Chapter 107： Li Wei's move

Villa has been waiting for the right time and must announce the beginning of the sacrifice at the right time.

She endured the soreness of her neck and looked up at Star Dou from time to time. She paid particular attention to the position of the Big Dipper.

European world Greece and Rome gave the Big Dipper mythological role, that is, the seven daughters of the main god.

In Northern Europe, the locals did not give them any special emotions. But the wise men of some tribes have learned some news that they can use the movement of the seven stars to estimate how long the night will be and how long it will be before the sun rises. They are also using Sirius' position to judge time.

In the eyes of a wise man, this is as casual as clearly distinguishing the sunrise and sunset.

Finally, the stars are in the right position.

Villa deliberately slowly opened her arms. Her weird behavior caused thousands of whispers and made the entire altar very noisy thousands of people instantly lose their voices!

A pair of eyes stared at the woman in the antler helmet, watching it enter the stone boat with eyesight, and approached the land full of oil lamp flames.

She shouted in a low voice: "Everyone...everyone! Kneel down..."

The command was contagious like cancer. For an instant, she was the only old man in the entire venue, barely standing in the posture of a forest saint, with her entire old face facing the aurora in the sky.

Together with the leader Otto, with all the priests, and all the more than 7,000 residents, they all knelt on the ground, waiting for the prayers from the high priest.

Lurik and Lumia knelt inside the stone ship altar, with their knees pressed against the snow through the skins of the animals.

Lurik could feel that Lumia was not willing to kneel abruptly, but as long as she looked at the solemn and solemn scene around her, how could her servant Hode stand? Look at the leader himself, isn't he also kneeling?

The entire ritual is not long. The most important thing is the recitation of the high priest and the handling of the victims.

Villa recites the Hanukkah prayers she has mastered, and her successor Bona has done the same.

The eulogy may come from a very old age. Veria even believes that the eulogy of his tribe is as old as the 870th birthday of the saint whom the Romans admire.

The lengthy eulogy is full of cramped vocabulary, and it is really difficult for ordinary people of the tribe to understand it.

Yes, "eulogy" is a language used only by priests, and many vocabulary are different from the spoken language in daily life.

It is indeed very different. Many words are not in Old Norse at all, but are directly borrowed from Latin a long time ago.

Latin, the mother of European destruction, although Latin itself also borrowed a large number of vocabulary from ancient Greece, after all, these hundreds of thousands of vocabulary radiated to the Apennines through the influence of the Roman Empire.

Villa finally finished chanting the vocabulary, and she consciously felt that her neck would be crushed by the heavy antler helmet. For the ceremony to go smoothly, she must be patient!

She lowered her head slowly, and gave instructions in a low voice, and everyone slowly stood up.

"Ruriek!" she called slowly.

"I'm here."

"Now is the time for you to act." After that, she motioned to Bona to return the steel sword to its owner, and then motioned to Otto to bring all the five deer over. Starting

The steel sword was stuck in the snow, and the deer also brought it for Otto.

Three strong warriors forced a deer to the ground. The deer was so frightened that he wanted to break free, but was held down by the three of them. Otto quickly tied the limbs of the deer with hemp rope, forcing him to lie on his side on the ground, neighing sadly.

Other deer were also made in the same way, and soon they became sacrifices that could be smoothly executed by Rurik.

"Child, it's time for you to reap their lives. Don't worry, you just need to pierce the deer's neck with a sword." Otto commanded, panting slightly.

"I..." Rurik's heart was beating, he couldn't help but glanced at Lumia from the corner of his eye, and noticed the sadness of the girl's expression.

But the deer must be executed!

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Lurik did not personally kill an animal larger than a mouse, and now he actually wants to...

"Soul Dan, are you a man? Be brave if you are a man! This is not a thousand years later, and the weak will be servants to the robbers!" After a bit of self-inflicted abuse, Rurik calmed his mind and bent over and pulled up that one. Steel sword.

He held his breath and held a sharp blade, and walked towards the deer whose neck was severely broken by his father.

Otto showed an encouraging smile: "Do it now, cut the neck, and let the deer blood flow into this altar."

"Ok."

Liurik knelt down slowly with a calm face. He noticed the deer's desolate eyes illuminated by the fire, and a trace of compassion rose.

