Rise of Rurik

Until now, every metal tool of the Ross tribe is precious, and the tribe has not splurged enough to use iron tools at will.

Wealthy warriors would go to blacksmiths to order chain mail made of brushed iron. Although wire drawing is not too troublesome work, twisting small iron bars into rings with pliers and then weaving them together is very tedious work, and the blacksmith charges a lot of money.

In the Ruth tribe, only a few people actually have their own chain mail.

Most people participate in combat, and generally wear leather armor on key parts of the body for protection.

Pine resin, a viscous slurry with a characteristic smell, which priests sometimes burn to add to the mystery of the ritual with incense.

More often, the substance is used either as a fuel for torches or as a leather hardener.

The cowhide purchased from the southern tribes is processed by brushing with turpentine, which penetrates into the cowhide and is completely dried and hardened, and the entire cowhide becomes quite hard.

Such leather armor can withstand most of the slashes from iron swords, and is almost completely immune to rare arrows on the battlefield!

The only thing it can't withstand is the heavy slashing of the battle axe. Similarly, the expensive chainmail may not be damaged in the face of the battle axe's crit, and its owner is afraid that it has been smashed to the core. All broken.

If the owner of the leather armor is not at ease, then wear double-layer leather armor, or even put a layer of leather armor on the stomach. This assembly can effectively resist the sharp edge of the iron sword, and also has a certain resistance to the stab of the sword.

Wrought iron iron sword, even after quenching, its strength is still unsatisfactory.

The sharpening skills of tribal blacksmiths are actually quite high. Due to the material defects of iron swords, for example, Kravason polishes ordinary iron swords. He himself thinks that the sharpening is almost the same. But the zigzag shape is also in a state of tiny curling edges in many places.

Because of the way the tribe fought, each warrior always had a round shield tied to his left hand, and often so did their enemies. In the battle of two people, a sharp sword is not easy to find the opportunity to stab and kill with one blow. On the contrary, slashing to create damage is an easier method to succeed.

The worst and what the warriors need to avoid the most is the collision of two iron swords.

However, blocking with the sword in battle is a compulsory course for every warrior. Two not-so-hard blades collided with each other, and after a battle, the victor also had to deal with the terrible problem of bending, breaking and curling of his iron sword.

After a fierce battle, if the warrior does not have another weapon, before he cannot cultivate goodness, he can only continue to fight with a sword that can be called a broken iron rod.

That's why Rurik ordered a special steel sword to cut through six layers of cowhide in one fell swoop, which shocked the Kravassen and his son.

It was Kravason who did it himself, and without much effort, the six-layer cowhide was cut into a very flat cross-section, and it gleamed in the reflection of the flames of the stove.

Kawi brought over an iron sword that reflected off-white light, and looking at its length, Rurik felt that it was at least two-thirds stika.

His estimate was quite accurate.

"Rurik, look at this sword, it's white and bright." Clavasson introduced at the right time, "This is my proud work, and the iron swords I make are probably like this, and many people in the tribe use them. It's my sword. Now, your sword, it's my latest creation."

"Really? I want to see chop, I want to make sure that I can cut off an ordinary iron sword!" Rurik urged.

"Okay, next..." Clavason handed the sword to his son,

In particular, he instructed: "This is a short sword, remember to use the maximum force to chop. Don't worry, I guess the iron sword will be cut off." Finally, he patted his son's strong shoulder.

Kawhi, the son of a blacksmith, he just looks a little thin.

As everyone knows, when the man took off his thick leather coat and appeared in a linen shirt, the muscular texture of his arms was really enviable for Rurik.

This is not surprising at all. Any master paddler in the tribe, any blacksmith, their arms and bodies will always look a little out of tune, just because they need the muscles of their arms too much in their lives.

Kawi can swing a large forest axe, and in less than ten swings, a large tree can be cut down.

Now he wields a short sword, and although it feels awkward in the hand, there is no problem with making a heavy slash.

Two small whetstones lifted the iron sword, leaving a hollowed-out slashing position below.

"Ready to start! I wish I could."

Kawi twisted his neck hard, and he only held the dagger in his right hand, like a normal warrior. Under the watchful eyes of Rurik and Clavasson, he mobilized the strength of his whole body and slashed down.

Everything came so fast, only a snap, without any slack, the iron sword was really cut into two sections.

What followed was the metal crash of the broken iron sword falling to the ground.

