Rise of Rurik Chapter 611

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When the sun rises again, the dawn is in the thick fog, and the whole world is extremely weird.

Tamworth was so quiet, as if everything that was alive died.

A ramp made up of the flesh and blood of the war dead stood beside the city wall. The remaining warmth of the dead was still not cool, and the **** atmosphere was still telling the battle last night.

The Ross and Balmerks slept for a long time, but a small group of people who claim to have good physical fitness have awakened, and carefully cleaned the battlefield with their own weapons.

A gorgeously dressed corpse that was obviously different from ordinary people was removed from the javelin inserted on the body, but the crossbow arrows were clustered in the body of the deceased, and it was stuck by the iron ring of the chain mail, and it had to be pulled out Only strength can be pulled out. The corpse was simply tied with delicate leather boots, ignoring the dozen or so arrows on the front of the chest, and dragged it to the resting place of the big men in a daze.

Even if the sun rises, the battle continues.

There was another sneaky person on the wall poking out his head, and they were greeted by the sniper of the crossbow. Regardless of whether it was really hit, the person with the probe disappeared instantly.

This is a bald middle-aged man. He hides behind the wall, panting, and crawls around to grab his cloth cap, put it on his head, and escapes.

He fled to the church in the city with very bad information, and hurriedly approached the bishop who was preaching to thousands of people, whispering in his ear.

Tamworth's face changed so much that he couldn't do the next thing.

A very remarkable fact lay before our eyes. Crown Prince Bot Woolf was killed in battle, and the armored city guards barely survived. There are survivors everywhere in the huge Wangcheng. They were terrified and even lost the idea of ​​fleeing the city.

The strength of the Viking soldiers was simply not enough to encircle the entire city of Tamworth, but the campfire at night created an illusion of horror.

They felt that the enemy had indeed surrounded the entire city, just as the priest said, it was a group of humanoid monsters from hell, and the meaning of existence was killing.

The people did not dare to flee, and they had also burst out powerful fighting power at a critical moment, but this momentum has gone with the prince's death in battle.

The prince's wife and queen were responsible for presiding over the overall situation, but these two women were already frightened by the situation. What is the end of the world? They think this is it.

All the nobles in the city gathered in the church to listen to the bishop's instructions.

"Why is there such a situation? There are many fallen among you, because your fall has brought demons..."

Where are so many devout people? Of course they believe in the existence of a god, noble people usually use the priest's words as a reference, and ordinary people also need to accept the command of the nobility. They were not very sure, and now they have to re-examine it-maybe I am really guilty?

More than two thousand people crowded in Tamworth Church, and the outdoors was even more crowded.

The bishop himself left the scene suddenly and set down two or three young priests to preside over the situation, which immediately caused the violent and low roar. People were whispering, and some even said that even the clergy had abandoned the lamb.

In reality, the bishop thought of the only way out of shock.

The old priest who found out about the conclusive news at the top of the city continued to report his own experience, and the more he told it, it seemed that the situation became more and more dangerous.

"There are corpses everywhere, blood stained the grass...the barbarians are still strong. Sadly, today is their siege day. We...if I don't handle it well, we will all die." The bishop said. When the time, the eyeballs will burst out.

The old priest also had his own ideas, and said: "Pada. In my opinion, we can escape."

"Escape? Where to go? We can't escape. This is God's sanction against us."

"However, those savages are clearly not demons either. They are a kind of warrior that we have never touched, maybe..." A noun is ready to come out: "They are Vikings."

"Damn outsiders!" The bishop clenched his fists. He wanted to escape subjectively, but he had the identity confirmed by the Romans. To escape the monastery was to betray everything.

Cursing can't change anything, but without making some changes, the entire city is slaughtered. As for resistance... they have lost their courage and strength.

"Maybe... we should try this approach."

"What is it."

The bishop gritted his teeth and decided to go all out: "You, gather all the children. We will organize a mission to bring the queen and the prince and their sons. Let's pray for peace."

"Is this appropriate? This is betrayal."

"No! When Pope Leo I persuaded Attila's barbarians to retreat, I am naturally inferior to the Pope, but I have the confidence to save the lives of the people." The Bishop of Tamworth is naturally not nonsense. Complicated, it can be regarded as a successful peace after all. The story has been continuously processed for four hundred years, and it has indeed become a credit that can be inherited by successive popes.

"But the people outside the city are all demons! I saw corpses and blood everywhere."