Kindness?

Do not! Not now!

His left hand held the deer's neck and touched the strong pulse of the deer. The blade of the steel sword of his right hand plunged directly into it. The whole process was decisive.

For an instant, deer blood sprayed his face, and the warm and **** deer blood did not bring fear to Rurik.

The deer was struggling violently, and the blood of the deer was still flowing out. Thousands of people witnessed the **** appearance of Lulik.

The quiet crowd burst into strong applause. The reason is simple. The leader's only seven-year-old son has personally offered a deer to Odin. This is an excellent tribute and a much larger body than Rurik. Tribute!

Executing a deer is not a horrible thing, but what is going on with the beating heart?

Lurik was stunned, his **** sword pointed at the other deer who was helpless in a daze.

These deer are sad, they have encountered the most thorough domestication in the hands of the Sami. The Sami people raise deer for food, including Lumia. She has already witnessed too many scenes of killing deer. Lu Mia would not feel terrible, but felt that the deer that originally belonged to her family had been executed by them so hastily, and that it was executed by her own lord.

had the first success, and the next work Rick did not procrastinate.

The deer blood stained the snow. They gave death to the leader’s son and Otto’s blesser. With a blood-stained expression on his face, Rick completed the proof of his strength in front of all the clansmen and the guests.

All went well for the sacrifice. The deer of the sacrifice was the property of the priests. The deer skin was immediately peeled off by the leaders and others. The venison, also known as an important sacrifice, was piled on the snow.

The position of the stars moves, and the ritual activities also end here.

Now, Veria can finally take off the antler helmet that is about to break his neck. Faced with all the onlookers and visitors, she solemnly announced the end of the Hanukkah festival, and solemnly announced: "Now, you can go back to your home to drink and light a bonfire on any road. You can celebrate and welcome the first. Sunrises."

Everyone broke out with an astonishing roar, and they began to leave the altar one after another, rushing to binge drinking all the ale stored in their house, and recklessly ate the reserved meat.

In a short period of time, fewer than a hundred people remained on the altar that was still brightly lit.

The blood stains on Liu Rick's face are still there, and his leather coat stained with deer blood must also be thoroughly cleaned. His mother Niya didn't criticize her son for dirtying his clothes, only affirmed her son's strength.

Everything is over. The five deer will soon become a meal for the priests, and the five furs will be processed into clothes. The deer blood on the blade was wiped off by the snow, and it shone cold under the aurora.

Until now, if anyone is in a bad mood, it is poor Lumia.

"Let's go, my child, we also want to go back to our own home." Otto comforted his son.

"Okay, I must change this dress."

"Bring your servant with you." After that, Otto sternly urged Lumia, who was staring at the deerskin piled up on the snow in a daze: "Servant, follow us, or I will kick you with my boots. butt."

"Okay...I...I'll go."

Lumia squeezed her eyes vigorously, and Rurik noticed that a few bright drops splashed from her eyes.

She's not in a good mood, right!

I am in a good mood.

The execution of the deer was recognized by his parents and the people. Although he was a little nervous, Rurik now only has a strong sense of success that belongs to a man, which is a kind of invigorating feeling of the master.

After the 　　 big festival, the celebration that belongs to ordinary people begins!

Those Varyags known as barbarians, both male and female, dance under the aurora and the stars. Hanukkah is like a carnival.

People vent their excitement, including those children, who are very happy to throw branches at the burning pyre to make the flames more vigorous.

The children are actually playing with fire, after all, their boring winter is extremely lack of toys.

What's so fun about fire?

Liulik had no choice at all, he was surrounded by a large group of his own subordinates and walked towards the fire. The children didn't care about the talking and laughing of the adults. They took out the burning wood sticks from the fire, supplemented them with more dry branches, and started their own bonfire.

When the little face was sore by the flames, a trace of fun actually came to my heart.

The feeling of warmth, even the feeling of being roasted, is so happy. As the king of these children, Rurik also threw branches into the flame with the flow.

Is this called everyone picking firewood and the flame is high?

If it weren't for playing with a group of children here, I would have been waiting at home, and would even be filled with alcohol by my father Otto.

The good guy among the children witnessed the heroic figure of Rurik beheading the reindeer, and the appearance of blood.

