Rise of Rurik Chapter 275

Telavis's mind is satisfied, he doesn't have much logical considerations, he is completely defeated, and to obey the strong is to fulfill his oath. He knelt down and went to kiss Rick's boots. Upon seeing this, his sister Sepolawa followed the example of her brother and acted exactly the same.

Compared to her elder brother, Saiporava is really like a leaf drifting along the Oulu River in autumn, and she doesn't care about her fate at the mercy of others.

The two children stood up and stood next to their father Mezzasta subconsciously.

Rurik opened his arms and took off his helmet again, revealing a clean and beautiful golden ponytail. He has a smile on his face, giving people a completely comfortable feeling. But this child has just clearly shown a cold side.

This smile even made Jeflo and others who participated in the "decapitate dead body" operation feel inconsistent. Obviously he was a cute and beautiful boy, but he did that kind of behavior in a daze.

Mezzasta has lived for so many years, and through this smile, he can clearly feel the unfathomableness of this beautiful boy.

Rurik reiterated: "I gave you one last chance, and you are still defeated. You are brave. I admire your courage in guarding the mountain fort. We Rus admire the brave. Maybe this battle could have been avoided. But it was you who took the initiative to attack my servant. There was a captive who claimed to be from the gray squirrel tribe, so we came to crusade you! Because you attacked my servant."

This remark was that Rurik was looking for a reasonable reason for the Rus' attack. This set of remarks was clearly the first thing Otto said to the Salmon Lord tribe. Now, Rurik finally told these words to the real tribe of gray squirrels.

Metzasta looked ashamed, he kept the words to the bottom of his heart, but he dared not say that he was the expedition sent by him. But this is the reason for the offense of the Ross. He had to imagine that if he had not sent an expedition, if Woimakashad and those people were all dead, his people would not be destroyed.

Today's gray squirrel tribe has been destroyed, and the remaining people will live with a new identity.

Next, the Ross people who finally completed the final victory, their faces were filled with the joy of victory, and they drove to the Grey Squirrel Mountain Fortress mightily according to the agreement.

Even if Mezzasta leads the tribe to surrender completely, they still have to pay some price.

That is all the property and materials they stored. They are the spoils of the Rus people, and they are also the conditions that Rurik and Otto can satisfy their subordinates.

The vast number of Ross fighters, they loyally follow the leader, father and son, are looking forward to reaping a lot of benefits after winning.

Otto knew this well, and Rurik knew it too.

In this era, don't expect that you can really restrain this group of barbaric fighters with some kind of restriction, some kind of awe-inspiring belief. Rurik has faded away from his innocence. After experiencing the "North Hunter Operation" that was soaked in blood, he really understood that the courage and beastiness of his people were all for the madness of plundering wealth after the battle.

Inappropriate metaphor, the Ross people who entered the fort became a swarm of locusts.

They search for all valuable things, especially focusing on finding fur and food.

The sun has set, and the young Ross soldiers have the right to enter the fort and search, and Otto played a role in raising his head. He escorted Mechasta, the former owner of the fort, and asked him to identify all the warehouses and cellars.

A large number of squirrel skins and deer skins were found, and there were even two bear skins and more than a dozen wolf skins.

There is no doubt about the value of leather. Otto wants to get more good things, but Mezzasta claims that the only valuable thing in his hand, except leather, is a large amount of hard-smoked dried fish.

Otto took it for granted that this person was lying, and ordered his men to search with all their strength.

This search was incredible. A cellar entrance with a wooden pole drew the attention of more than a dozen Ross soldiers.

As the wooden bars were opened, the fishy smell of smoked dried fish in the cellar came over.

For the Ross people who don't think eating herring raw is a problem, the fishy smell is simply a delicacy. They felt that what they found was a local food warehouse, but everyone never expected that there was a big living person hidden inside.

This person is no one else, but the imprisoned Woimakashad.

In the claustrophobic cellar, with the torch in the depths of the Ruth, he immediately fought with poor Woimakashad. This guy who used all the solutions to escape Rose's claws was finally beaten to the ground with blood on his face and almost fainted.

Even though there was a lot of blood on this person's face, people on the ground recognized him at a glance.

"It was the dog we ran away. He didn't die."

"No way! Isn't it just looking alike."

"No! Go report to the leader, we found the escaped dog!"

