Rise of Rurik

Rurik, who was only two years old, basically learned the tribal language.

It's really interesting to distinguish them carefully. Most of their vocabulary is compared with English more than a thousand years later, and quite a few words are indeed very similar, so it is not difficult to learn.

Liu Li knew that his mother's name was Niya, his father's name was Otto, and he had a cousin called Arik. In fact, he still has a large number of relatives. They are all core members of the tribe, and even most people in the tribe are related to each other.

The tribes call themselves "Roarers" or "Ross" to the outside world, but only by their names internally, and some special people have nicknames.

However, they do not have any surnames.

"If I were Rurik, it would be around the middle of the ninth century. Am I in Scandinavia? Or in Jutland, Denmark?"

"The elders also claimed that I was a person blessed by Odin and wanted to lead the tribe to prosperity. Well, if you take your family to the hinterland of Eastern Europe, the tribe will indeed prosper. At least everyone, don't stay in the cold fjords and eat fish every day to survive. ."

The biological father Otto led hundreds of people to the place in Novgorod to ask for tribute from the locals. The biological mother has been counting the days, afraid that she will be back in a few days.

Once he accepted such an identity, Liu Li really wanted to see his father Otto and his cousin Arik as soon as he saw his biological mother, Niya, who was looking forward to the future more and more.

On the Sorgon voyage this year, Otto brought Aric, who was only twelve years old, just to let him see the world.

What treasures can they bring back? Liu Li has had enough of eating fish every day. As long as they return, they can enjoy a happy time of bread and even honey.

It was another peaceful autumn, the day dawned late, the north wind howled across the fjord, and the world was chilling.

The climate seems to be getting colder every day, but today's atmosphere is really unusual.

Early in the morning, an oil lamp was lit in the wooden house, and Niya prepared some raw pork marinated in water for her son, and a small piece of rusk.

"Rurik, eat slowly, I'll go outside and see what's going on."

"Good mom!"

Compared to pickled shark meat, concentrated seawater marinated pork tastes better, even if it is raw.

Rurik had no choice, for two years he had learned many things, such as the preciousness of pork, the preciousness of bread, and the preciousness of even the brine in which pork was marinated.

Even if they face the sea all day, the people of the Ross tribe can only boil seawater to make coarse salt with a blue color, and this process consumes a lot of firewood.

However, the tribe often eats fish. Sea fish has a salty taste, and they are not lacking in salt.

They've been doing trade with the people of the South, and no one knows how the people of the South can get pure white good salt that doesn't have a strange smell, and they have it after all.

Rurik slowly nibbling on bread and nibbling at pork, which is crazy for a two-year-old to do. He has been completely used to these, and now he has to sigh at the strength of a person's adaptability.

In other words, I had to sigh with emotion that people in the Middle Ages actually struggled to survive in such an extremely difficult environment.

After a while, Nia hurried into the wooden house with an excited look on her face: "Rurik, your father is back. Everyone has gone to the pier, and we are leaving too! Let's see how many treasures your father brought."

"Ah! Is there any honey?" Rurik blurted out.

"Yes! You have everything you want. You're almost done, we'll be leaving right away."

Rurik used his deciduous teeth to eat quickly, which seemed not to be the so-called food for children at all, but as a result, he ate this kind of food for a long time without getting sick.

I'm afraid it's all because of this Nordic male's body, which is strong in his bones, and will be even more robust in the future, even with a full-bodied beard.

Nia picked up Rurik, who had finished eating,

Following the maid, he hurried towards the pier.

Rurik wore a full coat of sheepskin, and his inner lining was indeed fine soft linen. He was wearing fairly thick clothes, and it didn't interfere with his walking. The north wind outside was like a knife, and he couldn't help looking at the blue sky. The sun had just risen, and the moon was still looming.

Looking at the sea in the east again, Rurik narrowed his big round blue eyes a little, and saw a large number of sailboats rushing towards the port of Roseburg against the sun.

Many of those huge canvases were dyed with blue patterns, and the pattern of the oars arranged in a crisscross pattern fully proved that Otto, the chief of the tribe, led his hundreds of warriors to victory.

The leading warships rushed to the beach with the help of the wind, and then, one after another, the Vikings jumped off the sandy beach.

Otto returned victoriously with a large amount of goods, and soon, the transportation of the goods began, but he just wanted to see his family for the first time.

"Arik, come with me and find your mother and brother."

"Good dad."

A strong man with a sword hanging from his waist, led a child with a sword hanging from his waist, left the noisy crowd, and walked towards an agreed place on the pier.

Since Aric inherited his biological father's sword, he has always regarded it as a treasure. It is a rather heavy weapon, and this time Aric took this sword with him when he went to the Swig people's realm with his uncle.

Arik was still too young, he followed closely behind Otto, who was strong and strong, and nodded lightly, daring not to neglect.

After a while, Otto saw Niya holding the child, his old face full of vicissitudes and full of beards, showing a gratifying smile, as if holding countless gold in his hands.

Soon, Otto kept the "gold" as he always wished, which is his only surviving biological son Rurik.

He is a mad man when he fights, and all the people he leads are called Berserkers.

Otto holds his own sharp sword "Destroyer" and swings it with both hands, which can directly cut the enemy in half.

His combat power is absolutely terrifying, there is no doubt about it, only in front of his wife and children, he rarely shows a cute side.

Otto picked up the young Rurik and kept teasing the child's face with his beard.

"Dad, don't do this, I'm very sad."

"Really? I thought you were going to cry."

"Why are you crying?" Rurik asked in a childish voice.

These words actually stopped Otto.

"Ah! Yes! Why are you crying?" Otto sighed, "Son, you are indeed special, unlike ordinary children, you can cry for a long time with a light pinch or accidental fall. But you, I never heard your cry."

"Hey, because I'm the one blessed by Odin!" Rurik said deliberately with a smile on his face.

"Yeah! So you're different."

Otto pinched his son's face and said in an educational tone, "A good soldier can't cry, let alone be afraid of pain, you must be brave, and only in this way can you become a qualified leader."

"Well, I will. But are the elders really credible? I really..."

"Of course you are." Nia snapped, "Son, this is your mission."

"Yes, at least everyone believes it. You are my son. You must have been a qualified leader. When you grow up, I will teach you how to become a qualified leader."