Chapter 553： That man’s death was the beginning of Ostara’s revival and...

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The two lonely long ships tried their best to keep a low profile, and more than fifty people carried some wooden boxes, and they could rush to the port in some gloomy time.

"It's already very cold, I'm afraid that a sudden blizzard will cause all my brothers to freeze to death in this sea." The paddling old Eric said worriedly.

His worries are by no means unfounded, and Snoreva is not inhumane.

"Then go rowing hard, as long as we get to Tombstone Island, we will be completely safe." He said.

No one wants bad weather to make waves in the ocean, but this is like an inevitable fate.

The sea became violent, and a storm came unexpectedly.

The people on the ship were chilled, but fortunately the situation was not too bad.

Snoreva endured wet rowing and spent more than half a year in Hezeby, Denmark. He is no longer the chubby he used to be. Many things have to be done by himself, and this physical exhaustion is now indispensable.

The fat of this guy has become muscle, and the whole person is less naive, and no longer looks a little stupid, but has become strong and advantageous.

The body seems to have become stronger and become the first person in the family, but when sailing in the vast sea, life can have a future.

Because he must send a shocking news to Roseburg, and this task must be fulfilled by him alone.

Snoreva finally arrived at Tombstone Island, and when he got a little supply here, the cold finally arrived.

The sky is full of haze, and the snow is densely covered with the wind.

They continued to go north. The long boat with its sails relied on its oars. No one dared to be lazy, because everyone knew that after the snow, the entire huge bay was covered by ice.

Ross's fishing boats all returned to the port to escape the wind and snow. They tied their boats with cables and lined them neatly at the pier.

There are also a large number of boats directly washing up the sandy beach in accordance with the old tradition.

At the beginning, Gould looked at the snowy sky and no longer looked forward to the return of his eldest son. His first wife was worried about the eldest son, and although Gould was also worried, he would not show this on his face.

Xuezi 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 boats swaying northward, covered in snow and snow, like a machine, he insisted passively as if he had forgotten life and death.

The end of the journey is just ahead, clearly arriving at the small fjord of Roseburg. The two boatmen who were tortured to numb by the wind and snow rolled their mouths at most to look happy.

Finally, they arrived at the dock. But this huge Roseburg, not seen for half a year, was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Old Eric yelled vigorously, "Compared with when we set off, Roseburg has grown bigger, and the high wall can block the wind and snow."

"It's the last journey. Let's go back to eat meat and drink, and then soak in a wooden barrel full of hot water. And your slave girl should also be taken care of." Snoreeva said this, the snow on his body But there were a lot of shocks.

They docked safely, like a snowman turned into a living creature.

One by one, the wooden boxes began to be moved to the shore, and soon someone began to help, and everything became orderly in the wind and snow.

For people who are struggling with the economy, men have a strong physique to withstand the cold, and the women accompanying them are almost weak and collapsed as soon as they go ashore.

Old Eric and his entourage had their own destination, the wooden house that was bought was left intact, it was protected by the tall wooden wall.

The news of Snoreva’s return was immediately notified to Rurik, and Gould welcomed his son triumphantly. Before asking what happened in the south, this man who had lost a lot of fat and had a round face became sharp and sharp. Need to rest at home for a day.

Snoreva got his wish. He was drowsy in the warm wooden barrel, and when he was asleep he was accompanied by his wife.

He needs to talk carefully about what he has seen and heard in Denmark, especially to inform Rurik about major events.

Only the most important news reached Rurik's ears in the shortest words for the time being.

The Danish leader Hafgen is dead, and the huge long ship Red Dragon sinks in battle!

Gould's messenger finished reporting and hurried away braving the wind and snow.

Rurik stayed in the warm palace and rushed directly to the second floor.

At this moment, Lu Mia, with her stomach upright, is serving as a substantial math teacher. The outdoor wind and snow forced the doors and windows of Rurik’s mansion to close, and the lack of fun seemed to have started the winter, but the palace did become a school.

Lumia, who already knows the basic geometry and basic algebra operations, is busy teaching her sisters to learn these knowledge.

Rurik was also on the third floor, pulling his cronies, and learning Latin with the little monk John Invar.

Rurik left from the first floor, rushed to the second floor, and shouted at the girls who were busy studying.

"The news is very certain, the king of Denmark is really dead."

Hearing it, Carlotta bounced up instantly, and even stood up with Ella.