"Go!" As the bishop scolded, he looked up at the beam of the church and confessed to God: "Lord, forgive me. I have a reason to make peace with those savages. I want to save your lamb and bless me with success. "

However, when she heard that she was going to make peace with the barbarians, the queen was the wife of King Wigraf. She was scared to marry on the spot, and after waking up, she was crying and crying. If it weren't for the reason of faith that couldn't commit suicide, it would have been self-hanging.

Instead, the princess decided with tears about the barbarians for a while. She entrusted her son to the priests and ordered them to protect them closely. She quietly carried a dagger, only to find the corpse of the prince and fight with the murderer who killed him, even if The result is that he will die by his husband if he is killed.

The crown princess dressed up a little, even if the kingdom is down, it can't compromise the royal family's decency. She dressed herself as an ancient Roman woman's hair bun, and wore an extremely rare purple handkerchief on her body to show her dignity, even if she had never seen those ferocious barbarians. But the black burqa concealed all this.

The bishop also put up a huge pomp. According to the etiquette standards of the festival celebrations in peacetime, they were not only dressed in simple and plain robes (unlike the pursuit of the royal family, the priests of this period paid great attention to simplicity), and held a lot of The black crosses lined up to the city wall, to the terrifying staircase paved with flesh and blood.

The bishop himself embraced the precious manuscript of the Gospel, and all the priests walked tremblingly, chanting Hallelujah forcibly to remain calm.

They were not calm when they saw a large number of corpses, even though they had buried a lot of corpses in the previous battle...

At the same time, as the time was approaching noon, the Vikings who got up one after another gathered around the pot and urn and waited for the food to boil. Some even couldn't wait for the wheat to be cooked.

Rurik had already regained consciousness, and it was also seen that Magnuth and others were pointing to a "general" who had died in battle.

"Rurik, my son, come and see this man." Magnuth waved with joy.

"This man?"

"Yes, just look at the judgement. Well, maybe you should cut off this person's head." Magnut said this with good intentions. The heads of the Balmerk family who were present reached a consensus, leaving Rick. He is the greatest hero of this war, even if he seems to be a weak boy.

"Cut off the deceased's head? Forget it." Rurik glanced at it, feeling more and more wrong.

Judging from this person's clothes alone, the clothes are too exquisite compared to the other dead. Even if he is wearing chain mail, this person actually wears two pieces! The armor-piercing arrow shot by the steel arm crossbow is about to be killed, and it is difficult to pull out because of this bizarre chain mail.

Rurik gave the order, and only then did several strong men drew the swords from the dead man's body vigorously.

"Do you see any clues? I guess this man is a general, because he led the soldiers to resist, which caused us to lose a lot." Magnut said with a trace of regret.

"No." Rurik shook his head.

"What do you mean?"

"He is not a general. He is more noble than a general."

"It will never be their king."

"Of course not. Their king might have fought with Ernred's Northumbria army again. You and I have seen it, the enemy we are facing is very tenacious, and it is not what our army has faced in a raid many days ago. Right coward."

Magnuth and many families nodded one after another, "Maybe this person is the heir to the throne, so he is so desperate."

"Perhaps." Rurik sighed and stared at his father-in-law: "If a hero is killed in battle, even if it is an opponent, how should he treat his corpse according to your methods?"

"Are you asking me?" Magnut smiled, and pushed his eldest son Biyunni again.

"Of course I saw his head making a wine bowl." After that, Biyuni laughed loudly, and the axe in his hand was really chopped off.

Rurik was taken aback, but he couldn't remedy it. "Oh! What are you doing? I still want to give this hero a corpse to be buried."

"Forget it!" Laughing Biyuni pulled down another dark face that seemed to be constipated for a week, and then slashed frantically at the forehead of his head, revealing a terrible red and white thing.

Observing at such a close distance, Rurik felt that he had already seen enough blood and light. He had a strong psychological quality. This time, a strong feeling of vomiting came to his throat, if it hadn't been for his strong willpower to hold back. It was greatly embarrassed.

Everything is as Biyunni said, no matter whether this person is a general or what status, this person's resolute resistance must have caused the Balmerk Army to usher in the most tragic loss since its landing.

Rurik wanted to say something about this noble body. In such a situation, what he said was meaningless.

He immediately changed the subject: "You just dispose of this person's body, I don't care! Our soldiers have basically recovered their strength, and the next step is to attack Tamworth. Tell me, what are you going to do?"

