A majestic ship raised its magnificent triangular sail, and the ship sailed into the Melalen people's dock. Avora's heroic appearance completely stood out from the crowd, eclipsing other ships parked at the dock.
The leaders of all the tribes in the alliance have arrived, and the leaders of all sizes and their entourages have already settled in the Melalen Market.
They all knew that the leader of the alliance had opened a tavern where he sold ale and even some rare spirits. In order to make more money, Origen came up with some tricks after being ordered to blend batches of strong ale.
Please your visitors.
The leaders deliberately went to the ale tavern to inquire about the news. No, they really learned some news about the Russians.
The ship has been docked at Gould Island. For the sake of their own face, the leaders, especially the leader of the Angkras tribe, Ungreave, was really full and full to visit the "defected" Gould family, not to mention that he did not want to be in the wrong place.
Great location to admire the majesty of the ship.
Rumors have been flying in the market for a long time. Everyone said that the big ship is actually a kind of warship. As long as she rams towards a certain target, it will be easily broken. She will participate in the battle in this way.
Finally, on the agreed date of May 1st of the Julian calendar, they no longer had to be bothered by rumors, and could watch the Aurora arrive at the Mälaren Pier without losing face.
The Aurora is docked next to the trestle dedicated to cargo ships. Her relatively flat bottom occupies a large area. Since it is currently empty, her maximum draft is only about one meter.
A group of soldiers were ordered to station in the ship. Before the end of the alliance, their food, drink, and food will be settled in the ship. The job of these people is to be on guard and prevent those who do bad things from damaging the ship while watching.
A batch of ropes was hauled to the dirt bank and tied to wooden stakes driven deep into the soil.
A wooden board nailed to the steps was put down, and Otto, after more than ten years, finally set foot on the territory of the Malaren people again.
"Well, not bad."
He was in a good mood and didn't care at all about the large group of Melalen people who were watching, and he had no intention of paying attention to the envoys from the allied tribes who were mixed in.
He was dressed in chain mail, with a gem-encrusted sword hanging from his waist. On his head was a dark yellow bronze helmet, decorated with a circle of white ermine velvet. His shoulders were also covered with a polar bear skin shawl, some of which were made of polar bear skin.
Strips of cloth printed and dyed blue are wrapped around the body and the various components are tied up.
Otto's outfit had a very strong blue and white tone, including Rurik and Carlotta who were attending the meeting, who were also dressed in the same style. Even the accompanying soldiers wore at least a gray and white linen cloak, which also had obvious patterns on it.
of staggered blue and white tones.
This group of people amazes others as soon as they appear.
People were whispering to each other about the very uniform attire of the Russians. Because the day before, the leader Olegin and his "black army" brought their "black weapons" and armed themselves in the streets of Mälaren.
Parade.
The Russians are here, and the blue and white colors obviously make everyone feel more friendly.
All of this was Rurik's decision, even if Otto thought it was a bit unnecessary at first. Since there are enough linen materials on Gould Island, it makes sense to quickly create a batch of symbols representing Ross.
"Dad, let's go. Ignore their attention." Rurik urged.
"Well, we do have something special."
Otto held the hilt of his sword in his hand, and his steps were strong and bold. The sixteen escorts headed by Jevro lined up in an oval, and they walked through the muddy streets of Mälaren, heading towards Origen's house.
Di ran straight away. They unceremoniously pushed anyone who stood in the way, or scolded them to leave. Their arrogance and arrogance were really no worse than Origen's.
"What are you so proud of? This is the territory of the Melalen people..."
"Let's go quickly, I don't want to offend these Russians."
"Look, their clothes are more gorgeous than the leader's private soldiers. They also have big ships! The Russians really shouldn't be underestimated these years."
"Oh, I hope they are also brave on the battlefield..."
Rurik heard the strange whispers of the Melalen people. He noticed that his father's expression was a little irritable. Could it be that he was bothered by these unkind rumors?
This is discrimination, right? Even if everyone belongs to an alliance, the alliance is not maintained by so-called "friendship". Melalen treats other tribes with a arrogant attitude. They do have the capital of arrogance, but can this capital be maintained for a long time?
Perhaps the actions of the Russians today have deeply stimulated their outlook.
On the other hand, Origen has quickly transformed his mansion into a place for alliance meetings.
The alliance will be divided into two parts. In the first part, all the leaders will gather together to discuss substantive matters. In the second part, the alliance will be made sacred and legal at the altar.
