Chapter 600: This is a rewarded peace talk
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The enemy did not leave, and the Russian soldiers who stayed on the original line did not dare to really relax their guard.
As more and more Balmerk friendly troops crossed the river, the army became more vigorous.
In this regard, the king of Northumbria, Einred, who brought the bishop personally wanted to make peace with him, could clearly see all this with his naked eyes.
The horseshoe stepped on the blood-stained summer grass, and the dead or squirming corpse on the ground made him shocked. If it weren't for his own strength, he would have vomited out.
At least the bishop of York himself clenched the silver cross on his chest. He suddenly retched many times, and the little priest accompanying him could only snuggle around the large wooden cross, reciting the scriptures in his mouth to forcibly cheer himself up.
"They will never behead the messenger. If they find that the king himself is here, they should maintain the basic courtesy." Thinking of this, the bishop of York looked at the king himself.
Ernred at least seemed to maintain a great calmness, but I hope this is indeed the case.
If the king dies, Northumbria's throne must be cheaper than Osbot in the north. However, the army led by that man can resist the army of barbarians?
The more corpses went forward, the more corpses fell, and Ernred's mood became more and more complicated.
The corpse of a war horse appeared in front, and the dense rain of arrows on the ground looked like wheat ears to be harvested, although there were only a variety of spring wheat in the southernmost Wessex territory.
As the distance drew in, Rurik could see Einred's face clearly with his naked eyes.
Although there was only a very brief encounter last year, it was not easy for Rurikben to know whether it was the king himself.
Wait, what is that man doing? !
He took off the wooden prosthesis of his left arm, showed his broken arm, and took off his helmet.
"It is indeed the king himself." Rurik nodded, and immediately called the food officer Paul to his side to whisper a few words, and then instructed Jeflo to bring the inevitably failed king to his side.
They marched aggressively, but Paul, the food officer, trembled because of great tension.
Magnuth, who has established himself as a king, squinted his eyes and looked at it: "Rurik, that's their king? Now I am the master of this land. Very well, you tricked that man over, and I chopped it down. He has no future troubles."
Rurik was really taken aback: "Father, why bother? That's a dog with a broken spine. If you keep him as your servant, you can **** the bones and **** the marrow."
"is it necessary?"
"It's very necessary, at least temporarily. When he finally loses its use value, it's not too late for you to do it again."
"Oh, I'm afraid that your kindness is out of season." Magnut stroked his son-in-law smoothly and said: "If my daughter Noren is here, she will probably persuade me the same way. Well, if this man doesn't surrender. We, killing him and his army is not a problem for you and me."
This is like the defeated Celtic king surrendering to Caesar in person. Whether to kill or cut is all in the mind of the victor.
Einred saw that the Vikings had also sent messengers, they were a group of lunatics with blood-stained gowns!
There is also a man in black robe, who doesn't look like a combatant.
The contact between the two sides finally began, and Ernred was still riding his horse, his posture was really arrogant, and he looked down on Jevlo and the others in a condescending attitude as a winner.
"You! Come down to me!" Yevlo pointed straight at the sword.
The food officer Paul immediately did the translation, but his soothing tone was completely incompatible with Jevlo's domineering.
"Why should I dismount? I am the king of Northumbria! You are just a barbarian general. You should dismount me."
Hearing it, Jeflo didn't get angry, and when he changed his hand, he cut his horse's legs with a sword. Ernred immediately fell under the horse, and was pressed on the grass by the soldiers who rushed up. The priest and the bishop of York who were caught off guard were both controlled.
"You are a bunch of villains! Don't be so powerless! I am a king! Tell you Rurik, he is just a duke, I am a king!"
Evlo finally understood these words. After the king was pulled up, he slowly took off his helmet, revealing his black hair and his North Asian head.
"Ah! It's you?!"
"It's me."
In the whole of Britain, only the inner city of Lundium (London) still lives a group of noble Roman remnants, all of whom are black-haired. There are black-haired Vikings among the Vikings, and they have nothing to do with the Romans.
