His son showed his talent to become a leader at a young age, and Otto saw all this in his eyes.

Calculating the days, but also considering that the craftsmen have finished repairing all the ships, and the day of departure will be tomorrow.

It was another clear night, and there was a hint of coolness outside the wooden house. Although the sky is full of bright moon, no one intends to pay attention to this beautiful night.

Among the small families of the Ross tribe, the people selected by Otto are making the final preparations for the voyage after dawn.

Otto, who is the leader of the tribe, is even more so. He is in a high position and has more preparations to do.

It is night, and he intends to tell his family about his plan.

"Ah! I brought some more amber this time. Maybe my grandfather made a lot of sense at the time. Using a little peaceful means, they will provide more treasure."

Niya, who was carrying his gift, said kindly: "What if we prepare more? In the mountains to the west, we can dig more amber. Besides, doing business peacefully is better than looting. ."

Otto shook his head: "You are a woman, you are always kind. But..."

What else Otto wanted to say, and then look at his son Rurik, he suddenly mumbled: "Peaceful trade, why do we want to trade peacefully with them. They are weak, they hoard wealth, we can get it at will. Give it to them. A little bit of amber as reward is already very kind. Are you right? Rurik?"

"Me? Then it's better to just get a boat and get it directly."

Otto clearly saw his son's perfunctory intentions, smiled and shook his head: "Originally, if it weren't for your opinion, I didn't even want to give them an amber. Since using amber as a reward can get more treasures, there is no harm in using some ."

"But, isn't amber also very precious to us?" Rurik asked with his eyes wide open.

"No! It is not cherished here, but it is very scarce in them. They can exchange amber and people from the south for a lot of treasures, and they better do this. As long as they do, we can go this time and get it. To the wealth of the people in the South that they have hoarded."

Originally, Rurik had always thought that his biological father was a typical rough man. He never thought that this simple Nordic man could still think of very complicated things in his mind.

As if the Svig people of Novgorod were helping the Rus tribe to keep their money.

Lurik didn't want to say anything more.

Otto thought about it again, and continued to ask: "Rurik, I already know about you leading your brothers to play on the mound west. I can see you are training them."

As soon as he heard this, Rurik felt as though his body had been electrified.

"Yes, Dad! As you taught before, if I can become the leader, I must have some loyal friends by my side. I think I should train them now."

"Really? You did a good job." Otto lifted his head slightly and looked at the crude wooden beams and the hanging fish oil lamps. "You remind me a lot of things, and I was like this once. That Kazov, his father was my playmate in the past. It seems that you are inheriting my career step by step."

"Maybe it's more than that." Rurik chuckled.

"My brother is doing very strange things." Arik, who pretends to be almost prepared, said: "I have watched them. It is not so much a game as a preparation for the future fight. They...they are training."

"Yes! I know too! Arik, you can't help your brother much in this aspect of horror." Otto widened his eyes and questioned his son very seriously: "Rurik, talk about your thoughts. Your true thoughts. "

"I..." Rurik suddenly became nervous. After he sat cross-legged quickly, he said obediently: "I am indeed training them. There are only ten people for the time being, and there will be a hundred people in the future. I want to make all the tribes about the same age as me. My children are organized, and I personally train them. So ten years later, I have a hundred highly organized subordinates. If I can be the leader, these people will become my important assistants in the future."

"Hey, you think long-term."

Otto suppressed his surprise in his heart. On the surface, he gently stroked his son's small forehead with the big callused hand that had been holding the sword for a long time, and took the opportunity to grab the golden pony tail.

"You are a wise person, I know you trained those ten children very obediently. So can you train a hundred children well?"

"I can!"

"Very good, then do it. It's best when we return with a full load, I can see the results of your training."

"I see, Dad. You set off tomorrow, and I will start tomorrow too."

Otto slept very calmly this night.

serves as the leader of the tribe. According to the ancient tradition, only those who are widely supported by everyone can take it. After all, the Ross tribe is still in the tribal stage. Although the concept of hereditary system has emerged, it has not been widely recognized by people.

The leader of the tribe is naturally held by the strong, and those who can hold the position must be supported by the tribal elite and priests and elders. It is also an important capital to be able to provide welfare to all the people.

Of course, many Viking tribes use similar methods to choose their leader. The leader needs to be appealing. Of course, in most cases, the leader also needs to be a strong man in the fight.

Of course Lurik knew this, and even he got his first fans through a "child fight".

is different from other people. He clearly realizes that any fight should not be an individual fight alone. If the tribe wants to go long-term, many things must be changed.

The tribe can live in the north of the Mind-Human, and can maintain a state of being close to them for a long time, because the tribe has as many as two thousand people who can fight.

As far as the battle is concerned, Liu Li, namely Rurik, is very clear about the famous words of Napoleon on that plane.

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Personal power is limited. If the power is concentrated, one hundred of the warriors of the Ross tribe maintain a stable formation on the battlefield at all times, and can destroy the soldiers on foot several times their own!

The next morning, the golden sunlight shone on the entire Roseburg, and the fjord fell into a cloud of beautiful dreamy gold.

With the dark green mountains and numerous black bare basalts on the seashore, Rurik, who followed his birth mother and watched his father's voyage, only felt that he was bathed in holiness.

Just like the background scenes of those Norse myths that he understood, under the shining sun of today, the fjord of Roseburg resembles a sanctuary.

Under the golden light, a large number of sailboats were spread on the sea.

The warriors who travelled basically carried the fresh food and fresh water from the journey on the ship, and then they finally boarded the ship, fully armed.

A stalwart figure let out an astonishing roar, and he raised his sword to command everyone, and then a horn came from nowhere.

The ropes that bound the ships were untied one after another, and the ships entered the vast sea.

Rurik knew that the sword-bearer was his father Otto. The Sorgon sailing this autumn was accompanied by the melodious and exhilarating horns, the continuous roar of people on board, and the violent noise of the huge oars beating neatly. In the beginning.

Rurik, holding his mother's hand, watched them gradually leave the fjord.

They left, the life of the tribe will continue, and people return to their lives with hope.

"Child, your father and brother have left, are you going to do those things now?" Niya asked.

"Yes! I promised my father, I will now let my men to organize children in the clan and my age."

"Go ahead. Let me see how capable you are."