Rise of Rurik Chapter 122

The 16th of April in the Julian calendar is a sunny day.

The weather in the morning still has a deep chill, and as the sun rises, the climate immediately warms up. During this period, all the people of the tribe were pleasantly surprised to find that the water would never freeze after nightfall, and the melting of sea ice and snow would accelerate. The only annoying thing is that the road will continue to be muddy for a while, making everyone's boots always stained with mud.

It is no different from the spring festival in previous years, this year's festival is still held at noon.

Why? Just because it is warm at noon, it caters to people's desire for warmth in spring.

Thousands of tribesmen have been dormant for a long time, and the food in each household is actually not much. They urgently need to go to the sea to catch fish. In fact, some people who are not afraid of death have already done this, and the priests bought some big fish from the bold and bold as sacrifices.

Rurik followed his parents and became a member of the mighty army. All the tribesmen flocked to the stone boat altar. This time it was slightly different from the Hanukkah sacrifice. In the spring festival, all the guests without exception put down their work and flocked to the Ross altar with the Rus.

The Spring Festival has exactly the same meaning for all people living in Roseburg, and everyone has the same beliefs and shared fears. As if not participating in the big festival, the new year's going to sea will encounter storms, sea monsters, robbers, and other disasters that will bring ship destruction and death.

The most feared by merchants is ship destruction and death, even if Gould is very powerful, he is not afraid of ordinary pirates at all.

He is afraid of storms and the legendary sea monsters. Once the cargo sinks into the sea, it will be terrible.

But this sacrifice did not slaughter a few reindeer as sacrifices, which comforted Rurik deeply.

He led his servant Lumia, and followed his parents early at the stone ship altar.

Here, the pine forest that was once covered by snow has completely changed. Not to mention that the snow has disappeared, and all the pine trees have sprouts. Many people are happy to pull down the new sprouts of pine needles and use them to boil water. They originally intended to add some flavor to drinking water or soup, and they also called it "get the vitality of spring".

Pine needle water has a bitter taste. Although its taste is not very good, at least it can get some valuable vitamins.

This behavior cannot be said to be weird. Rurik thought about it, don't the Orientals also boil water with leaves? It is Rurik who can be sure that the Vikings will not carry forward their pine needle water culture.

Under the huge altar forest, the crowd was full of voices, and men and women talked about all kinds of things.

Rurik listened carefully, and there were many young warriors who went to Novgorod to ask for a beautiful wife, or went south to avenge the Gotland people.

Obviously, there is a long-cherished wish for future actions in the tribe, and the father has no intention to intervene at all. What will they do next?

Only Rurik knew his cousin's decision best, and that was revenge!

Finally waited for the opportunity. Compared with taking his wife to Novgorod to visit his parents-in-law, Arik definitely didn't think it was more important than avenging his biological father. His father died in battle and took revenge for his father. Rurik can fully understand the feelings of his cousin Arik, and he also thinks it is very reasonable.

There is a saying that the hatred of the parents is not shared, and Rurik is the hope that if the Ross army really goes south, Arik will not be injured in the revenge operation.

Thinking of this, he always worried about his already strong cousin who had grown up.

Any war is always deadly. However, Rurik couldn't see any look of fear in the eyes of the young warrior who was about twenty years old in the tribe.

They have only two attitudes towards war, the anger of revenge, and the desire for wealth. It can be said that in previous encounters, there were warriors whose relatives died in the hands of the Gotlands. Since the elites of a group of tribes suddenly began to promote the battle slogan of "revenge to the Gotlands by the way, everyone gets a hundred silver coins", they have changed. Enthused by the sentiment, the hatred of the past was quickly driven, one by one, eager for revenge, and eager to become rich.

Until now, Rurik hadn't noticed that the skills he gave to the blacksmith Kravassen to make steel swords, apart from enticing other blacksmiths to run over to kneel and pray to teach the skills so that they could make a lot of money together, it also caused all the warriors to place orders frantically. They must pay for the order in a short time.

While the warriors were wondering how to get large sums of money, the merchant Gould declared in a high-profile manner that the Gotland people were extremely wealthy, and deliberately fabricated some legends to spread them out. For example, the Gotland people have so much gold that they can pile up into mountains.