There was a respected guard next to Rurik, and Ernred noticed his black hair and remembered it in his heart. He even knew that this short man was really cruel.
Jeflo didn’t intend to go into further details, so he said: "My master is Rurik, and now my master has said that if you negotiate, you will unarm and go to our army. If you veto, I will get the master’s Authorize, you can kill you now, and even your last army will be wiped out."
Ernred knew that what this person said was true, and that life was betting on his mediation.
"I want to see your master, now, you unarm me."
The king's obedience really surprised Jeflo, and he asked his subordinates to strip him out of cloth, and finally wanted to tie his only right arm with a rope.
However, those priests were unlucky.
Because Rurik's command was too simple, he brought the king himself back.
Those little priests were all killed, and the shocked Bishop of York suddenly closed his eyes in the face of the bleeding sword and waited for his sad fate. As a result, his head fell naturally...
The sudden change caused Ernred's heart to be broken. He glared at the Viking Titan in grief and sighed deeply.
He lamented: "Do you still think I can strangle your young duke with one hand? My life lies in your hands, why tie my right arm."
Yevlo didn't speak, and in the end he simply put a rope around his neck, walking back to his army as if leading a cow and a horse.
At this moment, the kingdom soldiers and peasant soldiers watching from a distance, they witnessed all this, naturally thought that the king was killed, and immediately began to flee on a large scale.
In the end, only a hundred people and a dozen cavalrymen saw that the king was taken away like an animal, and while crying in grief, they were waiting for the final news.
Ernred was mortal, and he had only one plea to tell Rürik.
The defeated king stepped through a large number of corpses of Northumbrian soldiers, and finally entered the army of Vikings.
He really entered here, but he didn't think this group of people were pure and barbaric. The enemy maintained a very strange order. A large group of well-dressed soldiers stood neatly with large round shields, and they were stunned to construct a passage.
Rurik, Arik, Magnuth and Bijuni are standing at the end of the "road". Behind it are the densely moored ships on the Maas River, and the towering masts of the big ships even create huge shadows. A lot of temperament swayed, violently in the wind.
"You get out first." Rurik ordered casually.
In the blink of an eye, his face was calm and looked down on the defeated king, and he said in Saxon: "Your defeat is destiny. Erinred with the broken arm, our army is here again. This time, York is in our hands. in."
This Rurik is still a handsome boy. See you again after a year. This kid is more like a pure man, but a very fierce man. The handsome face has deep eyes, and his eyes are full of ambition. Rurik can actually speak Saxon, although he has a strange accent, he can basically understand it.
Einred took another look at York, where the orange royal flag was supposed to be flying, but now it has become a flag of the Russ with a white background and blue pattern called a "paddle", and even a flag with a huge bird printed on it.
Seeing his hesitation, Rurik immediately introduced his father-in-law and eldest brother-in-law.
For Biyuni, this down-and-out king can be described as an acquaintance.
It was naturally the first time Magnuth saw him. For a defeated man, his first request was to order him to kneel and surrender.
"I have your royal city. This is the new territory of our Balmerks. You must surrender to me, or you will be killed."
At least surrendering to a bearded old man, Ernred felt quite comfortable. But this old man actually wanted to humiliate his personality.
"You kill me." Erinred rolled his face and closed his eyes.
An angry Magnuth wanted to do it himself, but he was stopped by Rürik. Because this situation is not in line with his original intention.
Liurik reassures his father-in-law: "In the end, this battle was completed by our Russian army independently. It was my people who defeated him. I should decide how to deal with it."
"This... alright."
Whoever has the most meritorious deeds has the most say, the Viking society follows this culture, and even Magnuth cannot violate tradition. Of course, if you really killed an enemy leader with a rope around his neck, no one thought it was an honor.
Rurik motioned to his subordinates to release all the restraints of Erinred, and pointed his finger into the distance: "You are a proud king, but your subordinates have betrayed you. You are already alone. It stands to reason that we shouldn't give it to you. Any courtesy."