Most of the leaders had already arrived, but the Russians were the last to arrive.
This is not because the Russians are rude, it is simply because it takes a while to put on these gorgeous outfits, and the Russians have to set off from Gould Island, so they don't want other leaders to spend the night in Mälaren at least.
A large number of black guards, carrying round shields and holding short spears, stood like sculptures under the wooden wall of Olegin's mansion. Not to mention, the actions of the Malaren people really made Rurik's eyes shine.
"Do you know about ceremonial matters, Origen? I thought you were also the one who ordered you when fighting, charging like a herd of wild boars howling." Rurik thought this way.
After a brief negotiation, the guards welcomed a group of Russians into the wooden wall in surprise.
After a while, the large-scale Russian guards were all arranged to lead the troops in a rest room. Only Otto, Rurik and Carlotta were able to enter the formal alliance scene.
So to say that the alliance venue will be a gorgeous and grand place? In fact, this is not the case at all.
Rurik looked at the long house, which was quite large but had an unimaginative architectural model and had a long doorway, and he pursed his lips relentlessly.
Otto, on the other hand, did not remember that Origen had such a strange mansion in his mind.
A large number of wooden pillars supported this huge longhouse. At this moment, there were a large number of oil lamps standing indoors. They relied entirely on the illumination of these lights. Even though the sunshine outside was good, Rurik always felt that he had entered a cave.
It's not his first time here. The place where the agreement was signed last year was here. Who would have thought that Origen would lack imagination and place the meeting place here?
"Why does it feel like a secret meeting? It's just a conspiracy. Can't he find a place where he can be honest?"
Rurik's complaint was suppressed in his heart. He actually knew it, because legally, as the successor to the leader of the Ross tribe, he had no right to participate in this meeting unless Origen named him.
A bonfire was lit on the sandy ground indoors, and the leaders of each tribe sat in a circle around the bonfire. Among them was Origen, who held the most noble position.
The Russians finally arrived, and their special clothes were still eye-catching in the dim indoors.
Origen pretended to be displeased and raised his head wearing a golden crown: "Otto, maybe I should send an envoy to pick you up personally on Gould Island. You are late."
"I'm late, will it affect the alliance?" Otto said bluntly, which sounded to others like there was a conflict between the two leaders.
Origen clicked his tongue and looked at Otto sitting on the vacant leather cushion with a familiar attitude. Similarly, Carlotta and Rurik also sat on the prepared cushions.
The visit of the two children instantly caused an uproar.
Olegin, like a talker, stretched out his hands to calm everyone's doubts: "Don't be confused, they are Rurik and Carlotta, I just told you. Rurik is the next leader of Rus, and
Carlotta is the female leader of Ostara."
Oak, the leader of the Glen tribe, pouted and shook his head vigorously: "This is ridiculous. The Ostara people have been wiped out by the Danes. If we, the Glen tribe, had not withdrawn earlier, we would all have been killed."
"It's you! Gran!" Carlotta's wounds were opened, she stretched out her fingers and cursed: "You Grans are cowards! We Ostara people at least resisted, we can't defeat them alone.
An army of thousands of people, and you! You are not even willing to lend a helping hand, and you even slaughter the refugees we evacuated."
This matter is indeed the fault of the Gran people, and the insignificant leaders of the few small tribes who also live in the south are also part of the people who are afraid of the enemy and are fleeing, so they keep silent.
Oak, the leader of Gran, shrugged: "So what? We are alive and you are finished."
"No! There are still many people alive in Ostara, our strength is recovering, and I am not dead!"
Rurik was speechless. If he hadn't pulled the angry little girl, she would have pounced on him desperately.
Carlotta looked like an angry little wolf, with a hint of cuteness and ferocity, but the leader of the Hjelmalen people, Wenderson, noticed it.
"I didn't expect that a girl could be the leader. The Ostara people were originally a powerful tribe, but they were reduced to this. This shows that our enemies are very strong. To defeat them, we must end all differences.
Really unite." This was considered a fair statement by Wenderson to Carlotta on behalf of the Hjelmalen people.
This old man claimed to be the leader of Hjelmalen, and Carlotta's head buzzed. "My people! There are still some clansmen who have gone to Hjelmalen. Can you return them to me?"
"You?" Wenderson narrowed his eyes.
"Yes. They are my people."
"No, child, everything has changed." Wenderson shook his head: "My priests performed some rituals, and some of the women who fled in Ostara have become women of my tribe. They generally have children after they remarry.
