Chapter 553 The death of that man is the beginning of the revival of Ostara and an opportunity for Ross
The two lonely longships tried their best to keep a low profile, and the more than fifty people carried some wooden boxes so that 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, who was rowing the boat, said worriedly.
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 Hedeby, Denmark, he was no longer the fat man he once was. He had to do many things by himself, and this physical exertion was 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.
It seems that his body has become stronger and he has become the leader of the family, but sailing in this vast sea has a future only if he saves his life.
Because he had to deliver a shocking piece of news to Fort Ross, a task that only he and he must accomplish.
Snoreva finally arrived at Tombstone Island, and when he got some supplies here, the cold finally arrived.
The sky was full of haze, and the snow was densely packed in the wind.
They continued to go north, the long boat with its sails furled and all relying on oars. No one dared to be lazy, because everyone knew that after the snow, the entire huge bay might be covered by ice.
Ross's fishing boats all returned to the harbor to escape the storm. They tied up their boats with cables and lined up neatly at the dock.
A large number of boats also washed up directly on the sandy beach according to the old tradition.
At first, Gould looked at the snowy sky and no longer looked forward to his eldest son's return. His wife was worried about her eldest son. Although Gould was also worried, he would not show it on his face.
The snow turned into snowflakes, and the strange 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, they were like machines. They persisted passively as if they had forgotten life and death.
The end of the journey was just ahead. We had clearly arrived at the small fjord of Roseburg. The people on the two boats, tortured to the point of numbness by the wind and snow, could only curl their lips to look happy.
Finally, they arrived at the dock. But this huge Rossburg, after not seeing it for half a year, felt both familiar and strange at the same time.
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, drink wine, and soak in a wooden barrel full of hot water. Your slave girl should also be taken care of." As Snoleva spoke, the snow on his body
But it was a lot of shock.
They docked safely, just like the snowman turned into a living thing.
One wooden box after another began to be carried to the shore, 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, but the women who accompanied them almost collapsed from weakness as soon as they landed.
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, this man who had lost a lot of fat and whose round face had become more angular still had...
Need to rest at home for a day.
Snoleva got his wish, he soaked in the warm barrel and fell asleep, and 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 died, and the giant longship Red Dragon sank!
After Gould's messenger finished delivering the message, he hurried away in the wind and snow.
Rurik stayed in the warm palace and rushed directly to the second floor.
At this moment, Rumia, with her bulging belly, was actually serving as a math teacher. The snow and wind 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 knew rudimentary knowledge of geometry and basic algebraic operations, was busy teaching her sisters to learn this knowledge.
Rurikben was also on the third floor, dragging his cronies with him to study Latin with the young monk John Invar.
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 that the king of Denmark is really dead."
Hearing this, Carlotta jumped up instantly, and Ella also 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. I will summon Snoreva in two days, and you and Ella will listen."
"yes."
Rurik put his mouth to her ear and said, "Tonight, come to my room."
Carlotta smiled knowingly with tears in her eyes, she expected a lot.
What should I do if I 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 about the others. The emperor closed his eyes and turned over the cards, and he would be lucky to the one he turned to.
Except for the ten original Slavic maids, none of them were destined to be of high status. The 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 had already gone through a simple coming-of-age ceremony, which meant that according to Viking customs, she was already obliged to give birth to offspring for her husband.
But the initial glory was finally obtained by Rurik's first maid.
This night, Carlotta entered Rurik's room with a grateful heart. Even if she was older, Rurik was still ten men, stronger and taller.
…
Carlotta finally got her wish and she became a real woman.
She lay peacefully, immersed in happiness.
Rurik sat on the bed, looking at the flame of the oil lamp from the corner of his eyes and gasping, "Maybe it would be great to have a flower at this time."
He whispered, "Now you have another wish, and I will grant it to you."
"Yes, there is also my sister, she is waiting too..." the girl murmured.
"Ella is too young. Besides, I have to train her well."
"What to train her for? To record the past?"
"There are still things in the future. She is Historia. She has to learn a lot of knowledge and let our descendants know their ancestors thousands of years ago."
Carlotta laughed and got up, "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. I'm done..."
Carlotta was so tormented that she screamed, and Otto and Nia, who lived on the same floor, were secretly delighted. The old couple even joked with each other, thinking about what name to give Carlotta's son.
