Rise of Rurik

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In order to move quickly, the people who disembarked did not carry heavy chain mail from start to finish, and only a few of the guards sent by the Marquis were armored.

Although he is not shooting arrows, the swords are cutting each other and the spears are jabbing indiscriminately. Although there are casualties on both sides, it is obvious that the earl's side is hard to resist.

The blue fox's sword was bloodied again, and the count watched the fat man who was harmless two months ago. He seized the opportunity to poke an enemy in the neck. This fat man's unchanging appearance made him fear and again. In awe.

They have been struggling to persevere, and the whole subconsciously moved to the lower reaches of the river to retreat. No one knows when the battle will be headed.

It was at this moment of life and death that there was a dull horn after another in the distance.

"Damn! The enemy still has reinforcements, am I going to die here?" Earl Robert was instantly discouraged when he heard the horn. Te increasingly felt that this was a conspiracy against himself and Saint Eskil.

The sound of the trumpet seemed to be approaching, and soon I heard the neat sound of a group of people playing snare drums.

But seeing the attackers in sackcloth fighting, they felt fear, and they started to retreat when they had just fought like a mad dog.

"A miracle! Lord! A miracle. Did you send an angel to save me?" The count sighed with emotion in a hurry.

Where are the angels, those who blow the trumpet one after another rushed out from the right side of the earl's circular array.

It was a group of men with iron helmets on their heads, dressed in line with the kingdom's army and the blue cloth was brighter. They all use a painted round shield. The shield has a blue base and a white crow coat of arms. There is also a very obvious black cross pattern. This is very different from the triangular mandarin shield commonly used by Frankish warriors. The blue fox felt very kind.

The shield coat of arms has actually marked the identities of these people: the raven and the black cross are the northern warriors after conversion.

Blue Fox intuitively feels that these weird appearances look like Ross or Vikings.

These strange armed men rushed to flee the enemy, they just kept fighting with the dumb-faced Earl Robert. Even so, the earl still asked the soldiers to be absolutely vigilant, because everything was too bizarre, first a sudden attack and then a chaotic battle, and it was almost the last moment that strong reinforcements came just right, all of which were too suspicious.

After a while, an old warrior with a gray beard appeared surrounded by buckler warriors.

This person stepped into the watchful people and slowly took off his helmet.

"It's you!?" Eskil, who had just recovered his mind, was taken aback when he saw this man's aging face.

"Saint, don't come here unharmed! I know you have arrived in Frankfurt, and I am sorry to see you in this way."

"You! Harald Clark, King of Denmark!"

"Just a vassal of Ludwig! I have already inquired about something in Regensburg and Frankfurt, that is, you have spread some news yourself. Look, look at these corpses, you have attracted the attention of those people, and I Saved you."

Suddenly an armored veteran came out and spoke a lame Frankish language, and the blue fox looked at this person and knew it was not a good stubborn.

Is it the old man in the forest or the king of Denmark? When the Danish king is in Denmark, how can a Danish king emerge from the Danube?

Blue Fox remained silent for the time being, no matter what the origin of this person and his subordinates, they had solved the crisis.

The blue fox paid close attention to Eskil's face, and saw the old guy who had just been scared to pee pushing away from the warrior's enclosure and walking towards the white-bearded warrior in person.

"Harald, I didn't expect to see you here. You are saved, it must be the Lord's will."

"Maybe. However, I have been following this group of gangsters for half a year."

"Robber?" The Earl of Hamburg paced up, raised his boots and trampled on a dead body, then lifted the linen cover with his sword, revealing the blood-stained leather armor inside. "This is clearly a soldier."

"Really soldier. Are you...a nobleman?" asked the white beard and armored man.

"It's a nobleman. I'm the Earl of Hamburg."

"It's really strange, if you are so, why are you here."

"I'm curious, you really are Harald Clark? If so, I would have forgotten your face when I saw you many years ago."

Harald Clark, the deposed and expelled chief of Denmark, was the predecessor of the slain chief Hafgen.