"So? What about your conditions?" Einred asked immediately.
"You are a wise man, and I guessed my intentions at once. Killing you is really not good for us, even this war itself can be avoided, but when we landed you were not there at all. This is you Responsibility! If you dedicate your life when our fleet arrives and cede the land to give tribute, this **** battle will be avoided. It’s all your mistake. But it’s not too late to follow suit."
This speaks so vividly and vividly of the hypocrisy and arrogance of the victor!
But Ernred had nothing to say, and after thinking about it, he wanted to ask: "So, I became a tool in your hands."
Rurik smiled: "Exactly. I plan to have a peace negotiation, I don't know what you think."
This is simply Satan handing out an olive branch. Is it worthy of belief?
If it is really a stalwart, Ernred would have taken the last warrior to the death rush, or now frantically angered his opponent and killed him. But he didn't. He didn't want this from the beginning, but he couldn't put down his noble body to do the humility of a lowly servant.
"Peace talks? Of course you can. But I must act as a king and negotiate peace with your peers."
When he said this, Ernred's eyes immediately looked at Magnuth, who was self-reliant.
What did Magnut mean with this nonsense? Cut him off and seize his territory again.
After all, Rürik had a long-term view. He didn’t want the Balmerks who colonized Northumbria and classified as Norwegians in a broad sense. Because of a treaty, they would really feel at ease on the new land they own. At least Barr. The Merck people must first establish a solid ruling core on the island with a few years of operation. The Duchy of Ross will not rule here. What Rurik needs is a new source of materials to do business, and even for the Balmerks of Narvik Port to immigrate to Britain, so that they can infiltrate Balmerk with their influence. Replaced by the old place.
It seems to be the beauty of others, and behind it is Rose's consideration of the future.
Lurik is willing to be a guarantor, so that a peace treaty can last for at least two or three years.
The wilderness is not a place for peace talks. The best place is naturally the palace in York.
Einred crossed the Maas River in the long Viking boat. He witnessed the big ships one after another, amazed and envied.
He wanted to know whether York City had become a **** on earth, and the result was not much different from hell.
Vikings with various braids are everywhere, with their arms bare, deliberately displaying their tattoos.
Many young women work silently, and women scream and cry from time to time.
Ernred closed his eyes and kept blaming himself for his sins. As the king brought heavy troops to the border with the Mercia Army, the city was easily occupied by them and fell into such a situation.
He hurriedly questioned Rurik with grief and anger: "These are my people, and you actually treat them as slaves."
Rurik shrugged, turned his head and said, "Your ancestors dealt with Picts in the same way. Well, they are not slaves. At least our army must occupy this place forever. Young men have no wives. You are not qualified. King, our men are not villains, we have our own principles."
"You! You are savages." Erinred grinned his teeth.
Rurik was also anxious when he heard it, and choked back: "Because we don't believe in your god?"
"This……"
"I'm surprised, why don't you ask me your son? I'm not stupid enough to kill Ella. By the way, even the unclean queen with you is alive now."
Erinred was stunned on the spot, believing that the soldier would just stay still while pushing him. His sluggish eyes stared at Rurik, two lines of tears flowed out for a while, and he squeezed out a thank you for a long time.
It was originally the stone room where Ainred summoned the generals and discussed political affairs, but now those who are standing are all Vikings from afar.
The rough square table is in the middle, with Rurik and Magnuth sitting on one side, and Erinred on the other.
The atmosphere of the whole negotiation was full of the arrogance of the winner, but Ernred was not a stubborn person.
Of course Rurik was prepared for the request of the coalition forces, but Einred, who had just sat down, immediately attacked: "My son! I want to see Ella!"
"Of course you can. After the negotiation, you will naturally be reunited with your father and son." Rurik said casually.
"No!" Erinred was suddenly furious: "I must see him now. Leurik, prove your own honesty, let Ella stand by my side, and I will negotiate with you."