"Ah! I succeeded!"

Kawhi was still stunned, Clavathon had already roared excitedly, raised his hands again, took advantage of the situation to lift Rurik up and turned around, and then put it on the ground.

"Blacksmith, you are so excited." Rurik said he was complaining, not to mention how happy he was in his heart.

Kawei, who was holding a dagger in his hand, suddenly felt a strong possessiveness in his heart. The short sword is amazing. If it were longer, wouldn't it be comparable to the leader's divine sword?

Times have really changed! Once upon a time, only the "Destroyer" of the leader of the entire tribe could really easily cut off the iron sword, and the blade was not damaged at all.

The short sword in his hand has done the same thing. Although it has no beautiful patterns, its overall bright white and the extreme bright white at the blade are not another kind of extreme beauty?

Just as Kawhi's heart was pounding and he fell into inextricable self-intoxication, Kravason roared his soul back with an excited roar.

"Stupid boy, don't be in a daze! Let's see if the blade is damaged."

"Oh! I'll take a look." Starter

The sword belonged to the boy Rurik, and when Kawhi regained his sanity, he knew it belonged to someone else. But he did not lose at all. In ten days, he and his father personally completed all the transformation from iron ore to divine sword. With the first success, it is not difficult to reproduce successfully.

Kawhi had better eyes than Kravason, and he stared wide-eyed and held the sword to the charcoal fire, for the help of the firelight to show him the least damage.

Is there really damage?

Kawei's eyes are not at the level of a microscope at all. He can't see any damage. He boldly touches gently with his fingers. The sharp feeling is full of danger. It seems that with a little force, his fingers have to be cut. Gotta spit blood!

"Ah! Dad, it's really not damaged, this sword is really divine!"

At this point, Rurik had obtained the sword he wanted.

Clavasson tried to hold back the joy of his success, and he turned sharply, placing his hands on Rurik's immature shoulders. His eyes were full of a strong sense of urgency, and his beard was shaking weirdly.

"Rurik, your sword is finished. Now...now you must follow the agreement and tell me the whole reason for this. I...I even."

"You..." Rurik was a little stunned for a moment.

"Thank you, you have shown me a miracle. I don't even want you a silver coin, I just ask you to tell me the principle of everything, I want to know the wisdom of Odin."

"Okay, I...I just want you to take your hands off now."

As soon as Rurik's voice fell, Klavasen decisively let go of his hand.

"Okay, I will tell you the principle. You can even produce iron swords by yourself in the future. I am someone who counts, and I should give you a lot of silver coins. But..."

"How's it going?" Clavason demanded.

"I've taught you the technique of making a good sword, and I'll tell you how it works. You got the technique from me, so do you have to pay some money too?"

"Of course, I will." Clavasson replied very succinctly, but Rurik's next words made the old guy a little difficult.

"Maybe you will think that paying a sum of money can buy all the technology from me, even if you have successfully completed it once, even if you don't pay, you can still continue to make good swords. Now I want to make one condition, I will Tell you all the principles, as a price, you will give me a certain reward for every good sword you make in the future."

"Huh?!" Clavason thought he heard an incredible request.

"You didn't hear clearly? Well, let me explain..."

It may be difficult for an ancient person to understand that knowledge needs to be paid for. In this era, scientific inventions often come from craftsmen, and the purpose of invention is to make production faster. The work of inventors does promote social progress, but often inventors do not get much benefit from their inventions.

Only those inventors who are favored by the monarch can be rewarded, and the rest of the inventors, their creations are often used and promoted by imitators.

It took Rurik a few words to make the Kravasen father and son understand their request.

Seeing the hesitant color of the two, Rurik had an idea: "I won't charge you too much money, you don't have to worry. For this sword, I paid at least twenty silver coins, and you also spent ten days. In fact, in my opinion, if you build a good sword two-thirds the length of a stika, it can be priced at fifty silver coins.

Trust me, a sharp-edged, beautiful sword that any warrior would long for. As you become more skilled, it takes less than ten days to forge a sword.

I charge a tenth of your money, and if a sword is sold for fifty silver pieces, I will charge five silver pieces.

What do you think? "

When Rurik said this, Kravason and Kavey were really moved.

They understand the thoughts of the warriors. Before, everyone who went to their shop to buy swords and repair swords was full of praise for the leader's sword.

It can be seen that their desire for the divine sword does not need words to describe.