He introduced himself in Gnossi immediately, and compared to the awkward Frankish, he still spoke the Gnoss smoothest in his hometown.

"I am no longer a king. Those lords refused to go back. I am Prince Ludwig's subordinate, and I am carrying out the prince's orders. Thank the Lord for letting me meet you. If I come late, you will die."

"It's a gift from the Lord." Eskil hurriedly crossed.

The Earl of Hamburg didn't know what to say. He was pleased and confirmed that the attacker had indeed come prepared.

Having said that, he is a nobleman in the north. Although Eskil is a saint, he has worked in the north all his life. How can he be killed when he is attacked by thieves in the Alemanni area?

The earl still couldn't completely believe what Harald Clark said, because it was a coincidence, and a coincidence like a conspiracy.

The situation finally stabilized, and a large group of soldiers gathered in the forest to rest.

The corpses of as many as forty enemies were gathered, and the deceased were stripped of their coats to show their true faces. Through their brown hair, the blonde warriors of Harald Clark could be sure that the dead were not from the North.

Such a large number of the dead proved that the battle was premeditated. They left behind some bows, picked up some arrows on the ground, and even found a special kind of petals—the dried edelweiss.

After a great battle, the reckless warriors lost many ships and many people died. The Earl of Hamburg said that he did not want to leave again.

At night, the team was looking for a shoal on the Danube River to land and camp overnight. The exhausted soldiers had to gather with Harald Clark’s Norman mercenaries.

As the contact deepened, the earl's alert quickly disappeared.

Look at the soldiers who wear special round shields. Their shields have a black cross heraldry. Each person also has a metal or wood cross pendant on his neck.

This army is actually one of the achievements of Saint Eskil over the past ten years. They were the first Norman fighters to convert. Their existence proves that the priest can influence many barbarians with one mouth.

Harald Clark was not there. When the bonfire was lit, the old guy leaned over to the Earl of Hamburg, waiting for the wheat in the suspended Tao Weng to be cooked, and took the opportunity to inquire about something.

Both armies are loyal to Prince Ludwig, and both want to inquire about new news.

Harald Clark plunged the sword deep into the soft mud and complained of his unlucky past with resentment. He lamented that he had lost his Danish kingship and was betrayed by his nephew Horrick. Now he can only go to the Frankish nobleman as a mercenary.

"I was expelled by those people because of my conversion. I fought for Ludwig. It has been nine years and I still haven't got a fief. I'm old and maybe I'm going to die here..."

Harald Clark talked about the sorrow of an old soldier. He was a real bereavement dog, and his confidant soldiers were not young.

However, these fighters are all veteran fighters cut out over the past ten years. Those who are not skilled are dead. Even if the strength of the guys who live to the present has diminished, their killing skills are exquisite.

The Earl of Hamburg is both in awe and contempt. How can a down-and-out nobleman be respected? But this person is a deposed ex-King of Denmark, and the fact that he survived can be used.

The earl asked deliberately: "You didn't get a reward for paying so much for the prince. Is this appropriate? You can ask for it."

"The prince did not reward."

"maybe…"

"What do you want to say."

"Or, you try to go to the north. Hamburg is just for hiring."

"Are you wooing me?" Harald Clark did hesitate a little, thinking about it or shaking his head: "You forgot about me, I still remember you, Robert. You are just an earl, and at least I must be an earl's. Title. I cannot be your vassal."

"But I need you, especially your army."

As soon as he said this, Harald immediately recognized the big problem. He changed his attitude and suddenly asked: "Who are you watching out for?"

"I... I'll talk about it later. Tell me who the attacker is."

"Alright." Harald sighed regretfully. "It's Lothair's."

"Prince Lotaire?" The earl also became vigilant and warned, "You can't speak arrogantly about this matter."

"It's definitely not a false statement. You... why don't you ask me why I brought the army to help you?"

"Why?"