This is also true. Not only are the people of Gotland rich, but they also love hoarding gold and silver.

In many cases, the king of a kingdom cannot influence the development of the whole country because of his own wishes. The so-called national fortune seems to have an invisible force to promote the rise of the country, and it can also bring about the decline and fall of the country.

This power is not a vain thing, the so-called national luck is the human heart!

When most of the young people in the Ross tribe learned that the Gotland people had big money in their pockets, they organized an army to rob them. Moreover, the action will not be a single fight by a few people. Many people have great feuds against the Gotland people. Moreover, the Ross tribe and them are in a state of fierce fighting when they encounter them. It is reasonable to attack them.

Therefore, the big festival is also a rare gathering day for all tribesmen, and the most powerful young people of the tribe are here. They don't care about the attitude of the tribal elders, elites, or even the leader himself. The young people are already discussing spontaneously how to cut off the enemy's head and make every warrior extremely rich. Paying huge amounts of silver coins to buy steel swords from blacksmiths is also a particularly urgent need.

Arik, he spared no effort to call on everyone to fight against the Gotlanders. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he easily had more like-minded people.

He is the one who refuses to admit defeat! Although he can't replace his cousin as the leader of the tribe, he is also impressed by the status quo of making a lot of money from his cousin. The cousin is the real candidate for the leader, and sighs.

However, a good leader must have a fierce and daring general. Who will be this general? Of course it's me!

It's like my father Ogier is a general of uncle Otto, and when Rick becomes the leader, I Arik must be the first general!

As a general, you must make contributions and be recognized by the young forces of the tribe? How to make contributions? That is the crusade against the Gotland people.

They have even begun to scream!

Rurik grabbed his father's clothes, hoping not to be washed away in the crowd. The sacrifice was still beginning, and suddenly a harsh sound came.

"Dad, someone is shouting slogans." Rurik said weakly.

"It's your brother Arik." Otto had heard everything clearly and couldn't help frowning.

"Ah! I...I understand. They are really going to fight the Gotlanders."

"Yes, this Arik." Otto felt that his eldest nephew was demonstrating to him. Fortunately, the nephew has grown up and will soon become a father. A man needs to make a difference to live up to now! Besides, Arik must have revenge! Otherwise you will be ridiculed by others as "a coward who dares not avenge his father."

It was Otto who never thought that his nephew had the loudest roar, and he brought a group of young people to shout the word "revenge" in a consistent rhythm.

revenge? attack? Okay!

Otto was secretly refreshed, since those young people have such fighting spirit, since he can't interfere with this powerful force at all.

Who will be the general of the crusade?

Arik! It seems that he has been embraced by young people.

If Rurik is a fan of children under ten, Arik is trusted by young people in their twenties. Otto knows that Arik is the majesty played in the barbaric competition among children, and the losers admire such a king in battle very much.

In the foreseeable future, Otto never thought that his nephew might threaten his son's leadership position.

Why? Rülik has enlisted all the young boys of the tribe and even hired a guard. People all want to grow up, those tribes running around, the new army of Rurik who will grow up.

A strange thought suddenly appeared in Otto's mind. If his wife gave birth to a girl in the year that his brother Ogier died in battle, then Arik would really become his eldest son.

There is indeed a possibility for Arik to become the leader of the Ross tribe, provided that Rurik must be a girl.

However, Rurik is a boy, and even the one who has been "blessed by Odin". In the foreseeable future, Rurik is also the king of fights. At least at the age of seven years old, he has not met everybody.

They are excited, and their roar drew more excitement.

Finally, a group of priests formed a plain team, and they personally brought all kinds of sacrifices and walked slowly toward the altar.

Everyone made way for them, and everyone noticed that they were different this year.

The priests were all dressed up very beautifully. They all wore off-white linen clothes, some of which were printed and dyed with indigo and cinnabar. They all wore necklaces, decorated with rubies, sapphires, and a lot of amber.

They also wear beautiful crowns, which are woven from a few rattans, on which are inserted a large number of green pine branches and buds, as well as small yellow and blue unknown wild flowers.

