. What's more, his biggest task now was to transport all the wealth back home.
Because, there are not only his own tribe there, but also his wife who is about to give birth.
But brother Ogier mentioned the fear within the team and that it needed to be reversed.
Otto put on his steel helmet, held up the long sword "Destroyer" with a ruby on the hilt, and gathered all his subordinates around him.
"Brothers! Are you afraid of the fog? Or are you afraid of the monsters on the bottom of the sea? Don't be afraid. I will lead you as always. We will leave here quietly without attracting anyone's attention."
Otto's long sword "Destroyer" is a relic of his grandfather and is also a symbol of the tribal leader.
"Don't have any worries, we are invincible! If we encounter any enemy, we just have to fight! Brothers! If you suddenly see yourself sitting on a carriage and see the white-robed fairy driving the horse.
Don’t worry! Because you are already dead! You are going to Valhalla and will fight alongside the gods!”
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of cheers from the crowd. Even Otto's younger brother Ogier, the worry in his heart was greatly weakened.
People revere this sword and their leader.
Seeing that the tension in everyone's hearts had eased a lot, Otto did not say anything more. He continued to wave his sword: "Brothers, follow me home. Now, let's get back to the ship and get out of here!"
The people pushed the stranded warship to the sea, furled the sails, and began to paddle hard toward the north.
At least, that should be the north...
Otto stood on the bow of the ship wearing armor as always. He was not afraid of the fog at all, but he never thought that the fog would bring special results-they yaw.
Otto could not accurately judge his position and course in the sea fog, but he was a good navigation expert. According to his own judgment, the fleet was indeed heading north.
But the fleet had already yawed significantly, and they were getting closer to the west. When the fog completely dissipated, the people on the ship with good eyesight actually saw the islands in the distance.
"Chief, what is going on? What is the island in front of us?!" One of Otto's subordinates reported nervously.
At this moment, Otto's face turned iron.
Fighting? Fighting is of course possible. It is a way of life for all tribes in this bay. It is as necessary as eating and sleeping.
Ogier had already realized everything, and he nervously approached his brother: "Brother, that is the island of the Goths. Shouldn't we go all the way north? In the end, we went all the way west."
"The matter has come to this, we must turn immediately. We must avoid fighting with them."
The low-draft and fast-moving dragon-headed warship quickly changed its course. This time, they finally found the true north.
Otto ordered again: "Brothers, stay alert and beware of attackers."
By order, ten warships gathered together, and those ships carrying the most treasures were placed in the middle. Otto's ship, as the flagship, was at the head of the queue.
They kept sailing like this and continued paddling until nightfall.
The fleet finally found an uninhabited small island. It was similar in appearance and uninhabited like many islands in the bay. Some of them were just bare rocks.
People fixed the boat with ropes, and then, the deserted island became highlighted with dots of firelight.
After a day of paddling, even the strongest warriors showed fatigue. Even if they were tired, no one would take the transported goods privately, even if there was precious honey in them.
"We almost encountered those people today, but luckily we discovered the yaw in time." Otto, who was still lying on the rocks, told his brother his thoughts, "The fog came at the wrong time, but starting tomorrow, our
Sailing will be smooth."
"Yes! I almost encountered the Goths. I...I don't want to fight them."
"If we encounter them, they may not attack us! After all, we are outnumbered. Sleep peacefully, my brother."
Otto finally patted his brother's helmet and fell asleep soundly.
This night, everyone rested very peacefully, because everyone believed that the road ahead would be safe.
Even after sailing for two days at most, everyone can return to the tribe, where their fathers, brothers, wives, and all the tribesmen are looking forward to returning victoriously.
But will everything be smooth sailing ahead?
There is no shortage of people with excellent eyesight in this era. Otto and his warriors lit many bonfires on the deserted island, and they exposed themselves.
Although the Goths left the island in large numbers hundreds of years ago, it is hard for people in the Gulf to imagine how they developed in the mysterious south.
But it is true that a large number of Gulf people went to the south, and a lot of wonderful news spread to the Gulf, and even to the snow and ice lands in the far north.
In fact, Otto's ancestors were pursuing this wonderful legend, but instead of heading toward the western exit of the bay to explore the unknown world like others, they went straight to the east and finally found another group of people living in the endless gentle land.
people.
They were a group of people with wealth but weak fighting ability. Now, they have surrendered to the Ross tribe.
Fishermen on the island of Gotland discovered bonfires on the island in the night, and this important information was immediately sent back to the island.
Who were those lighting the bonfire? Allies? Enemies?
The islanders came to the conclusion almost without any clue - that was the enemy! It was the Siyan people.
The Siyans, hundreds of years later, formed the most powerful of the many tribes of the Swedes.