"We were ordered by Ludwig to annihilate this army disguised as bandits. It has been a year since, and a group of special bandits have rioted in Almanni. They intercepted and killed merchants, attacked villages, and even attacked the priests. "

"Ah!? Are they crazy? They dare to kill the servant of the Lord."

"They have sold their souls to Satan." Harald asserted fiercely.

"Is it still an order from Lotaire?" the count asked again.

"I don't know. But I searched the corpse and found the iris of Lothair's vassal."

"Cape? They are by the sea, and Cape is also an earl. Why are Cape's people looting here."

"It must be Lothair's order! But they are not just Cape's people, they may be the stalkers of multiple nobles. No one wants to do such a dirty work by themselves. If all the nobles are handed out, then no one will say Who. Now the old king has been released..."

The earl of Hamburg and Eskil, who had been horrified at first, heard the words "the old king is released", and they all shuddered.

King Louis has been released, but Lotaire has long taken the power of Aachen, the capital of the country. Lothar was unable to obtain the power of the entire kingdom on his own, and the nobles of the kingdom had also been greatly divided, and each supported the prince they were willing to follow.

Two years ago, Lothair and Ludwig fought in the unowned Alemanni region. Now the Marquis of Frankfurt is completely directed towards Ludwig, causing Prince Lothair to do whatever it takes.

Harald briefly described these things and said bluntly: "The prince dispute has nothing to do with me. For the money, I will kill all the Lothar troops operating in Almanni. I have no territory and can only live on commissions, my brother. We still count on me. As for you...especially you, Saint Eskil."

Poor Eskil looked blank: "Me? What's the matter."

"If you kill you, it will be their victory. The Northern Saint Eskil was killed near Frankfurt. They can say that Ludwig was the murderer and the Marquis of Frankfurt was the direct assassin."

Eskil was shocked and rarely angry: "I am the servant of the Lord, how can I become a tool for the nobility to fight for power? I want to go to Reims to sue! No! I am going to cross the Alps now, I go to Rome to sue the Pope , To dismiss Lotaire's membership."

"But you have no evidence." Harald regretted.

At this moment, the Earl of Hamburg suddenly recovered: "But you also have no evidence to accuse Lotaire."

"Yes, but there are some things that can't be revealed even if they know the truth. They betray their faith for power, and maybe only the Lord will judge them on the final day."

Hearing Harald Clark's description, Eskil was silent.

The Earl of Hamburg almost understood the situation, and estimated that there were fine works in the Frankfurt church, or that the whole city of Frankfurt was full of Lothair's eyeliner.

The assailant did not leave alive. It was not that the Norman fighters in Harald did not want to catch alive, but that the assailant killed him when he saw that he was injured and could not take it away. He determined that he did not want to reveal his identity.

Harald made it clear to everyone that Prince Ludwig was aware of these conditions.

"But there is one more important thing, you...don't know, nor the prince. I'm sure that the prince would be furious if he knew it." The Earl of Hamburg sold it off.

"What is it?" Harald asked.

"Remember Horrick who betrayed you? The man who claimed to be the Earl of Flanders?"

"My nephew. Damn it!"

"That man is terrible now. He returned to Denmark with his army. He is indeed no longer the self-proclaimed earl, but is now the real King of Denmark."

Harald's mind was numb, and he couldn't believe it was true.

"You're kidding. Denmark doesn't doubt the holy believers. They still believe in Odin, and Horrick cannot convince them."

The earl smiled bitterly: "I have conclusive information, and there are many witnesses, especially my frontier viscount has gathered a large number of refugees. They are all believers in the Lord, but poor but were expelled by Horrick. Horrick has betrayed the Lord. In this way he became the King of Denmark. The man also destroyed Hezeby Abbey and asked the prince to recognize him as the King of Denmark. The war in the North has begun."

The amount of information was so great that Harald almost fainted with a buzzing in his head. "This is impossible."

"This is the truth." Eskil interjected with a sullen face: "I must go to Regensburg and enshrine Horrick's handwriting to the prince."

"There are still letters? I...want to take a look."