The priestess wore her own distinctive braids, and the crown did not conceal the complicated and changeable silver ornaments tied to the braids.

Even some priests used cinnabar mud to draw lines on their faces, and with the assistance of their partners, they wrote words spelled in Luen.

Everyone hadn't thought for a while that the priests would dress themselves up like this because they suddenly had a fortune.

What everyone liked was their image. Some parents even saw their daughters rented out to the priests. They actually...become very beautiful!

Yes, regardless of age, priestesses wore sackcloth with exactly the same appearance and size, including girls from the tribes, who were also trained to walk in the same pace.

Rurik noticed the girls of those tribes, their new images are like the little angels in the legend, their temperament is fresh and refined.

After all, they are all Nordic. Parents are generally too lazy to clean their children. Girls from the tribe are as dirty as they are young. Now they have restored their most original appearance, standing in the forest, just like the legendary elves! If they have pointed ears, it would be even more beautiful.

The fresh image of the tribal girl inspires countless members of the tribe. The girl's parents are also greatly surprised by the beauty of her daughter, and can't help but estimate how much she should ask for when her daughter gets married. Not only because they dress and dress like legendary women, they are participating in sacrificial activities after all, and their own value is obviously greatly improved as a result.

The young people of the tribe were all instinctively concerned about these girls of the same race. Some young people who had planned to follow the leader to Novgorod to find local women to marry, couldn't help but fantasize to ask for the marriage of these girls.

The beautiful women easily gained huge attention, even surpassing the sacrifice itself.

With a huge antler helmet on her head, Veria is also wearing a simple linen that symbolizes the arrival of spring.

"Bona did come up with a new trick. I put on a new linen dress at this age, as if I was at least ten years younger!" Or due to psychological factors, Vella felt that he suddenly became stronger.

With an antler helmet on her head and a cane inlaid with gems in her hand, she walked slowly, and her walking speed also determined the entire team.

People spontaneously stepped aside for this holy team, and the crowd that had been driven by the crowd of young people who were eager for revenge quickly quieted down.

Thousands of eyes looked at this team, watching the most important high priest step across the boundaries of the stone ship altar and enter the so-called sanctuary.

The spring festival is about to begin.

Otto squeezed out from the crowd, and he brought the most elite people in the tribe, as well as all the men over fifty years old, to gather at the bow of the stone ship altar.

Bow, pointing north.

"High priest, are we... are we going to start soon?" Otto asked Veria, who was preparing, through the standing stones.

"My leader, don't worry. Have you seen my standing stick? When its shadow is the smallest, it is the time of sacrifice."

Veria did not raise her head when she spoke. She arched her back a little, and visited some sacrifices in person on the stone platform in the altar.

Now, the sacrifice she fiddled with was no longer some deer meat, but a lot of symbols.

She placed tender pine needles, oak sprouts, sage and onion seedlings on four small bronze trays. They are symbols, and there are no special requirements for types. Veria put them here, implying that spring has arrived.

As for Bona and other lower priests, their arms had obviously become stronger due to the long time of boiling fat and stirring soap. No, the most important sacrifice was lifted by the priests together.

Brave fishermen took huge risks and started to resume operations in the sea area in front of them. Large-scale trawl fishing is not a problem. Fishing, a method for thousands of years, has made fishermen really amazing gains.

Two large cod fish, over one meter long, were carried over by the priests. They are all the fish caught this morning. In fact, the fish market of the Ross tribe has been restored, and fishermen have spontaneously sold all kinds of fish caught.

Two large cod fish were bought for two silver coins, and the priest could easily pay the money. After the sacrifice, the priests will use the fish as food for the next one or two days.

The position of the sun is slowly changing, it is not in the correct position, and Veria will never announce the beginning of the sacrifice here.

Being irradiated by the spring sun, the comfort of basking in the sun makes everyone intoxicated. The inhabitants of the entire tribe, together with the visitors, stood in this sacred forest, keeping each other quiet and enjoying the sun bathing. Perhaps such a scene should happen in a dream, but it is reality.

Everyone enjoys this quiet, and they are also waiting for the violent moment after the sacrifice!

