Rise of Rurik

The enemy did not leave, and the Russian soldiers who stayed on the original front did not dare to relax their guard.

As more and more Balmerk friendly troops crossed the river, the army became more vigorous.

This point, with the Northumbrian king Ernred, who the Bishop himself wants to make peace with, he can clearly see all this with the naked eye.

Horses' hooves stepped on the blood-stained summer grass, and the dead or wriggling corpses on the ground were shocking to him. If it wasn't for his own concentration, he would have spit it out.

At least the bishop of York himself was holding the silver cross on his chest tightly. He suddenly retched many times, and the little priest who accompanied him could only snuggle around the large wooden cross, reciting the scriptures in his mouth and forcibly cheering himself up.

"They will never kill the messenger. If they find out that the king himself is here, they should maintain basic courtesy." Thinking of this, Bishop of York looked at the king himself.

Ernred, at least, seemed to maintain a great deal of composure, and I hoped that was the case.

If the great king were to die, the Northumbrian throne would surely be cheaper than Osbot to the north. However, the army led by that man can resist the army of barbarians?

The further forward, the more dead corpses fell, and Ernred's mood became more complicated.

The corpses of war horses appeared ahead, and the rain of arrows on the ground looked like ears of wheat to be harvested, although only the southernmost Wessex territory had a variety of spring wheat.

As the distance drew in, Rurik could see Ernred's face clearly with the naked eye.

Although there was only a very brief encounter last year, Rurik was not sure if it was the king himself.

Wait, what is that man doing? !

I saw that the man took off the wooden prosthesis of his left arm, showed his broken arm, and took off his helmet.

"It is indeed the king himself." Rurik nodded, and immediately called the food officer Paul to his side to whisper a few words, and then ordered Yevlo to bring the king who was bound to fail to him.

They marched forward aggressively, only the food officer Paul trembled with great tension.

Magnut, who had already established himself as king, squinted his eyes: "Rurik, that's their king? Now I'm the master of this land. Very well, you lure that person over here,

I cut him to avoid future troubles. "

Rurik was really startled: "Father, why bother? That is a dog with a broken spine. Keep him as your servant, and you can knock the bones and suck the marrow."

"is it necessary?"

"It's necessary, at least temporarily. When he finally loses its usefulness, it's not too late for you to do it again."

"Oh, I'm afraid your kindness is out of time." Magnute stroked his son-in-law's hair, and said: "If my daughter Noren was here, she would probably persuade me like this. Well, if this man doesn't surrender We, killing him and his army, is no problem for you and me."

This is like the defeated Celtic king himself surrendering to Caesar. Killing or slaying is entirely up to the victor's mind.

Ernred saw that the Vikings also sent messengers, a group of madmen with blood-stained gowns!

There is also a man in a black robe, and he doesn't look like a combatant.

The contact between the two sides finally began. Ernred was still riding his warhorse, and his attitude was really arrogant. He looked down on Yevlo and the others with a victorious attitude.

"You! Come down!" Yevlo pointed at him with his sword.

The grain officer Paul immediately translated, but his soothing tone was completely incompatible with Yevlo's domineering.

"Why should I dismount? I'm the king of Northumbria! You're just a barbarian commander. Dismount me."

Hearing that, Yevluo was not angry, and he turned his hand to cut the horse's legs with his sword. Ernred immediately fell off the horse, and was pressed on the grass by the swarming warriors. The unprepared priest and the bishop of York were caught.

"You are a bunch of scoundrels! Don't be so powerless! I am the king! Tell your Rurik that he is only a duke, and I am the king!"

Yevluo finally understood what he said. After the king was pulled up, he slowly took off his helmet, revealing his black hair and his North Asian head.

"Ah! It's you?!"

"It was me."

In all of Britain, only the inner city of Londinium (London) is still inhabited by a group of noble Roman survivors, all black-haired. There were black-haired Vikings among the Vikings, and they had nothing to do with the Romans.

There was a respected guard beside Rurik, and Ernred noticed his black hair, and he also remembered it in his heart. He even knew that this short man was really a ruthless man.

Yevluo didn't want to say any more, and said: "My master is Rurik, and now my master has said that if you negotiate, you will unload all your weapons and go to our army. If you refuse, I will get the master's Authorized, you can kill you now, and your last army will be obliterated."

Ernred knew that what this person said was true, and he originally came to mediate because that life was gambling.

"I want to see your master, now, you disarm me."