"Yes. I hope you can understand Latin."

"Damn it, I don't understand Latin."

Harald Clark did not understand Latin documents, and Saint Eskil did not bother to read them himself.

The letter was thrown into the blue fox's hands, and Eskil did not mention his identity for the time being, and first said: "It will be read to you by Joseph... No! Translated into Gnostic for you."

"He? A fat man?"

"It's me." Blue Fox stabbed an enemy to death in the afternoon, and his spirit was still excited. As for Harald Clark, the former King of Denmark, he was reduced to a mercenary, so naturally he would not give him a good face.

Blue Fox is not an excellent translator. He tried his best to accurately translate words and sentences, and finally made Harald understand the fact that Horlick is king.

"This Horrick! Take away my power! I would rather betray my faith for the sake of power. Pity I have to be a mercenary outside." Harald clenched his fists, he was obviously very dissatisfied with the status quo.

The earl took the opportunity to talk: "That's why I need you. I can't give you a lot of wealth, but I can seal you a piece of land. Even if you are a baron, you still have your own territory..."

This seems like a good intention, but it is actually an insult, because Harald did not say anything against Earl Robert as an old friend. Although he had converted, he still admired the violent warrior culture in his heart. His self-esteem did not allow his descendants of Godfrey and Danish chieftain to be reduced to a descended aristocrat who served a poor earl.

Harald quickly changed the subject, and the fat translator Joseph caught his attention and asked: "You are also a Danish, you tell me some of the situation there."

"I'm not a Danish." Blue Fox raised his head and said bluntly with confidence.

"Oslo? Bergen?"

"Ross."

"Ros? It's actually Rose from Svealan?"

The blue fox taunted the downfall of the king in his ignorance of northern affairs, and said: "Ros is Rose! Rose has nothing to do with Sve Alan. That Horrick killed many Ross people in Hazeby, he Initiating a war, the Principality of Ross will take the most severe revenge."

A priest’s teething words seemed like a monster that would eat people. Harald couldn’t believe it was true. "You? Couldn't you be a false priest."

At least Robert, the Earl of Hamburg, saw this fat man kill himself with his own eyes. He was at least an ungodly priest. He must have been a Norman warrior like Harald before his conversion.

Blue Fox shook his head: "I am a priest, and even the messenger of Prince Ross. Horrick is a big threat. The Principality of Ross wants to form an alliance with Frank, especially Prince Ludwig, to defeat Horrick's Denmark together."

"you?"

"I am the messenger!" The blue fox stood up altogether, "I hope to see the prince himself, and hope to conclude a covenant."

"Are you asking me for a referral? How much benefit will you give me?"

Blue Fox shook his head. If it was an introduction, Eskil would help himself. He was surprised that this person was asking for a bribe.

The blue fox cannot be seen as a down-and-out king of Harald. In addition, in the past few months, he must live in a humble status and experience the stigma of being discriminated against. This was impossible before. . His hatred was originally on Horlick in Denmark, but now part of it has been transferred to the various Frankish nobles.

The messenger of the Principality of Rus did not receive the respect and hospitality he deserved, and it was unreasonable that a downright king was also asking for bribes.

Harald yelled with contempt: "Since we don't give us money, then forget it. I know you Ross, a tiny tribe, only sells some leather. You can gather at most a thousand people."

"You just believe what you know!" Blue Fox put down these words and shut up.

The Earl of Hamburg believed it to be true, "If the Ross people are like this, then the prince must be disdainful of the approach. A thousand people seem to be a lot, and it is still much weaker than the prince."

Eskil gave a fair statement: "The Ross people can gather three thousand people."

However, this explanation was selectively ignored by the Earl and Harald, and their unprovoked arrogance attracted the Blue Fox's anger.

Blue Fox chose to shut up, as if by default. It is true that facts speak louder than words, and a strong-mouthed king is inferior to the offensive of a large fleet. He secretly cursed in his heart: "When the Ross navy comes to the city, you will all die."

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