An ordinary wooden stick is inserted in the "bow" position of the altar. Once its shadow is aligned with the axis of the altar, it means that the time has come.

The time has finally come!

With all eyes in full view, Villa raised his head and slowly opened his arms.

At the same time, two priestesses wearing pine needles garlands, one beats a small leather drum rhythmically, and the other plays a small harp. The sound of music means that the ceremony has officially begun.

In the simple rhythm of the Russian music, Veria recites the hymn to spring.

The other priests knelt down on their knees in the altar, raised their heads toward the sun, closed their eyes, and received the sunshine.

Upon seeing this, all the tribesmen involved also knelt down sincerely, and they brushed the sun directly south of the face.

It is not a deceptive behavior of human beings, but has a strong symbolic meaning. Because the sun is also considered a part of Odin, Yu Chunji kneeled and faced the sun, praising Odin.

When the time comes to the summer solstice, which is the day when the Ross tribe calls "night without night", the priests will be priests against the sun, praising the great sun and the great Odin.

Veria chanted the ancient ritual, and when she calmed down, everyone opened their eyes and stood again.

Veria whispered to Bona: "Go to the next item! Let's start."

Bona understood, then took out a knife, and cut the two fishes blankly.

She quickly opened the belly of the fish, enduring the strong fishy smell, and pulled a large amount of fish intestines into the bronze tray, and the two fish were treated exactly the same.

This scene was completely stunned by Rurik. He was led by his mother to stand behind the crowd because he was still young last year, and he didn't know the details of the ritual that took place inside the altar. Rurik only knew that the priests would use ancient instruments to play some ancient folk songs, but did not know that the priests still had the process of killing fish.

He never expected that Bona was a very good fisherman.

Without help from anyone, Bona quickly removed the entrails of the two big fishes, and after a few more cuts, she froze and broke the ribs, and the whole big fish was opened along the ribs, as if the next step should be skewered. Several branches, set on the fire and roasted!

Is this also a sacrifice? It's simply to prepare the ingredients for the grilled fish feast!

Rurik's eyes were still on those fishes, and he suddenly noticed the restlessness of the people around him. Looking around, more people from the tribe trembled.

A violent action is ready to go!

A pair of big hands suddenly slapped on himself!

"Dad!" Rurik lifted his head vigorously.

"Children, are you ready? Just like last year, I won't carry you on my back this time."

"I...I'm ready." Rurik gritted his teeth, and the most intense thing is about to come.

Veria had a calm appearance. She knew that her people were like arrows ready to go, just waiting for her to give orders.

Facing the sun again, she opened her arms, raised the head that was about to be crushed by the antler helmet, and tried her best to praise: "Great Odin! Thank you for giving us spring, thank you for the melting snow and ice. We are your loyal servants. , We are about to set off. Please bless us!"

After a while, she said loudly: "Warriors of the Ross people, now... let's start!"

In an instant, the men of the tribe seemed to have heard the athletes with the starting gun, and they suddenly accelerated madly, with only one goal-the beach.

Someone worried about trampling? Do not! No one cares!

The only thing that everyone cares about is to push all the boats on the beach into the sea. The priests and people of the tribe have already "visited" Odin at the altar. Everyone believes that they have received God's blessing. With it, it will be safe to go out to sea this year, and every fisherman can catch huge fish. Every businessman can make big money safely!

Rurik, his weak figure also joined this torrent of water rushing to the sea.

The same is true for children of his age. Everyone rushes toward the beach to fulfill the obligations that every capable Ross man needs to fulfill.

Rurik's little hands finally touched the hull of a long boat on the messy beach.

Everyone has a legend that if you do this, you can bring good luck. If you don't touch the hull of any ship today, your fortune will not be good this year. No matter whose ship it is, just participate in pushing it into the sea!

There were nearly a thousand wooden boats of all kinds stacked on the beach. For the convenience of pushing, many boats have been made wooden slides. On the morning of the sacrifice, the slideway was also smeared with some grease.

All the long Viking ships are not very sinking. They have been repaired to have a wide and low deck shape. They have gained the advantage of lightness and lost stronger strength, making them unsuitable for sailing in the vast ocean. Especially suitable for the Baltic Sea.