Magnuth shrugged: "What else? We rushed in to kill them and take away their wealth. In this battle, everyone will make a fortune!" The family chiefs laughed at the end.

"This... is too extreme."

"Are you pitying them?"

"Forget it, at least it is a respectable enemy. Their men may be wiped out by us, and the rest are women and children." Rurik had thought of the countermeasures after the city broke. Since the words are here, he might as well. Say: "You may say that I am kind, at least this time I should be kind once."

Magnuth was actually a little relieved in his heart. He had long known that his son-in-law Rurik was different from other madmen. Sometimes this kid was really kind, but he was extremely cruel on the battlefield, and he couldn't make up his mind.

"Do you want to forgive them? Don't look at them too high. They obviously can't be docile pets. Rurik, they will desperately protect their belongings in order to..."

Magnut was half talking, and the crowd gathered not far away was already in extreme commotion. More than a dozen soldiers hurried over and yelled: "The Mercian is about to attack again! We are going to fight them to the death!"

Hearing this, Magnut pouted, followed by the buzzing of sharp swords unsheathed: "You have pity on them, this is how they return you. They hope to die, and we will fulfill them. Brothers, we Continue to fight."

Rurik also stomped his feet and looked down at the city wall and whispered: "I wanted to restrain my army and give you a chance to get out of peace. You Messiah have a species. You plan to fight until the last soldier, so let's fight. "

The Roths and Balmerks holding shields are all gathering, and a large number of crossbowmen have completed the loading and charging of arrows.

Very subtle is that Lurik quickly realized that this seemed to be another confrontation, but his subordinates did not take the initiative to attack, and the local situation was probably also very problematic.

He approached the front line cautiously, only to realize that the intelligence of the Messiah's offensive was a fallacy.

The Messiaians did come, and they were all priests and monks.

"Stop it all!" Rurik shouted at the people around him with a sword, before calling his cousin again, ordering him to restrain the brothers from moving.

Indeed, all of a sudden, at least thirty priests dressed in uniform and solemn black robes, holding a huge wooden cross high, walked down the "slopes of flesh and blood" under the leadership of the elder who was the head of the book.

"Kill them to save extra troubles." Arik, who had just said that he had restrained his brothers, declared so.

"I want to negotiate with them personally."

"It's not necessary, I'm afraid there is fraud."

"So I need your protection. Bring a few brave men to protect me."

Arik smiled, showed his double swords, and flicked his neck: "Let's go."

"Don't worry," Rurik said again: "Let's take that noble corpse with us. Even if we don't have a head, they should recognize it."

"Alright. Just to ask who this person is."

The priests and the complicated princes stopped, everyone faced the army of barbarians, watching them so close, naturally, they were surrounded by fear.

Even the bishop was uneasy. He wanted to talk to the barbarians, but for a while he didn't know where to speak, let alone whether they could understand what he said.

The whole scene froze strangely!

Finally, it was the Vikings' camp that changed.

The headless noble corpse was transported onto the cart, and Arik took more than a dozen soldiers who had cleaned their white cloth coats, and put on their shiny and shiny helmets, and led Rurik forward aggressively.

Before long, the two sides will meet in the city.

Rurik leaned out his whole body under the protection of the guards, first glanced at the wrinkled old man holding the book, and then asked: "I will not ask anything else. First look at the dead man, you can deny it."

This was spoken in Latin, and in order to ensure that his language was accurate enough, he also called John Invall.

The priests of Mercia couldn't believe what they heard, and the bishop casually spoke in Latin and couldn't wait to ask: "You! Who are you? You! Who are you."

Rurik did not return for the time being, the guards let a gap, and the headless corpse was pushed out.

Seeing this step, the priests were speechless, only the bishop clasped his head and shouted: "It's the princep! He is dead! His head is gone!"

The tragedy of the corpse was clearly seen by the princess. Even without the head, there are only two women in the world who know the body of the princess Bot Woolf best. One of them is the princess.

The most unfortunate thing was all in front of her, she had already prepared, and suddenly pulled out the prepared dagger.

In the end, there is a prince who is brave and not afraid of death, and there is a strong prince.

Perhaps, without the Viking era, without the expansion of the Ross people, and Wiglav would be killed by a chicken rib in his throat because of a certain diet, the couple would be able to lead Mesiah back to his former hegemony after the prince succeeded to the throne.