The king's obedience really surprised Yevro, so he greeted his subordinates to strip him until he was only clothed, and finally tried to tie his only right arm with a rope.

Those priests, however, were out of luck.

Because Rurik's order was too simple to bring back the king himself.

Those little priests were all killed, and the shocked Bishop of York closed his eyes suddenly in the face of the bloody sword and waited for his sad fate.

The sudden change made Ernred's heart broken. He glared at the Viking warrior with grief and indignation, and sighed deeply.

He lamented: "Do you still think that I can strangle your young duke with one hand? My life is in your hands, why should I tie my right arm."

Yevro didn't speak, and finally put a rope around his neck and walked back to his army as if he was leading a bull and a horse.

At this moment, the kingdom soldiers and peasant soldiers watching from a distance, they witnessed all this, naturally thought that the king was killed, and immediately began to flee on a large scale.

In the end, only more than a hundred people and the last dozen or so cavalrymen saw that the king was being led away like a beast, waiting for the final news while weeping in grief.

Ernred was mortal, and he had only one request to speak to Rurik.

The defeated king stepped over a large number of dead Northumbrian warriors and finally entered the Viking army.

When he really entered here, he didn't feel that this group of people was pure barbarism. The enemy maintained a very strange neatness. A large group of neatly dressed warriors stood neatly with large round shields, stunned to build a passage.

Rurik, Arik, Magnut and Biyonne stand at the end of the "road". Behind it are the densely moored ships on the Maas, and the towering masts of the large ships even create a huge shadow. A lot of temperament swayed, making a loud noise in the wind.

"You leave first." Rurik ordered casually.

In the blink of an eye, he looked down at the defeated king a little, and said in Saxon: "Your defeat is fate. Ernred with a broken arm, our army is here again, and this time York is already in our hands. inside."

This Rurik is still a handsome boy, see you after a year, this boy is more like a pure man, but a very fierce man. The handsome face has deep eyes, and there is a huge ambition in his eyes. Rurik actually speaks Saxon, and although his accent is a bit strange, he can basically understand it.

Ernred took another look at York, where the orange king's flag, which should have been flying, was now a Russ flag with blue stripes on a white background called "oars", and even a flag with a huge bird printed on it.

Seeing that he hesitated, Rurik immediately introduced his father-in-law and brother-in-law.

To Biyonni, this down-and-out king is an acquaintance.

It was naturally the first time Magnut had met. For a defeated person, his first request was to order him to kneel and surrender.

"I have your royal city, and this is the new territory of our Balmers. You must submit to me, otherwise, you will be killed."

At least surrendering to an old man with a shaggy beard, Ernred felt somewhat relieved. But this old man actually wanted to humiliate his personality.

"Just kill me." Ernred turned his face and closed his eyes.

The furious Magnut wanted to do it himself, but was stopped by Rurik. Because this situation is not in line with his original intention.

Rurik reassured his father-in-law: "In the end, this battle was completed by our Ross Army independently, and it was my people who defeated him. I should decide what to do with it."

"It's... well."

Whoever has the most merit has the most say, and the Viking society follows this culture, and even Magnut cannot go against the tradition. Of course, no one thought it was an honor to actually kill an enemy leader with a rope around his neck.

Rurik motioned for his men to release all the restraints of Ernred, and then stretched out his finger and pointed into the distance: "You are a proud king, but your subordinates have betrayed you. You are already alone, and it stands to reason that we should not give you any favors."

"So what? What about your conditions?" Ernred asked immediately.

"You're a wise man, and you guessed my intentions at once. Killing you is really no good for our group, and even the war itself could have been avoided, but you weren't there when we landed. This is you The responsibility! Had you sacrificed your life when our fleet arrived, and ceded the land to pay tribute, this bloody battle could have been avoided. It was all your fault. But it is not too late to do so."

This is right, the hypocrisy and arrogance of the winners are vividly said!

But Ernred had nothing to say, and thought about it again and asked, "So, I became a tool in your hands."

Rurik smiled: "Exactly. I plan to have a peace negotiation, I don't know what you think."

This is simply an olive branch offered by Satan, is it worth believing?

If it was a real fighter, Ernred would have long since rushed with the last warrior to the death, or now frantically angered his opponent and killed himself. But he didn't, he didn't want this from the beginning, but he couldn't put down his noble body to do the servile act of a lowly servant.

"Peace talks? Of course you can. However, I must conduct peace talks with your equivalent king as a king."