They are almost all afraid of killing deer at their current age. Someone who can do it is a ruthless person.

Throwing a bald Fisker who didn’t know how much firewood he did, he cautiously approached Rurik, his eyes couldn’t help but staring at the sword he was holding in his waist: "My leader, I really want to see your magic sword."

"Really? Then show you."

Lurik didn't think much, drew out his short sword, holding the hilt and showing it to his "general" Fisk.

Under the firelight, the sword body reflected a strong cold light.

It is the most perfect existence, the blade is smooth, the blade is straight and full of murderous intent, and the horrible point of the sword, as if it can pierce all armor.

"What do you think?" Rurik asked deliberately, "Do you want it?"

A word immediately aroused Fisk's desire, and it also caused more than a hundred children to scream.

"I...I want one too! I heard that the leader gave Odin's wisdom to the blacksmith."

"But you have no money." Rurik said bluntly.

"Yes!" Fisk lowered his head silently, his arrogance disappeared. He muttered silently: "My father has died in battle, and he didn't give me much property."

"A long time ago, you couldn't afford it." Liurik smiled with regret, "Fisk, how much do you think this sword is worth?"

"Maybe three silver coins? Or... it seems that there must be ten silver coins."

"Oh, Fisk, you really underestimate this sword. You stupidly think that Odin's wisdom is only worth ten silver coins?!"

Lurik's words suddenly made Fisk feel a sense of blasphemy, and he stepped back subconsciously, and asked in a low voice: "Could it be twenty?"

"At least fifty! Fisk!"

"So many?!" Fifty silver coins, I am afraid that some men will not be able to accumulate so much wealth in their entire lives. Yes, it is aimed at some so-called peaceists who are farming on barren land or simply fishing, and accumulating wealth in such a traditional way, it is foreseeable that they will probably be poverty-stricken for a lifetime.

If you go out of the barren land and take away the wealth of the wealthy other people, you are risking your life to get rich overnight.

"Do you want to acquire it? Of course you do!" Rurik said deliberately, and then paused: "So you have to fight for it yourself! You will eventually get a sword like this, even better than it. The premise is that you must be loyal to me."

Since he killed the deer, Rurik has really become a man. When standing on the altar where the blood of the deer is flowing, raising the steel sword and receiving the admiration of thousands of people, he feels that he has really grown up.

For a long time, Rurik has claimed that he is an old guy with a mentality of nearly forty years old. How about actually? The heart has been too young for a long time, sometimes even naive, and naturally indecisive. Although some adults are in a business conspiracy, they still lack strength.

He paid particular attention to Otto's instructions at the altar. A leader needs to be kind, but he must be cruel on key occasions.

Washed his face with deer blood, and Rurik grew consciously as if for a moment.

He is determined to truly be a leader, and he must target these children. He can't use friendship or some circulating oracles to inspire them. To deal with this group of guys is to give them orders to execute them. If you don't implement it well, you'll get a whip. Of course, if you do it well, you must also grant certain benefits.

Liurik looked up at the bald boy in front of him slightly: "Now, as the blesser of Odin, I order you, UU reading kneel down!"

Fisk did not hesitate, he knelt down on one knee like an ordinary warrior saw the leader, his left arm propped his left knee, and his right hand propped the snow.

At this moment, Rurik can be completely sure that his performance on the altar has conquered too many people.

The boys of the 　　 tribe are very simple. What they hear in their lives are one after another heroic deeds and some legends about wealth.

Boys are always ignored by adults. They are eager to prove themselves and a leader who belongs to the boys.

This leader is Rurik!

Looking at Fisk's dry scalp and the respectful look of this person, Rurik asked sharply: "Fisk, follow me and you will get wealth. Will you follow my orders and work for me?"

"I do."

"What? What did you say? Talking like a cowardly woman. Speak out loud!"

"I do!" Fisk shouted violently.

Fisk, who is about to be ten years old, is the oldest of all boys and the one with the strongest physical fitness.

In any era, boys are willing to find someone older than themselves and more capable than themselves as their playmates, and respect him as their eldest brother. Because of this, it is very beneficial to the boy himself.

Lurik gave Fisk not a sense of security, but a promise of wealth and status.

He let out a long sigh of relief, and scanned all the boys who were excited and trembling in their eyes.

"All of you! Kneel down!"