Kravason thought about it again and stomped his foot hard: "Okay, Rurik, I'll listen to you."

"Very well, we have to sign a written agreement for this."

"Huh? Is it still engraved on the wood?"

"Of course you need it. Just like you engraved the order of the tribe on the wooden board to facilitate your memory, so do I. We have to sign a contract and engrave it on the wooden board to remind you that I will always remember it."

This child will be the future leader, not just because of an oracle, but because of his deeds.

Without further thought, Clavasson ordered his son to fetch another oak plank.

"No! It's two oak boards. We agreed to have two copies, one for you and one for me. This is our contract."

"Okay! Kavey, take two, two without any engraving." Kravason further instructed.

The rune alphabet is only used by a few people. After all, it is a type of writing. Iron smelting and forging are very demanding jobs, and blacksmiths must learn the writing of their own ethnic group. Words are really good. With it, the customer's requirements can be chiseled or marked with a knife blade, so that the blacksmith can always know the order of his work plan, so as not to delay any customer.

Holding a small carving knife in his hand, Rurik improvised the content of the agreement while paying attention to the chiseled words of Kravasen, confirming that the words were clear.

Since Rurik asked for few terms, it didn't take much time, and Kravasen completed it.

This contract is the second written commercial cooperation contract of the Ross tribe, and it is also the most important contract for blacksmiths.

For the sake of the contract, Rurik temporarily gave the newly completed steel sword a name, "stelsvard", which means "hard sword".

There are only two terms of the contract:

First: Rurik himself owns 10% of the profit of each hard sword made, and the sales of each one must be reported to Rurik.

Second: This contract restricts all iron products processed by hard swords, and 10% of the profits must be paid to Rurik. Traditionally processed iron products and all bronzes are not covered by the contract.

In addition to this, there are some swear words such as "the contract is mutually just, under the double supervision of Odin and Thor, and those who embezzle wealth will be punished by the gods".

Would it be useful to add such words? Rurik believes that it is useful, even if people's hearts will change, because everyone in this time and space is generally superstitious, and believes that there is a great existence in this world to supervise various affairs of the human world.

Kravason had carved two wooden boards, and Rurik also questioned that he took a chisel and a small hammer and carved his name on the two boards.

"Ah? Do you still want to engrave my name?" Clavason asked curiously, "I already have the plank in my hand."

"We have to engrave the name, which means we are personally acknowledging that it is valid."

"Do you think I'll have a problem with my character as I live for a while?" Clavasson asked softly in displeasure.

"No. This is a necessary ceremony, a testament to our contractual spirit, and we need such a meaningful ceremony."

Clavasson thought for a while, and the boy Rurik had a point.

Thinking about it carefully, this contract is obviously beneficial to me!

Think about it, in the past, making an iron sword often only required three silver coins, making a hard sword called "stelsvard", the result is completely different. Fifty silver coins for a hard sword, after deducting the money dedicated to Rurik, as well as the cost of charcoal and whetstone paid for by myself, how can my family earn forty silver coins.

Even if you build three swords in a month, it is still a huge income of at least 120 silver coins! In the past, my family couldn't earn so much in a year.

Rurik's mind is full of the process of signing a modern agreement contract, although in this time and space he is limited by the problem of signing materials and has to simplify the content.

After the contract was signed, he reckoned that Kravassen would not be stupid enough to tear up the agreement for no reason. Often those who tear up the agreement do so because they have discovered a greater opportunity to gain benefits.

Rurik really couldn't think of how, apart from learning the technique of making hundred steel from here, he, Kravasen and even Kawei, would find a more efficient and safe way to make money.

At present, they only know about the technology, and they don’t know the principle at all.

Rurik took the plank and sighed in comfort.

Clavasson didn't feel the moment to relax at all. At this moment, the old guy's eyes were burning, facing Rurik and asked sincerely: "Dear Rurik, now, can you tell me the principle of everything?"

"Now, will it be a little late?"

"It's not too late! It's not too late!" Clavason told his son again: "Go to your mother, and cut some meat, and get some slices of bread. Come on!"

Seeing Kaweh running away, he faced Rurik again: "I'll prepare some food for you, you can eat it slowly. You must tell me the principle."

"Okay, I was going to tell you. When Kawi comes back, the three of us are sitting here, and I will tell you the truth about our human world that you absolutely can't believe. Hopefully, you will. I feel from the bottom of my heart that Odin and Thor's great wisdom."