Rise of Rurik

In the early morning, the sea was covered with a thick fog of salt, and people were afraid of it.

"Otto, maybe it's not suitable to sail now, wait until the fog clears..."

"No!" Otto rejected his brother's suggestion. "Are you afraid of the fog besides the Goths?"

Facing his brother's doubts, Ogier immediately denied it: "I'm not afraid of those threats and fog. I'm very worried about those things under the sea."

"The sea worm? Are you worried it will destroy our fleet?"

"It does exist and we have to remain vigilant."

Looking at his brother's nervous eyes, Otto's mind couldn't help tightening.

Brother is right.

This vast sea is rich and dangerous, and the huge warships are likely to be destroyed by the attack of monsters.

In addition to monsters, it is necessary for the fleet to be alert to those island fishermen. Because today, the fleet is about to pass through Gotland!

Do you continue to spend here? no!

Because Otto knew that the beach where they were now might be discovered by other tribes.

It was another group of people, speaking another language, weak in combat, but they were numerous!

Otto thought for a while and made a firm decision: "Even if there is fog, we must go! Be careful, we will be attacked by people on the shore."

In fact, what Otto, the chief of the Rus tribe, was worried about was the Baltic people. Today, these inhabitants of the eastern Baltic Sea are like a scattered group of tribes.

Raid them for more wealth?

Do not! Otto didn't want to do it, just because the Baltic tribes were too poor. What's more, now, his biggest task is to transport all his wealth home.

Because, there are not only their own clansmen, but also their own wives who are about to give birth.

But brother Ogier mentioned the fear in the team, which needs to be reversed.

Otto put on his steel helmet and held high the "Destroyer", a long sword with a ruby ​​inlaid on the hilt, and gathered all his subordinates around him.

"Brothers! Are you afraid of the fog? Or are you afraid of the monsters under the sea? Don't be afraid, I will lead you as always, and we will leave here quietly without attracting anyone's attention."

Otto's long sword "Destroyer", which is the relic of his grandfather and the symbol of the tribal leader.

"Don't have any worries, we are invincible! If we meet any enemy, we just have to fight! Brothers! If you suddenly see yourself sitting in a carriage, and see the white-robed fairy driving the horse. Don't worry! Because you're dead! You're going to Valhalla to fight alongside the gods!"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a burst of cheers from the crowd. Even Otto's younger brother Ogier, his worries have weakened a lot.

People revere the sword, and they revere their leader.

Seeing that the tension in everyone's heart eased a lot, Otto didn't say any more. He continued to wave his long sword: "Brothers, follow me home. Now, let's go back to the boat and get out of here!"

The men pushed the stranded warships back to the sea, they stowed their sails and began to paddle hard towards the north.

At least, it should be north there...

Otto stood on the bow in his armor as always. He was not afraid of the fog at all, but he never thought that the fog would bring about a special result-they yawed.

Otto couldn't accurately judge his position and course in the sea fog, but he was a good sailing expert. According to his own judgment, the fleet was indeed heading north.

But the fleet had made a major yaw, and they were getting closer to the west. When the fog completely cleared, people with good eyesight on the boat actually saw the distant islands.

"Boss, what's going on? What's the island in front of us?!" One of Otto's subordinates reported nervously.

At this moment, Otto's face was iron.

fighting? Fighting is of course possible, it is a way of life for all tribes in this bay, as necessary as eating and sleeping.

And Ogier has realized everything, and he nervously approached his brother: "Brother, that is the island of the Goths. Shouldn't we go all the way north? We ended up going all the way west."

"We have to turn now. We have to avoid fighting them."

The leading warship with low draft and fast speed changed course quickly. This time, they finally found the true north.

Otto ordered again: "Brothers, stay alert and beware of attackers."

With the order, ten warships gathered together, and those ships with the most treasures were placed in the middle, and Otto's ship, as the flagship, was at the head of the line at this moment.

They kept sailing like this, paddling until night fell.

The fleet finally found a small uninhabited island, similar in appearance and uninhabited like many islands in the bay, with only bare reefs.

The boats were fastened with ropes, and then the deserted island was lit up with sparks.

After a day of paddling, even the strongest warriors showed signs of fatigue. Even if they were tired, no one went to smuggle the transported goods, even though there was precious honey in them.

"Today we almost encountered those people, but luckily we discovered the yaw in time." Otto, who was still on the reef, told his younger brother what he thought, "It's not the right time for the fog to come, but starting tomorrow, our Sailing will be smooth."

"Yeah! Almost had an encounter with the Goths. I...I didn't want to fight them."

"If they did, they probably wouldn't attack us! After all, we're a lot of people. Sleep in peace, my brother."

Otto finally patted his brother's helmet and fell asleep to himself.

This night, everyone rested very at ease, because everyone believed that the road ahead would be safe.

Even after sailing for two days at most, everyone can return to the tribe, where are the father, brother and wife who are looking forward to it, and all the clansmen who are looking forward to the return of victory.

But is the road ahead really going well?

There was no shortage of people with excellent eyesight in this age, and Otto and his warriors exposed themselves by lighting many bonfires on the deserted island.

Although the Goths left the island in large numbers hundreds of years ago, the people of the bay can hardly imagine how they developed in the mysterious south.

But it is true that a large number of Gulf people have gone south, and a lot of wonderful news has reached the Gulf, and even the most remote northern snow and ice.

In fact, Otto's ancestors pursued this wonderful legend, but instead of exploring the unknown world like others, they went straight to the east, and finally found another group of people living in the endless gentle land. people.

It was a group of wealthy but weak fighting groups. Now, they have surrendered to the Ross tribe.

The fishermen of Gotland discovered the little bonfires on the island in the night, and this important information was immediately transmitted back to the island.

Who are those who light the bonfire? an ally? Or the enemy?

The islanders almost came to the conclusion that it was the enemy! Is a thinking Asian.

The Thinkians, that is, hundreds of years later, formed the most powerful branch of the many tribes of the Swedes.