"Presumptuous! The failed king." Arik, who was on the side, suddenly drew his sword. Although he didn't understand the island-Saxon language, he knew that the king was arguing.
Rurik twisted his temples, looked at the old-faced Magnuth, and casually ordered: "Come on, bring the prince out. Bijuni, let your toys come out to see you too, in the end she was originally It's this king's woman."
After a while, Ella was really led out. Seeing his father, the boy burst into tears on the spot and threw himself in his arms.
Einred was crying too, but after a while, he saw her out of the corner of his eye.
"It's the queen. It's the unclean queen. What is this woman doing now?!"
Even in the fur of the barbarian ~www.novelhall.com~ and braided hair of the Viking, Einred knew the face of Queen Anna.
It is an unclean woman who is serving the new master again.
Look at Biyuni who pulled it out again. This tall, bald-headed man with a pattern on his head was just a command. The unclean woman actually got down on her knees, and she sat on her side. At Han's feet, a big hand randomly fiddled with his chin and stroked his hair.
She has no gods in her eyes, and she has no expression when she sees herself.
Einred estimated that the woman's soul had completely dissipated and became an empty shell possessed by the Vikings, and this strong and terrifying man was about to be pulled over, which was pure humiliation. Considering the current situation, Ernred was unable to speak even if there was a complete curse. He would not make any excessive reactions for a woman who had betrayed him a long time ago and is now insane. He just wanted to do his best to preserve the existence of Northumbria, even if the territory was severely shrunk.
But wait a minute! Maybe this army of barbarians...
"Yeah! Why do I have to let me Northumbria bear the suffering alone?! Mercia's Wiglav, because of you villain, made me almost wiped the country. I want to retaliate against you!"
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The enemy did not leave, and the Russian soldiers who stayed on the original line did not dare to really relax their guard.
As more and more Balmerk friendly troops crossed the river, the army became more vigorous.
In this regard, the king of Northumbria, Einred, who brought the bishop personally wanted to make peace with him, could clearly see all this with his naked eyes.
The horseshoe stepped on the blood-stained summer grass, and the dead or squirming corpse on the ground made him shocked. If it weren't for his own strength, he would have vomited out.
At least the bishop of York himself clenched the silver cross on his chest. He suddenly retched many times, and the little priest accompanying him could only snuggle around the large wooden cross, reciting the scriptures in his mouth to forcibly cheer himself up.
"They will never behead the messenger. If they find that the king himself is here, they should maintain the basic courtesy." Thinking of this, the bishop of York looked at the king himself.
Ernred at least seemed to maintain a great calmness, but I hope this is indeed the case.
If the king dies, Northumbria's throne must be cheaper than Osbot in the north. However, the army led by that man can resist the army of barbarians?
The more corpses went forward, the more corpses fell, and Ernred's mood became more and more complicated.
The corpse of a war horse appeared in front, and the dense rain of arrows on the ground looked like wheat ears to be harvested, although there were only a variety of spring wheat in the southernmost Wessex territory.
As the distance drew in, Rurik could see Einred's face clearly with his naked eyes.
Although there was only a very brief encounter last year, it was not easy for Rurikben to know whether it was the king himself.
Wait, what is that man doing? !
He took off the wooden prosthesis of his left arm, showed his broken arm, and took off his helmet.
"It is indeed the king himself." Rurik nodded, and immediately called the food officer Paul to his side to whisper a few words, and then instructed Jeflo to bring the inevitably failed king to his side.
They marched aggressively, but Paul, the food officer, trembled because of great tension.
Magnuth, who has established himself as a king, squinted his eyes and looked at it: "Rurik, that's their king? Now I am the master of this land. Very well, you tricked that man over, and I chopped it down. He has no future troubles."
Rurik was really taken aback: "Father, why bother? That's a dog with a broken spine. If you keep him as your servant, you can **** the bones and **** the marrow."
"is it necessary?"
"It's very necessary, at least temporarily. When he finally loses its use value, it's not too late for you to do it again."