She turned her head and nose, eyes filled with tears, and desperately approached Rurik, and she was about to hug him.

"Thank you. The blood feud of my Ostala people is you... 嘤嘤嘤..."

Wiped her tears away, and Liu Rick whispered, "Keep on studying. I will summon Snoreva in two days, and you and Ella will be in attendance by then."

"Yes."

Rurik put his mouth to her ear, "Tonight, you come to my room."

Carlotta smiled knowingly with tears, she expected a lot.

What should I do if I have too many wives? Rurik remembered that the emperors of the East treated many concubines, except for the one or two who were particularly favored, they should not be forgotten. The emperor closed his eyes and turned over the sign.

Except for the ten original Slavic maids, they are all destined to not be very tall. The other seven wives and concubines all lived in this "palace" with Rurik himself.

The disaster of the Ostala tribe of Carlotta happened three years ago. She was more than a year older than Liurik, and she is now thirteen years old.

She has already experienced a simple coming-of-age ceremony, which is equivalent to saying that according to the habits of the Vikings, she has the obligation to give birth to her husband.

It's just the initial glory, which 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 would be ten men, with a stronger physique and taller.

...

Carlota finally got her wish, she has become a real woman.

She lay peacefully, immersed in happiness.

Rurik sat on the bedside, staring at the flame of the oil lamp from the corner of his eyes, panting, "Perhaps it would be great to have a root at this time."

He whispered, "Now you have another wish, I will also satisfy you."

"Yeah, and my sister, she is also waiting..." the girl murmured.

"Ella is too young, besides, I have to train her well."

"What to train her? Record the past?"

"There is something in the future. She is Hestoria. She has to learn a lot of knowledge and let our descendants know their ancestors thousands of years ago."

Carlotta chuckled, and then got up, "You ask too much, Rurik, I just want to revive my clan. I don't care if you are the king of Sweden, you are my king."

"Okay. I'm done..."

Carlota was tossed and screamed, and Otto and Niya who lived on the same floor were delighted. The old couple even teased each other, thinking about a name for Carlotta's son.

After four times in a row, Rurik finally lay down tired.

"Enough is enough. You are stronger than an average woman, and you will give birth smoothly. The Ostara people have begun to rejuvenate, but you still lack the masses."

"Then...what to do..." Carlotta asked weakly.

"You got five hundred serfs from Melaren this year. They are all poor people. Your existing tribesmen are all in the east, and they are busy developing new farms. I will divide you two hundred serfs."

"Wow! Good."

"Also." Rurik had calculated one thing, and now it is enjoyment. "I try to talk to those small tribes. Some of your tribes are not dead. Those women have been taken in and have even given birth. I persuade those The tribes let them go, or they use means to drag their families back to Ross."

"This is also a way. Rurik, how can I repay you..."

This girl is moved again, or is this her way of gratitude?

Rurik played with her braids, "It's nothing, it's enough for you to be obedient. You will rest tomorrow and stop studying."

As Rurik hinted, Carlotta paid the price for his actions after all. She grew up overnight, but how did walking become a bit painful?

Rurik was busy preparing something. He speculated about what other good news Snoreva could bring back besides Hafgen's sudden death.

Yes, Snoreva did get some important news that could not be confirmed in the rumors among the locals in Hezeby. He was afraid that the news would be wrong and deceive the adults, so instead of entrusting the messenger, he decided to speak in person.

The agreed date is today!

The stone fireplace on the first floor made the whole palace quite warm. Rurik was in the conference hall on the first floor and personally summoned the returning heroes.

As the Duke of Real Power, he sits on a wooden seat draped in bear skin, with two ferocious polar bear heads at his feet.

Otto, who had been delegated authority, sat next to him, sitting with many old friends.

And Sister Carlotta sits on the other side.

This is not a simple summons, it is clearly a parliament.

Snoreva saw the great significance of this battle at a glance, but the fat man had already experienced many battles through his experience in the south.

He came, just sit here. Anyone who had seen this fat man was shocked by his current physique.

"It's not strong anymore, Snoreva," Rurik said politely.

"Yes, my friends." Snoreva lined his chest. "Before, you thought I was just a timid and cautious fat man, a pure businessman. Now, I should be able to be a fighter."

It's okay that he didn't say it, but it made the old guys laugh.

