Rise Of Rurik - Chapter 11
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Chapter 11

Only two years old, Rurik has basically learned the tribal language.

It is very interesting to distinguish it carefully. Most of their vocabulary is compared with English more than a thousand years later. Quite a lot of vocabulary is indeed very similar, so it is not difficult to learn.

Liu Li knew that his mother was Niya, his father was Otto, and his cousin was named Arik. I actually have a large number of relatives. They are the core members of the tribe, and even most people in the tribe are related to each other.

The tribes all call themselves "Ballhands" or "Ross" externally, but internally they only match their names, but some special people have nicknames.

However, they do not have any surnames.

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

"The elders also claimed that I was the one blessed by Odin and that I would lead the tribe to prosperity. Well, the tribe will indeed prosper when the tribe goes to the hinterland of Eastern Europe. At least you should not stay in the cold fjord and eat fish every day. ."

My biological father Otto led hundreds of people to Novgorod to ask for tribute to the locals. My biological mother kept counting her days, fearing that she would be back in the next few days.

Once accepted such an identity, looking at his biological mother Niya, who is increasingly looking forward to the future, Liu Li really wants to see his returning father Otto and his cousin Arik sooner.

This autumn Sorgon sailing, Otto took Arik, who was only twelve years old, just to show him to the world.

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

It was another calm autumn. It was late at dawn, the north wind whizzed across the fjord, and the world was in silence.

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

In the early morning, an oil lamp was lit in the wooden house, and Niya prepared a bit of raw pork that was submerged and pickled and a small piece of rusks for his son.

"Liurik, eat slowly, and I will go outside to see what's going on."

"Good mom!"

Compared to the marinated shark meat, the concentrated seawater marinated pork is more delicious, even if it is raw.

Lurik had no choice. In two years, he knew many things, such as pork is precious, bread is precious, and even the brine for pickling pork is precious.

Even if they face the sea all day, the people of the Ross tribe can only boil the sea water to make cyan-colored coarse salt. This process requires a lot of firewood.

However, the tribes often eat fish. Marine fish have a salty taste, and they do not lack salt.

They have been trading with people in the South. No one knows how the people in the South get pure white salt without a strange smell. After all, they have it.

Lurik slowly eats bread and bites pork. It is crazy for a two-year-old kid to do these things. He is completely accustomed to these, and now he has to lament how strong a person is.

In other words, I have to feel that people in the Middle Ages were actually struggling to survive in an extremely difficult environment.

After a while, Niya hurried into the wooden house with a look of excitement: "Rurik, your father is back. Everyone has gone to the pier, so let's go! Let's see how many babies your father brings."

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

"Yes! You have everything you want. You are almost done eating, we will leave immediately."

Lurik eats fast with baby teeth. It seems that this is not the so-called food for children at all. As a result, he did not get sick from eating such things for a long time.

I'm afraid it's all because of this Nordic male's body, which is strong from the bone, and will be stronger in the future, and even has a thick beard on his face.

Niya picked up Rurik who had finished eating, and walked quickly towards the pier, followed by the maid.

Lurik is wearing a full sheepskin coat, and his lining is indeed fine soft linen. He is wearing quite thick clothes, and it doesn't affect his walking. The north wind outdoors 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 eastern sea again, Rurik narrowed his big round blue eyes a little, and saw a large number of sailing boats heading for the port of Roseburg against the sun.

Many of those huge canvases are dyed with blue patterns. The pattern of the oars arranged in a cross proves that Otto, the leader of the tribe, brought his hundreds of warriors to triumph.

Dragon-head warships washed up the beach with the help of the wind, and then, a strong Viking man jumped off the sandy beach.

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

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

"Good dad."

A brawny man with a saber hanging on his waist, leading a child with a saber hanging on his waist, left the noisy crowd and walked towards an agreed place on the pier.

Arik has always regarded it as a treasure since he inherited the saber from his biological father. It is a rather heavy weapon. This time Arik took this sword with his uncle to the Sweig's domain.

Arik was still too young, he followed closely behind Otto, who was struggling and strong, and he dared not neglect his head lightly.

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

Soon, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Otto kept the "gold" as usual, which is his only surviving son, Rylik.

He was crazy when he was fighting, and everyone he led was called a berserker.

Otto holds his own sharp sword "Destroyer", swinging it with both hands, he can directly cut off the enemy.

His combat power is absolutely frightening, there is no doubt that, only in front of his wife and children, he is rare to show his cute side.

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

"Dad, don't do this, I feel bad."

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

"Why are you crying?" Rurik asked in an immature voice.

These words actually stopped Otto.

"Ah! Yeah! Why are you crying?" Otto sighed long. "Child, you are indeed special, not like a normal child. You can cry for a long time with a light pinch or accidental fall." But you, I have never heard your cry."

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

"Yeah! So you are different."

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

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

"Of course you are." Niya snapped up, "Child, 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 educate you on how to become a qualified leader."