Rurik just touched and tried to push a few times, and soon his small body was squeezed aside by a group of strong people. Because the owner and his friends cherish their own boat, it is an important tool for their livelihood. They rushed to their boat at the first time, and because they had already marked and planned their trajectory, generally no one had mistaken their boat.

It's meaningless to go deeper into the crowd. Rülik retreats subconsciously. He doesn't want to get in again and get trampled and injured, and he doesn't want his clothes to be rashly wetted by the sea.

Rurik walked towards the high ground, and the children who received his military training were crowded out by the adults, and the children also subconsciously gathered to the beach high ground.

I saw a boy with a golden ponytail, a saber hanging from his waist, and a maid next to him. He was undoubtedly his little leader.

The children gathered one after another, leaning against Rurik, everyone looked at the ships that suddenly appeared on the sea, and subconsciously talked about the future they had heard of.

The bald Fisk is still a big bald. Her widowed mother knew the benefits of soap, but she couldn't afford it. In order to prevent her son from being bitten by head lice, she insisted on using a knife to shave his hair against his scalp.

"Rurik, I have heard that many men want to avenge the Gotland people. I really envy them." As he said, Fisker's eyes never left the sea.

"You have some regrets?" Rurik asked.

"Yes, I am too young, and even squeezed away by those adults. Maybe when I can push the boat into the sea by myself, I will really have the strength to participate in the expedition. But... my father."

"You intend to take revenge, I can understand." Rurik sighed, "They are going to attack the Gotland, and my cousin must take revenge. Looking at his performance before the sacrifice, I think he wants to be an expedition warrior. The leader."

"He is the leader?!" Kanuf came up puzzledly, "I think it's my father! My father and our chief leader are good friends. By the way, Rurik."

"what's happenin?"

"You said, crusade against the Gotland people, our chief, your father, will he personally lead everyone?"

"This...I don't know, maybe not."

"Oh, it seems it's important to go to Novgorod to ask for tribute. But I heard my father say that the Gotland people are very rich, and they even have a mountain made of gold?"

Looking at Kanuf's trembling eyes and listening to his childish words, Rurik really wanted to laugh.

Children have a huge desire for wealth at a young age. It seems that they generally feel that instead of producing and creating wealth, it is better to rob hostile rich people.

Whatever it is, they simply lack education, do not know or understand that having knowledge can obtain wealth more efficiently and securely.

Rurik smiled and asked, "Do you believe they really have a mountain of gold?"

"Of course, my father said, that's what it is."

"Okay. Unfortunately, we are still too young, brothers!" Rurik took advantage of the opportunity to gather his young fans together. He issued an order, and the group of children stood in five rows very consciously. Just like they were in a training queue, then they all sat down cross-legged and listened to the words of the "boss".

Any normal child has the need to follow the older children because they feel that the older children are the strong ones that can be trusted.

Rurik has a set of capture techniques, and his physical fitness is also excellent year-on-year. He has never been frustrated in fighting, and he has a lot of wonderful ideas, and he is also good at drawing big cakes and promising a wonderful future.

He suddenly pulled out his bright white steel sword that was shining in the sun, pointed at the ships that had already raised their sails and started sailing against the wind, and shouted: "Brothers, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, do you envy you? I know you are envious! Don't envy you anymore, ten years later, it's me..."

As he said, Rurik deliberately gave himself a thumbs up with his left hand, "I am Rurik. After I became the leader, as you saw today. I will take you on the expedition. What do you want? Gold? Silver? Or a beautiful wife? A servant? A servant like Rumia? And great victories? You can get it! As long as you are always loyal to me, you can get what you want. Remember our slogan ?!"

Seeing their eager eyes, Rurik opened his eyes with anger, holding up the steel sword and roaring: "Ula! Ula!"

His roar drew all the children's roar, and everyone's expressions were particularly ferocious, yelling at Ula, not to mention how cheerful they were.

And Rurik easily dominates more than a hundred children, the appearance of the future wild warrior, shocked Lumia subconsciously retreat three steps. This is my master! A strong man with an unstoppable future.

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