Rurik motioned to the people to be quiet, and then said, "You have indeed become strong, and you must have encountered a lot of things in Denmark. We will talk about other things slowly, and now I want to check again. Hafgen, is he dead? "

"Dead. It was smashed by your big ship. No one found his body, but the Lobad tribe in Denmark has already broken out civil war."

"Civil war?" Rurik pointed his head sharply, "Why?"

"Without him, all forces are fighting for the position of leader."

"That man doesn't have a son of his own?"

"Only the daughter, and that woman was also killed, and her younger sister and husband died. This is a fact, the power of Hafgen has collapsed, and now Denmark is in some kind of chaos."

Snoreeva said this on a family honour, and what he said was far more cheerful than the understatement of the messenger.

Rose’s old guys stared at Rurik, praising this kid for being Rose’s great hero.

Otto stood up and let out a long sigh of comfort, "I thought Denmark was a strong enemy, and we were all afraid. I didn't expect them to be so weak. The Hafgen slaughtered the Ostras, and I couldn't think of the villain. It was easily killed by my son."

Rurik said casually: "It's not that we are weak, it is our Ross that has become stronger. We no longer worry about being attacked by a certain force. Hafgen will die and the Danish dragons will have no leader. We should take the opportunity to change our attitude towards Denmark."

"How else can I change?" Otto asked, at the same time that he had an answer in his heart, "Is it to change his hostile attitude?"

"This...can't be rushed. Because benefits are eternal, and in order to obtain benefits, the state of war has always been inappropriate."

"Do you want to form an alliance with them?" Otto asked again.

"If we Rose can do business in a fair manner, it is okay to form an alliance. However, there seems to be no hero and no one to trust among Danes.

"They are not believable!" Haro Zossen exclaimed.

"Uncle, calm down your anger." Rurik greeted the old man and asked about the heroes of Snoreva Denmark.

"Hero? There is one."

"Who?"

"A man named Ragnar. He..." Snoreva paused. "He killed old Olekin. He was young and energetic. Because of this feat, he was learning about Hafgen's death. Later, he recruited fighters to build weapons in Hezeby."

"This man?" Rurik stood up suddenly.

Otto looked up, "Do you like this person?"

"Maybe, we can form an alliance with this person."

"Do you like him? This man killed Olegin."

"Dad, you don't like Olegin either."

Otto shook his head, "Yes, but Olegin was killed by this person. If this person becomes the leader of Denmark, maybe he will attack the north again. I know you are not afraid of Denmark, but..."

"This man is a hero."

No one knew why Rurik suddenly swore so much, as if he was destined to establish contact with that Ragnar.

Snoreva mentioned a very important thing again, "My lord, it is true that Ragnar intends to fight for the Danish leader, but he still lacks strength. Do you know the old leader who was expelled by the Danes?"

"Is there anything else? I don't know."

"A man named Harald Clark. He believed in Frank's faith and was expelled. He took his nephew and ran away."

"So, that man feels that the chance of restoration is here?" Rurik asked.

"No. It's his nephew, a man named Horrick."

"Horik?" Rurik felt in a daze how the name resembled himself, "Who is this person? Can a person who has been expelled have strength?"

"This... the news is difficult to be sure. I heard that that guy is Durist’s master, and he is backed by Franks. That man is canonized as an earl of Franks. If he kills in Denmark, I am afraid that a Danish lord will be scattered. I really can't stop him."

Rurik became wary. "Is the news reliable?"

"My lord, this is just a rumor in the market."

"Rumor? How can there be such a rumor without a reason?"

Rülik pays more attention to the two men named Ragner and Horlick than Snoreva's report on his experience in Hezeby.

Who has the supreme rule of Denmark, maybe it is the two people who compete for it?

Rurik thought for a while: "I see, you will visit Denmark again next year and pay attention to the movements of that Horrick and the actions of the man Ragner."

"Yes."

Rurik nodded, and there were elites who looked at Ross, "I am very happy that the Danish civil war has occurred, especially the infighting of the Lobad tribe that controls the waterways. They can't gather a sea force to prevent us from entering the western sea. We should Take this opportunity to develop our maritime power."

How can a true king indulge in jewelry and beauty? Rurik is eager to lay down a big territory, but as a principality relying on the sea, there is no ship, all dreams are really dreams.

shipbuilding! Shipbuilding must be done!

It is necessary to take advantage of the window of political instability in Denmark to quickly form a Ross Baltic fleet.