"Oh, I'm afraid that your kindness is out of season." Magnut stroked his son-in-law smoothly and said: "If my daughter Noren is here, she will probably persuade me the same way. Well, if this man doesn't surrender. We, killing him and his army is not a problem for you and me."
This is like the defeated Celtic king surrendering to Caesar in person. Whether to kill or cut is all in the mind of the victor.
Einred saw that the Vikings had also sent messengers, they were a group of lunatics with blood-stained gowns!
There is also a man in black robe, who doesn't look like a combatant.
The contact between the two sides finally began, and Ernred was still riding his horse, his posture was really arrogant, and he looked down on Jevlo and the others in a condescending attitude as a winner.
"You! Come down to me!" Yevlo pointed straight at the sword.
The food officer Paul immediately did the translation, but his soothing tone was completely incompatible with Jevlo's domineering.
"Why should I dismount? I am the king of Northumbria! You are just a barbarian general. You should dismount me."
Hearing it, Jeflo didn't get angry, and when he changed his hand, he cut his horse's legs with a sword. Ernred immediately fell under the horse, and was pressed on the grass by the soldiers who rushed up. The priest and the bishop of York who were caught off guard were both controlled.
"You are a bunch of villains! Don't be so powerless! I am a king! Tell you Rurik, he is just a duke, I am a king!"
Evlo finally understood these words. After the king was pulled up, he slowly took off his helmet, revealing his black hair and his North Asian head.
"Ah! It's you?!"
"It's me."
In the whole of Britain, only the inner city of Lundium (London) still lives a group of noble Roman remnants, all of whom are black-haired. There are black-haired Vikings among the Vikings, and they have nothing to do with the Romans.
There was a respected guard next to Rurik, and Ernred noticed his black hair and remembered it in his heart. He even knew that this short man was really cruel.
Jeflo didn’t intend to go into further details, so he said: "My master is Rurik, and now my master has said that if you negotiate, you will unarm and go to our army. If you veto, I will get the master’s Authorize, you can kill you now, and even your last army will be wiped out."
Ernred knew that what this person said was true, and that life was betting on his mediation.
"I want to see your master, now, you unarm me."
The king's obedience really surprised Jeflo, and he asked his subordinates to strip him out of cloth, and finally wanted to tie his only right arm with a rope.
However, those priests were unlucky.
Because Rurik's command was too simple, he brought the king himself back.
Those little priests were all killed, and the shocked Bishop of York suddenly closed his eyes in the face of the bleeding sword and waited for his sad fate. As a result, his head fell naturally...
The sudden change caused Ernred's heart to be broken. He glared at the Viking Titan in grief and sighed deeply.
He lamented: "Do you still think I can strangle your young duke with one hand? My life lies in your hands, why tie my right arm."
Yevlo didn't speak, and in the end he simply put a rope around his neck, walking back to his army as if leading a cow and a horse.
At this moment, the kingdom soldiers and peasant soldiers watching from a distance, they witnessed all this, naturally thought that the king was killed, and immediately began to flee on a large scale.
In the end, only a hundred people and a dozen cavalrymen saw that the king was taken away like an animal, and while crying in grief, they were waiting for the final news.
Ernred was mortal, and he had only one plea to tell Rürik.
The defeated king stepped through a large number of corpses of Northumbrian soldiers, and finally entered the army of Vikings.
He really entered here, but he didn't think this group of people were pure and barbaric. The enemy maintained a very strange order. A large group of well-dressed soldiers stood neatly with large round shields, and they were stunned to construct a passage.
Rurik, Arik, Magnuth and Bijuni are standing at the end of the "road". Behind it are the densely moored ships on the Maas River, and the towering masts of the big ships even create huge shadows. A lot of temperament swayed, violently in the wind.
"You get out first." Rurik ordered casually.
In the blink of an eye, his face was calm and looked down on the defeated king, and he said in Saxon: "Your defeat is destiny. Erinred with the broken arm, our army is here again. This time, York is in our hands. in."