After saying this, Ernred's eyes immediately looked at Magnut, who had established himself as the king.

Originally, what did Magnut mean with this guy? Cut him down and retake his territory.

In the end, Rurik thought long-term. He did not seek to colonize Northumbria, and the Balmerks, who were classified as Norwegians in a broad sense, would really live in peace in the new land they own because of a treaty. At least Balmers The Merck must first establish a solid core of rule on the island with a few years of operation. The Principality of Ross will not rule here. What Rurik needs is a new material production area to do business, and even let the Balmers from the port of Narvik immigrate to Britain, so that he can penetrate Balmer with influence. replaced by the original.

It seems to be the beauty of others, but behind it is Ross's consideration for the future.

Rurik was willing to be a guarantor so that a peace treaty would last at least two or three years.

The wilderness is not a place for peace talks. The best place is naturally the Royal Palace in York City.

Ernred crossed the Maas River on a Viking longship.

He wondered if the city of York had become a hell on earth, and the result was not too far from hell.

There were Vikings with dreadlocks all over the place, their arms bare and tattooed on purpose.

Many young women labored in silence, with women screaming and crying from time to time.

Ernred closed his eyes and kept blaming himself for his guilt. As a king, he brought a heavy army to the border with the Mercia army to consume, and the royal city was easily occupied by them and reduced to such a situation.

He simply hurriedly questioned Rurik with grief and anger: "These are my people, and you actually treat them as slaves."

Rurik shrugged, turned his head and said, "That's what your ancestors did to the Picts. Well, they're not slaves, at least our army will have it forever, young men don't have wives. You're not qualified. King, our men are not villains, we have our own principles."

"You! You are barbarians." Ernred bared his teeth.

Rurik was also anxious when he heard it, and retorted: "Because we don't believe in your gods?"

"This……"

"I'm surprised, why don't you ask me about your son? I'm not stupid enough to kill Ella. By the way, even the unclean queen with you is alive now."

Ernred was stunned on the spot, recognizing that the soldiers pushed him and stood still. He stared at Rurik with dull eyes, and for a moment, two lines of hot tears flowed out, and he squeezed out a thank you for a long time.

It was originally the stone room where Ernred summoned the generals and discussed political affairs, but now all standing are Vikings from afar.

The rough square table was in the middle, Rurik and Magnut on one side and Ernred on the other.

The atmosphere of the whole negotiation was full of victorious arrogance, but Ernred was no servile either.

Of course Rurik was prepared for the demands of the coalition forces, but Ernred, who had just sat down, immediately attacked: "Where's my son! I want to see Ella!"

"Of course. After the negotiation is over, your father and son will naturally be reunited." Rurik said casually.

"No!" Ernred was suddenly furious: "I must see him now. Rurik, prove your own honesty, let Ella stand by my side, and I will negotiate with you."

"Presumptuous! The king of failure." Arik, who was originally standing on the side, suddenly drew his sword. Although he did not understand the Saxon language of the island, he knew that the king was arguing.

Rurik twisted his temples, glanced at Magnute with an old face again, and ordered casually: "Come on, bring the prince out. Biyonni, let your toys come out and see, after all she was originally It's the king's woman."

After a while, Ella really had to be led out. Seeing his father, the boy burst into tears on the spot and threw himself into his father's arms.

Ernred was also crying, but after a while, he saw her out of the corner of his eyes.

"The queen. The unclean queen. What is this woman doing now?!"

Even in barbarian furs and Viking braids, Ernred knew Queen Anna's face.

After all, it was an unclean woman who was serving a new master.

Then look at Biyonni who pulled it out. This tall, bald man with a patterned head was just an order. This unclean woman knelt down on her knees and sat on the ground. At Han's feet, a large hand casually fiddled with his chin and stroked his hair.

Her eyes were blank, and she had no expression when she saw herself.

Ernred estimates that the woman's soul has completely dissipated, becoming an empty shell owned by the Vikings, and this tall and terrifying man will be pulled over, which is pure humiliation. Considering the current situation, Ernred was unable to speak even if he had completely cursed. He wouldn't overreact to a woman who had betrayed him long ago and is now insane. He just wanted to do everything in his power to preserve the existence of Northumbria, even if the territory was seriously shrunk.

But wait! Perhaps this army of barbarians...

"That's right! Why must Northumbria bear the suffering alone?! Wigraf of Mercia, it's all because of you, the villain, that I almost wiped out my country. I want revenge on you!"