After all, Woima Kashad had sworn allegiance, he is now a fugitive slave and deserves to be tried.

At this moment, Otto, who had been in the house of Metzasta, had become the owner of the mountain fort. The old master is now just Kneeling and sitting on the side listening respectfully.

Otto sighed with the shabby local people. He thought about it for a while. These guys are not Gotland after all, and conquering them didn't get too much oil and water.

When Otto was upset and worried about Rurik, who insisted on staying outside the mountain bag and staying with the survivors, a soldier hurriedly ran over and then reverently half-kneeled on the ground.

"Big Chief, we found someone."

Otto said casually: "Is an enemy? Kill him!" After that, he also looked at Mezzasta in Vinono: "We made an agreement that no evacuees must be killed."

Mezzasta was a little surprised, he had guessed who the so-called person was somehow.

The soldier who reported the news was embarrassed: "But, that guy is..."

"What is it?"

"It's the hound you ran away."

"It's him?! Woimakashad, **** dog!" Otto's anger was instantly ignited, and he suddenly got up from the bearskin seat and asked: "You didn't kill the man, did you?"

"Exactly!"

"Go! Let's go out, I want to publicly kill this unfaithful dog!"

Otto approached the door of the wooden house angrily, and looked at Mezzasta who was holding his head coldly: "You are going to kill you. Remember, the betrayer must die."

Evlo, who was ordered to act as an interpreter, not only translated Otto's words, but after adding his own facial expressions, the words became full of intimidation.

Metzasta was so frightened that he hurriedly said that he did not dare to rebel.

Just outside, a large group of Russ held up the burning wood and surrounded Voima Kashad, who was obviously beaten.

Otto walked into the crowd proudly, untied his foot and knocked down the huddled people.

"You are a stupid dog! Now you must die." After all, Otto chose two people at random: "You two, pull up this sinner. We will publicly execute the traitor."

Because of Woimakashad's escape, Otto naturally lacked trust in the gray squirrel tribe. Otto sorted out many issues during this period, and he increasingly felt that behind the whole war, there was this dog's operation.

To pardon the survivors of the tribe is entirely Rurik's opinion.

According to Otto's own thoughts, except for the young woman among them, all the other members of the tribe were put to death.

Otto's thoughts, Rurik never had it.

Outside the mountain fort, what Rurik did under the guard of the remaining soldiers was actually to appease the frightened new servants.

Perhaps Rurik, who took off his helmet, gave others the feeling that he was a beautiful boy, a boy who had nothing to do with violence.

Rurik went deep into the camp of the defeated. He came with his bare hands. Of course, behind him was a warrior with a crossbow.

Those women and children did not dare to act rashly, and the surviving men kept quiet, looking at Rurik with two hundred pairs of eyes, and then listening to his kind speech.

"I am your master now, and I will take you all away. I will not humiliate you, as long as you remain surrendered, everything will be fine.

A woman who loses her husband will get a new husband. Children who have lost their parents will be nurtured by me. I will guarantee that all of you are alive, as long as you surrender.

We found an iron mountain in the north, I will order you to dig the ore, and I will send someone to teach you to smelt iron. You don't have to catch squirrels anymore, all of you will be mine miners that I can trust. If you mine ores for smelting, you will be protected by our Rus people and will not be hungry.

If anyone dared to attack you, it would be a war against the Rus. At that time, we will help you fight..."

Rurik estimated that these people were in extreme panic, and what they needed most was the guarantee of the conqueror's right to life.

He made such a promise, and also outlined a bright future for the Grey Squirrel Tribe in public.

It is also because of his language that he speaks in a relatively fluent "deer-raiser language", which the Kewen people can fully understand, and it also adds a sense of closeness invisibly.

After Rick had finished speaking, a middle-aged woman with a cane and strange braids on her head stood up with a leather drum.

Judging from his outfit alone, Rurik immediately realized that he was a shaman.

"I'm Borla, I'm the shaman of the tribe. Boy, are you lucky to be blessed by your god?"

Rurik fully understood this person's words. He understood that the woman's name meant "owl", and when she looked at her dress, she did indeed have the meaning of an owl.

Looking at such a strange person, Rurik felt a little strange. Because this middle-aged woman really means something of a forest elite, mysterious and ghostly.