Sorry, I can't return them to you. However, I can promise to treat them well."
A sudden hope was dashed. Carlotta let out a long sigh and thought about it carefully, the situation was not that bad.
Otto looked at this old guy, but he had no impression of this person in his mind.
This person's words revealed the fact that they already knew that the Alliance was going to launch a war.
Not only was it a war, but in fact, Olegin had already announced to the leaders that he was proclaimed king in the absence of the Russians.
So if Olegin becomes king, will it cause any uproar? Of course not!
Because, each leader cannot judge the "king" and "alliance leader" at all, and how the high and low of the two terms are reflected.
Just like supporting him as the leader of the alliance, what's wrong with continuing to support him as king? After all, life will go on the same way.
Olegin revealed the war, saying that he raised a banner of "revenge for Ostara", and now he emphasizes this point again.
He coughed hard several times and raised his proud and aging head: "We are going to launch a war to avenge the deaths of the Ostara people! I also want to regain control of the southern river area and the pastures where we graze our cattle!
Completely wipe out the forces of Gotland and Denmark. However, our main purpose is to pay the people of Ostara!"
Listening to the king's impassioned speech, Carlotta was so excited that she cried. However, after being "beaten" before, she was smart and knew that she must rely on the Russians, especially her own man.
Karlotta is actually two years older than Rurik. She will be twelve years old in more than a year. According to the usual customs of various tribes, men and women have grown up at this age. She does not have to wait too long.
Rurik will reach adulthood in only two years. What awaits him then is a big wedding, which will give him the opportunity to become a mother. Finally, the birth of a baby boy will lay the real foundation for the revival of Ostara.
Olegin doesn't want to talk nonsense now. We can talk about various matters later. At the moment, he must verbally announce a major event in addition to "verbally proclaiming the king".
Origen stood up directly and suddenly pulled out his beautiful dagger, so all the other leaders stood up and looked at Origen's excited face.
He raised his sword high, with the blade reaching the roof beams, and he spoke impassionedly: "Brothers! The era of the alliance has ended, and the era of our kingdom has begun. We are no longer the Swaya Tribe Alliance, but the Swaya Tribe Alliance.
kingdom!"
Here, Olegin mentioned a new word invented by him, namely "svjariga", which is a compound word, and its original meaning is "Kingdom of Svia", or, in other words, "Kingdom of Sweden".
The leaders of each tribe have no idea about this word. Compared with the name of the previous alliance, this word is obviously simpler in pronunciation, but is there any difference between the two? Don't they, the Melalens, still hold the greatest power?
However, Rurik could understand the meaning of this word.
"Sweden? Now we have entered the era of the Kingdom of Sweden? Is the tribal alliance really over?" What is irrefutable is that Rurik knew that standing in this dim longhouse was clearly witnessing a brand-new
The beginning of an era.
Even with this start, it was far from gorgeous and glorious, and it was not even possible to see that Olegin’s decision to proclaim himself king and the so-called founding of the country could arouse cheers from the leaders.
Obviously, these things are not as important as fighting.
Rurik's eyes widened, and his mind instantly thought of the Northern Crusades, the Thirty Years' War, the Great Northern War, etc. All greatness and glory had a small beginning, and now the Svealand Plains ring Mela
Can the various residents of Lake Lun think that they have the ability to become rich and powerful and eventually become a presence that overwhelms Denmark?
Oh, it was Sweden's first appearance as a kingdom, which would inevitably lead to Ross's departure.
Rurik was still staring, and he saw that the other leaders were happily congratulating "svjariga" on being a good name, with obvious hypocrisy and condescension.
Rurik wanted to fight a lot, and if anyone was the first to destroy the alliance, it was the Malaren people themselves.
It's Origen. The Mellaren people he represents no longer need an alliance. Origen must be longing for royal power, and his successors will further compete for the king's power. Is this power, do the Russians want to fight for it?
Forget it! The Rus are not servants of the Mellarens, let alone vassals of the so-called Kingdom of Sweden.
Rurik also saw that an alliance leader could declare himself king and establish a kingdom at will, so why couldn't he do it himself?
"One day, I can completely declare that I am the King of Rus everywhere, and I can let my own people, Novgorod people, Kovin people, or other ethnic groups recognize my power. Oh, maybe it is more appropriate to call myself a prince or even the Grand Duke of all Rus.
.When one day I become stronger, why don’t I call myself Caesar or Augustus? Or some higher-level title.”