Because of the "Classic Nordic Forest Axe" made by the Vikings, the end of its axe blade is deliberately extended to form a sharp spike, and the whole is also shaped like a hook.

Yes, the axe is designed to hang on the belt more stably, so that the oarsman's axe will not fall out easily on the turbulent sea.

Otto quickly saw these so-called valuable seizures, but the results were of course not satisfactory.

"It's really bad, I thought I could find some gold, but it was just some waste made of bones and stones."

"Boss, at least we got five bows!" An archer can't wait to introduce the value of bows to the leader now.

Because although these bows are only made of ordinary oak, there are no real bow-making experts in Roseburg. Only the people who have bows have heard about some bow maintenance techniques. Some deer breeders who can't be captured will make them. Man with bow.

Otto didn't listen much, he ordered: Since the bow is very important, keep it all. As for the other bones and stones, throw them away. But these two axes?!

He squatted down and inspected the captured long-handled axe for himself, and he saw a few signs in Luen letters.

These letters are transcribed in Roman letters, which is "".

"Haraford, who is this? It should not be our blacksmith. No, is there anything going on here?!"

Otto suddenly had an idea, he yelled in the crowd: "Who is called Haraford, or someone is called Harafordson."

Because of the tribal tradition, there is no clear surname in the tribe. Some heads of the family are too lazy to give their sons a clear name, so they directly add a suffix to their own name and give them to their sons, meaning "son of XX".

Otto yelled again several times, but he didn't give much hope, because everything was just a possibility, and as a result, a young man approached Otto in strides.

The young man said proudly: "Boss, I know Harafordson."

"It's you! I know you. You are the son of the blacksmith Clavason, Kawi."

"Yes, it's me, the great leader, thank you for remembering my name."

"Haha, of course, my child." Ottohaha laughed and held his blood-stained sword: "The hilt of my sword was decorated by your father. Of course I know you. I can't think of you. Not only did he grow up, but he didn't continue to learn iron making in your father's forge this winter. Instead, he became a brave hunter."

"Hmm..." the young man explained shyly: "Because my father needs a new hand blower, he needs at least one deerskin. He didn't want to buy it himself, so he ordered me to bring back at least one. skin."

"Ah! That's how it is. Do you recognize our words? Do you know who Harafordson is?"

"Of course I know." The young man explained proudly: "My name is Kawei, my father is Caravason, my grandfather is Carava, and my grandfather's father is Harafordson."

"Is this true?!" Otto was taken aback, almost instantly he thought of another possibility, "In other words, your grandfather's grandfather is called Haraford? I remember your family has always been a professional member of the tribe. Iron. Many of our axes come from yours. So..."

Otto picked up the axe of the trophy and handed it to the young Kawei.

"Look, this might come from your grandpa's grandpa."

Kawei looked at the inscription on the axe himself, and he couldn't make a judgment. Because as a future professional blacksmith, he is also very willing to engrave his name on the axe in accordance with his own tradition. Because the iron axe is an important production tool for people, the ore is smelted into an axe, and each axe can make a small profit, so engraving the name of the producer has the meaning of a trademark and advertising.

In fact, the concept of Western trademarks was first developed by a group of blacksmiths and beer hall owners in Europe.

Otto didn't expect the young man to answer immediately. He shook his head: "Anyway, there must be something weird. Because I learned from the sacrifice to Veria that we had contact with many deer breeders before entering our Roseburg. Maybe. , These axes were exchanged with us for deerskin and bear skins at that time."

Thinking of this, Otto felt that the possibilities became very great.

He turned around and checked the prisoners again, and he saw an elderly man, but it was a pity that the old woman was dying.

This person was hit by a collapsed wooden pole. After all, the old man's bones were fragile. Although he could not see any special changes in a fur coat, he actually had many broken ribs and injured his lungs.

If the medical technology after a thousand years can completely save the old man's life, now she can only wait slowly for death.

Otto thought of many people. He wanted to know something before the old woman died.

First, he wiped the blade clean and inserted it back into the scabbard, then squatted in front of the old woman who might die at any time, taking the captured axe with his left hand.

"Tell me, why do you have such axe?"

Otto was asking questions in Gnostic language. He was worried that these guys didn't understand his own words at all.

As a result, my question was answered by the old woman.

The old man faintly responded in a stammering Norse: "I...I know who you are. Rose...Ross~www.mtlnovel.com~ You actually understand our language, soon. Your axe... "

"You are... you are hateful wolves." The old woman didn't answer Otto's words at all. She was dying of Otto's savagery with words.

But before she died, she still revealed a lot of meaningful information through Gnostic abuse.

"You robbed our home, killed our people, and robbed our deer. We fled far away thinking it was safe."

"For so many years, you still attacked us, killed our people, and robbed our deer."

"I have been escaping from you all my life, but I did not expect to be killed by you."

"Damn Ruths, don't be happy about it. You robbed our homes and killed our people. After all... your homes will be destroyed, and your people will die... this is... this is The result of you beasts."

The old woman just took one last breath and said something that Otto sounds particularly ear-piercing.

She cursed before she died, so-called Roseburg will be sometime in the future.

Otto felt very uncomfortable. He basically believed that this dead old man was probably the leader of these deer-raisers, and that this person had a connection with the Ross tribe.

Otto didn't know the details of what happened decades ago. After all, the tribe attacked the fjord where the deer-keepers lived, and many deer-keepers left their property and fled.

Maybe at that time, the dead woman was still a child, so the other captives were all descendants of this person.

Otto not only looked up, but saw the dazzling northern lights in the sky through the gaps in the forest.

A sense of desolation spontaneously arises, as if what the old woman said before she died, was also spoken to the cruising Valkyrie.