Rurik calmed down, anyway, she was pretending to be a fool, and she should just be harder on her own.

"Everything is a prophecy. Our God gave a revelation and told me that there will be a battle with you. I understand your language and it is also a miracle."

No one thinks such remarks are weird. The survivors of the Grey Squirrel tribe, including Telavis who sincerely expressed their surrender, are looking at the proud blond boy with shocking eyes at this moment.

Many people looked at the surprised shaman and waited for her opinion.

Without the leader, the shaman is the leader of the tribe, the shaman Porla, who suddenly convulsed all over her body, and then, while beating the drum madly, the ghostly owl screamed like an owl on her mouth.

Upon seeing this, the tribal people knelt down.

"What's going on?!" Rurik felt weird, and an inexplicable sense of tension also sat on his mind.

After some owls, the female shaman mumbled a lot of words that no one understood in the twitch, giving Rurik the feeling that this guy was communicating with their gods?

In fact, Rurik understands that this is a "possession" ceremony. Those who don't believe it naturally don't believe it, but this group of tribal people clearly believe it.

All the Ross people onlookers were at a loss, and Rurik mumbled secretly: "You sound like a bird, you really deserve to be a woman called an owl."

He couldn't help but imagine that if there were a few priestesses in his tribe who were good at birdsong and howling, life would definitely add some fun, and the priests would also be able to highlight the sense of ritual. In fact, the Rus are the same as these Corvins. Rurik really knows that his people also believe that mountains, rivers, and oceans are guardian gods. Otherwise, they would not engage in large priests by the sea every spring.

The shaman finally recovered quiet, and the kneeling people also got up.

The shaman carrying a leather drum broke away from the crowd and boldly stood in front of Rurik. A mercenary wanted to drive this guy who was close to the gold master, but Rurik stopped him.

"Have you finished communicating with your god?" Rurik seemed to be very knowledgeable after hearing the news.

The shaman nodded and said yes, and then she raised her drum to face the other people: "The **** of the mountain, the **** of the river, and the **** of the big lake have all decided that this boy is our master. We need to trust him! Because he is a **** !"

Hearing, Rurik almost couldn't hold it back. He really did not expect to have such a flattering person, but the shaman's praise of himself has really saved himself a lot of trouble.

Rurik noticed that the fear of the faces illuminated by the campfire disappeared.

Saibrava, the little girl with hollow eyes that had always been the only one, unexpectedly approached on the initiative.

Rurik's placket was pulled by the child with a braid, "Master... are you really a god?"

"I..." Rurik wanted to deny it. Looking at the current situation, denying it openly doesn't seem to make much sense. "I am a person blessed by God, maybe I really am God."

"Then you are God. My father asked me to be your woman. I am very happy to be... your woman. Master, your promises are true?"

In fact, Polava was much taller in the Rurik match, and the two are actually the same age, both being only eight years old.

After all, Rurik was just an eight-year-old body. After all, he was an old man in his heart. Now, he has become more pragmatic.

He stroked the girl's forehead and said in a gentle tone: "I will keep my promise. I am the backer you can rely on. All of you are my people."

After all, Sepolawa was a little girl. She naively believed that the boy could be approached without hostility. She did not know that it was the weapon and army that the boy invented that caused heavy casualties in the gray squirrel tribe.

Rülik comforted the "cute squirrel" Saiporava, as if comforting her own child or comforting her younger sister. In short, this girl and that Telavis are nobles in this tribe.

If you want to control this tribe well, you must first control the noble people, and then the shaman holding the drum. As for the Metzasta, Rurik felt that this person might not be of great use in the future.

Because the future belongs to the young, it is his own generation, the young Ross under the rule of Rurik and all the young servants.

Just as Rurik used a series of promises to quickly appease the survivors of the gray squirrel tribe, making them believe that he was a conqueror with good faith, Otto gathered a lot of warriors, held the torch high, and walked out of the nearly collapsed violently. door.

The survivors who had just stabilized their mentality were now panicked again.

Rurik hurriedly calmed down: "Don't be afraid! I will protect you, I am your master, no one dares to hurt you."

Having said that, Rurik hurriedly ran up to his father, and at this glance he also saw Woima Kashad who was being escorted.

"Ah! Is this the man? He is not dead?!"

"He must die." Otto glanced at the escort, and said to Rurik, "Now I'll give you a task."