After four attempts in a row, Rurik finally lay down tired.
"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! Okay."
"Also." Rurik had thought about one thing, and now he was enjoying it. "I will try my best to talk to those small tribes. Some of your tribesmen did not die, and those women were taken in and even gave birth. I persuaded those
The tribe releases the people, or uses means to force them to drag their families back to Rus."
"This is 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 braids and said, "It's nothing. It's enough for you to be obedient. You have a rest tomorrow and will stop studying."
Just as Rurik hinted, Carlotta finally paid the price for her actions. She grew up overnight, but 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 information that could not be confirmed from the rumors among the locals in Hedeby. He was afraid that the information would be wrong and deceive the adults, so he did not entrust the messenger, but decided to tell it in person.
The promised date is today!
The stone fireplace on the first floor kept the entire palace quite warm. Rurik personally summoned the returning heroes in the meeting hall on the first floor.
As the powerful Duke, he sat on a wooden throne covered with bearskin, with two ferocious polar bear heads at his feet.
Otto, who had already delegated power, sat next to him with many old friends.
Sister Carlotta sat on the other side.
This is not a simple summons, it is clearly a parliament.
Snoleva 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 ever seen this fat man was shocked by his current physique.
"No longer strong, 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. We will talk about other things slowly, and now I want to confirm again. That Hafgen, is he dead?"
"
"Dead. He was smashed to pieces by your big ship. No one found his body, but a civil war has broken out among the Robard tribe in Denmark."
"Civil war?" Rurik suddenly raised his head, "Why?"
"Without him, all forces would compete for the leadership position."
"That man doesn't have a son of his own?"
"Only the daughter, and the 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 some kind of chaos."
Snoleva said this at the risk of his family's honor, and what he said was much more heartfelt than the messenger's understatement.
The old guys in Ross all stared at Rurik, praising this guy 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 the Ostara people. I didn't expect that villain.
He was 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 towards Denmark."
"How else can we change it?" Otto asked, but he already had the answer in his mind, "Is it to change the hostile attitude?"
"This...can't be rushed. Because interests are eternal, in order to obtain benefits, it is inappropriate to be in a state of war all the time."
"Do we want to form an alliance with them?" Otto asked again.
"If it allows us in Russia to do business openly, it is possible to form an alliance. However, there seems to be no hero among the Danes now, no one who can be trusted."
"They are not trustworthy!" Harozosen 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..." Snoleva paused, "He killed old Olegin. He was young and energetic. Because of this achievement, he learned about Hafgen's death.
After that, he recruited soldiers and made weapons in Hedebe."
"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."
"Dad, you don't like Olegin either."
Otto shook his head, "Yes, but I, Olegin, was killed by this man. If this man becomes the leader of Denmark, he might attack the north again. I know you are not afraid of Denmark, but..."
"This man is a hero."
No one knows why Rurik suddenly vowed so confidently, as if he was destined to establish a connection with Ragnar.
Snoleva 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 such a thing? I don't know."
"A man named Harald Clark, who believed in Frank's faith and was expelled, fled with his nephew."
"So, that man thinks there's an opportunity for restoration?" Rurik asked.
"No. It's his nephew, a man named Horik."
"Horik?" Rurik thought in a daze why this name was similar to his own. "Who is this person? Can a person who has been expelled have strength?"
"This... news is difficult to confirm. I heard that that guy is the master of Durist, and he has the support of the Franks. That man was canonized as the earl of the Franks. If he kills in Denmark, I am afraid that the Danish lords will be scattered.
You really can't stop him."
Rurik became a little wary. "Is the news reliable?"
"Sir, this is just a rumor in the market."
"Rumors? How can there be such rumors without a reason?"
Rather than Snoreva reporting what he saw in Hedeby, Rurik paid more attention to the two men named Ragnar and Horik.
Who has the highest authority in Denmark? Maybe it will be a battle 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."
"As commanded."
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 a maritime force to prevent us from entering the western sea. We should
Take this opportunity to develop our maritime power."
How could a true king indulge in jewelry and beauty? Rurik longed to conquer a large territory, but as a principality that relied on the sea, without ships, all dreams were just dreams.
Build a ship! You must build a ship!
We must take advantage of the window of political instability in Denmark to quickly build a Russian Baltic Fleet.