This Rurik is still a handsome boy. See you again after a year. This kid is more like a pure man, but a very fierce man. The handsome face has deep eyes, and his eyes are full of ambition. Rurik can actually speak Saxon, although he has a strange accent, he can basically understand it.
Einred took another look at York, where the orange royal flag was supposed to be flying, but now it has become a flag of the Russ with a white background and blue pattern called a "paddle", and even a flag with a huge bird printed on it.
Seeing his hesitation, Rurik immediately introduced his father-in-law and eldest brother-in-law.
For Biyuni, this down-and-out king can be described as an acquaintance.
It was naturally the first time Magnuth saw him. For a defeated man, his first request was to order him to kneel and surrender.
"I have your royal city. This is the new territory of our Balmerks. You must surrender to me, or you will be killed."
At least surrendering to a bearded old man, Ernred felt quite comfortable. But this old man actually wanted to humiliate his personality.
"You kill me." Erinred rolled his face and closed his eyes.
An angry Magnuth wanted to do it himself, but he was stopped by Rürik. Because this situation is not in line with his original intention.
Liurik reassures his father-in-law: "In the end, this battle was completed by our Russian army independently. It was my people who defeated him. I should decide how to deal with it."
"This... alright."
Whoever has the most meritorious deeds has the most say, the Viking society follows this culture, and even Magnuth cannot violate tradition. Of course, if you really killed an enemy leader with a rope around his neck, no one thought it was an honor.
Rurik motioned to his subordinates to release all the restraints of Erinred, and pointed his finger into the distance: "You are a proud king, but your subordinates have betrayed you. You are already alone. It stands to reason that we shouldn't give it to you. Any courtesy."
"So? What about your conditions?" Einred asked immediately.
"You are a wise man, and I guessed my intentions at once. Killing you is really not good for us, even this war itself can be avoided, but when we landed you were not there at all. This is you Responsibility! If you dedicate your life when our fleet arrives and cede the land to give tribute, this **** battle will be avoided. It’s all your mistake. But it’s not too late to follow suit."
This speaks so vividly and vividly of the hypocrisy and arrogance of the victor!
But Ernred had nothing to say, and after thinking about it, he wanted to ask: "So, I became a tool in your hands."
Rurik smiled: "Exactly. I plan to have a peace negotiation, I don't know what you think."
This is simply Satan handing out an olive branch. Is it worthy of belief?
If it is really a stalwart, Ernred would have taken the last warrior to the death rush, or now frantically angered his opponent and killed him. But he didn't. He didn't want this from the beginning, but he couldn't put down his noble body to do the humility of a lowly servant.
"Peace talks? Of course you can. But I must act as a king and negotiate peace with your peers."
When he said this, Ernred's eyes immediately looked at Magnuth, who was self-reliant.
What did Magnut mean with this nonsense? Cut him off and seize his territory again.
After all, Rürik had a long-term view. He didn’t want the Balmerks who colonized Northumbria and classified as Norwegians in a broad sense. Because of a treaty, they would really feel at ease on the new land they own. At least Barr. The Merck people must first establish a solid ruling core on the island with a few years of operation. The Duchy of Ross will not rule here. What Rurik needs is a new source of materials to do business, and even for the Balmerks of Narvik Port to immigrate to Britain, so that they can infiltrate Balmerk with their influence. Replaced by the old place.
It seems to be the beauty of others, and behind it is Rose's consideration of the future.
Lurik is willing to be a guarantor, so that a peace treaty can last for at least two or three years.
The wilderness is not a place for peace talks. The best place is naturally the palace in York.
Einred crossed the Maas River in the long Viking boat. He witnessed the big ships one after another, amazed and envied.
He wanted to know whether York City had become a **** on earth, and the result was not much different from hell.
Vikings with various braids are everywhere, with their arms bare, deliberately displaying their tattoos.
Many young women work silently, and women scream and cry from time to time.