A woman rushing over with a gold-plated dagger?

Arik is still holding a double-steel sword this time! He was an veteran warrior who could even perceive the murderous intent in the air. A woman with a black robe and dagger holding a dagger rushed over. He did not hesitate to regard this woman as a respectable female soldier. She dares to fight, is a female warrior! The Viking's attitude towards the enemy female warrior is extremely simple, either by her or by killing her.

Arik's behavior was extremely decisive, and he gave the princess Viking decent decent in front of the priest...

A new slaughter was in front of his eyes, many priests collapsed directly, and the standing cross also fell on the ground.

In shock, the bishop hurriedly bowed to pick up the gospel that the money had accidentally dropped, and immediately knelt on the ground and humbledly prayed in Latin: "Brave warriors of a strange land, I pray to you and forgive us for our lives."

The cousin's decisiveness, and the woman's assassination, Rurik had to examine the advice of his father-in-law. Indeed, this group of people is not to be believed.

Even so, the mass murder of Rurik won't feel any fun. He can't control how brutal other Vikings are. Only the Rus army must have rules and regulations and cannot incarnate unorganized robbers anytime and anywhere.

He stood up and patted his chest: "I am the commander of this army, and only I can speak Latin. The priest of Mercia, now tell me who the dead we brought is. And this assassin woman. You actually tried to assassinate, isn't it a blasphemy to your god!"

A young man is the commander of a barbarian army. Is there anything more bizarre? At least this young man understands Latin incrediblely, and the bishop said: "The headless man is the prince of the kingdom. He leads the people to resist you. This woman is...the prince."

"A couple? Both husband and wife are very brave."

The bishop boldly asked: "My lord, can you forgive us? The city is full of women and children. They cannot fight with you, nor dare to fight. If you need wealth, you can take it as long as you don't hurt the rest. People. This... is just my most humble request."

Rurik nodded: "It looks like you are a bishop. I will ask you again, where is your king?"

"The king and the army are not there. Before the fierce battle with you, someone has already informed the lords everywhere, maybe one army after another is already on the way to Tamworth..." In order to survive, the bishop explained a lot of things. Including but not limited to information on reinforcements, royal treasures, and the actual number of residents in the city, he hopes that his cooperation will gain the peace of the people.

The knife is already on the neck, if it irritates them, it will be a scourge. If an old man dies, he will die. However, there are still 10,000 women, children, and children in the royal city. They should live! Since the king cannot protect their lives, maybe the king's wealth can.

Without Lauriek's words, the bishop himself came up with a plan that made him feel comfortable, that is, the people evacuated the city and left peacefully and empty-handed, leaving all the remaining treasures to the Viking army.

Up to this time, Rurik was surprised that the enemy still did not know that it was the Vikings who were at war. He solemnly declared his identity, and the faces of the bishop and priests were not very surprised.

However, the war is not just a war between the Ross and Balmerks against Messia, this war has been extended to a new round of all-out war between the military alliance of Northumbria and the Viking army and the Kingdom of Messia!

The priests who learned the truth were truly surprised. The bishop yelled to heaven and even cursed loudly: "Wigraf! You are the stupid king! You provoke Northumbria, and now their Viking mercenaries are going to We kill them all! You are not worthy to be king!"

Mercenary? Rurik heard the word ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and immediately retorted: "Idiot, we are not mercenaries. Stop cursing, now follow my orders."

The bishop turned his head down again and remained silent.

"I will not release the people casually, but I will also promise that the killing will end here. Of course, it all depends on whether you cooperate. You go back and bring all the people out and gather on the riverside. I will send soldiers to watch them. Wait until Northumbo. The army of Riya arrived, and these civilians were all handed over to the king of Northumbria. You should also think about it. If you want to die, I can fulfill you now. If you plan to go to Northumbria in the future, you can survive."

Undoubtedly, they all chose the latter. As for letting people out of the city willing to be controlled by the Vikings, the bishop bluntly said to think about it.

But Rurik had no intention of dragging with them anymore, and he warned: "My patience is limited, and your assassination made me angry. Thank you for my kindness. This is the only opportunity given to you to let yours come out quickly, tomorrow morning. The army of the United States will enter the city, and the Messiaians who have not left by then will all be regarded as soldiers who resist to the end and will be mercilessly killed."

The bishop hurriedly agreed, and immediately led the little priests to climb the Slope of Flesh and fled back to the city...

Chapter end