"What's the matter?" Rurik asked curiously.

"It's up to you to execute this wicked traitor."

"Ah?! Did you let me execute him personally?!"

"Why? Don't you dare?!" Otto scolded, "Remember, you are the man who wants to inherit my business. For the traitor, you must kill him."

"This…"

Thinking that he was strong enough and particularly cold-blooded Rurik, he hesitated on the spot when he listened to his father's order.

"Don't worry. Executing the traitor is your right and what you must do. Today, you must execute the traitor in the presence of those servants. You must establish your own prestige and show your servants yours. attitude."

Rurik understood Otto's words. After all, Otto was a very pragmatic old guy. He ordered him to execute this person, and while he was gaining power, he was also stunned.

Rurik glanced at his small face and then at the dying Woima Kashad who was obviously beaten up, thinking that this guy was really unlucky for the past month.

Put him to death personally? With a sword?

Rurik's heart was drumming, the weather was cold, and sweat was oozing from his forehead.

A thought suddenly came to mind.

"No! I can't do it myself."

"Huh?" Otto was taken aback. "That won't work! You behead him right here, this is my order."

Rurik saw that the two warriors had pressed Woimakashad to the ground. This person had completely given up resistance, exhaling indifferently like a walking dead.

"That's not okay." Ruriek was anxious, "My sword cannot be contaminated with the blood of such traitors. He must die, but he must die in another way."

"Oh? What do you think?"

"I? I have my own ideas."

After a while, Woimakashad was tied to a pine tree. In front of him, as many as sixteen crossbowmen lined up in two rows.

All the survivors of the Grey Squirrel tribe were ordered to watch the execution, and the rest of the Russ, servants of the Lord of Salmon, held up torches as spectators.

Woimakashad was blindfolded by a rag, and his mouth was stuffed with a cloth head, although Rurik didn't think he still had the energy to swear.

Rurik had already thought about it. Since he was going to execute a traitor, he would make the show a lot more so that he could really kill him.

Rurik, holding a dagger, seemed to be an arbiter. No one expressed disdain for his short stature and young age, because almost everyone believed that this son was the "Blesser of Odin."

The punishment of the traitor was supervised by Rurik, especially in this night, it was more solemn, as if Rurik had been authorized by Odin and Valhalla.

Facing everyone, Rurik said loudly in Norse: "Everything is the ghost of this man. He led people to attack and enslaved the deer breeders. He provoked the war between us and the Salmon Lord tribe. He Bring the scourge of war to the gray squirrel tribe. This man is the root of all evil! He must die!"

The same thing was repeated by Rurik in a language that the Kewen people could understand, which immediately drew a strong resonance from all Kewen people.

Even if it is a servant, it is helpless. If so, who would want war?

Everyone couldn't beat the Ross people, so they spread their anger on Woima Kashad.

The dying Woimakashad was indeed not so wronged. He wanted to watch the Rus fight against the gray squirrel tribe's rivals to reap the benefits, but the result was obviously the most ferocious monster.

Rurik heard a lot of abuse in his ears, all of which were accusing Woima Kashad.

"Oh! You are also a poor person, and even more a hateful person." Rurik shook his head and muttered, turning his back to the bound person.

"Yevlo!"

"in!"

"Execution!" Rurik ordered loudly.

Jeflo personally led the mercenaries to raise the crossbow. With an order, all the crossbow arrows hit the prisoner who was tied up. Voima Kashad died immediately, dead. It's really a little wretched.

"Everything is over." Rurik raised his head and glanced at his father Otto: "Dad, maybe we can leave here."

"No!" Otto said with a serious face, "the matter is not over yet!"

"Not yet?!" Rurik asked with his eyes wide open.

"The war is still not over, unless the remaining tribes are willing to return to us. Listen, Rurik, our goal is to conquer all the Corvins. We are their masters. All future Corvins must be like Novgo. Like the Rhodes, pay tribute every year!"

"Well, it's just what I want." Rurik didn't say much, after all, he and his father had exactly the same attitude towards this matter. It's just that the old man obviously wanted to conquer all the science literati as quickly as possible, and even made "Operation North Hunting" turn into "Operation to Conquer Science literati".

The days of leaving Roseburg have passed too long, too long!

Rurik had some gains, he felt that he had finally become a man with animality.

Chapter end