Ernred closed his eyes and kept blaming himself for his sins. As the king brought heavy troops to the border with the Mercia Army, the city was easily occupied by them and fell into such a situation.
He hurriedly questioned Rurik with grief and anger: "These are my people, and you actually treat them as slaves."
Rurik shrugged, turned his head and said, "Your ancestors dealt with Picts in the same way. Well, they are not slaves. At least our army must occupy this place forever. Young men have no wives. You are not qualified. King, our men are not villains, we have our own principles."
"You! You are savages." Erinred grinned his teeth.
Rurik was also anxious when he heard it, and choked back: "Because we don't believe in your god?"
"This……"
"I'm surprised, why don't you ask me your son? I'm not stupid enough to kill Ella. By the way, even the unclean queen with you is alive now."
Erinred was stunned on the spot, believing that the soldier would just stay still while pushing him. His sluggish eyes stared at Rurik, two lines of tears flowed out for a while, and he squeezed out a thank you for a long time.
It was originally the stone room where Ainred summoned the generals and discussed political affairs, but now those who are standing are all Vikings from afar.
The rough square table is in the middle, with Rurik and Magnuth sitting on one side, and Erinred on the other.
The atmosphere of the whole negotiation was full of the arrogance of the winner, but Ernred was not a stubborn person.
Of course Rurik was prepared for the request of the coalition forces, but Einred, who had just sat down, immediately attacked: "My son! I want to see Ella!"
"Of course you can. After the negotiation, you will naturally be reunited with your father and son." Rurik said casually.
"No!" Erinred was suddenly furious: "I must see him now. Leurik, prove your own honesty, let Ella stand by my side, and I will negotiate with you."
"Presumptuous! The failed king." Arik, who was on the side, suddenly drew his sword. Although he didn't understand the island-Saxon language, he knew that the king was arguing.
Rurik twisted his temples, looked at the old-faced Magnuth, and casually ordered: "Come on, bring the prince out. Bijuni, let your toys come out to see you too, in the end she was originally It's this king's woman."
After a while, Ella was really led out. Seeing his father, the boy burst into tears on the spot and threw himself in his arms.
Einred was crying too, but after a while, he saw her out of the corner of his eye.
"It's the queen. It's the unclean queen. What is this woman doing now?!"
Even in the fur of the barbarian ~www.novelhall.com~ and braided hair of the Viking, Einred knew the face of Queen Anna.
It is an unclean woman who is serving the new master again.
Look at Biyuni who pulled it out again. This tall, bald-headed man with a pattern on his head was just a command. The unclean woman actually got down on her knees, and she sat on her side. At Han's feet, a big hand randomly fiddled with his chin and stroked his hair.
She has no gods in her eyes, and she has no expression when she sees herself.
Einred estimated that the woman's soul had completely dissipated and became an empty shell possessed by the Vikings, and this strong and terrifying man was about to be pulled over, which was pure humiliation. Considering the current situation, Ernred was unable to speak even if there was a complete curse. He would not make any excessive reactions for a woman who had betrayed him a long time ago and is now insane. He just wanted to do his best to preserve the existence of Northumbria, even if the territory was severely shrunk.
But wait a minute! Maybe this army of barbarians...
"Yeah! Why do I have to let me Northumbria bear the suffering alone?! Mercia's Wiglav, because of you villain, made me almost wiped the country. I want to retaliate against you!"
, The fastest update to the latest chapter of the Rise of Rurik!The enemy did not leave, and the Russian soldiers who stayed on the original line did not dare to really relax their guard.As more and more Balmerk friendly troops crossed the river, the army became more vigorous.In this regard, the king of Northumbria, Einred, who brought the bishop personally wanted to make peace with him, could clearly see all this with his naked eyes.The horseshoe stepped on the blood-stained summer grass, and the dead or squirming corpse on the ground made him shocked. If it weren't for his own strength, he would have vomited out.At least the bishop of York himself clenched the silver cross on his chest. He suddenly retched many times, and the little priest accompanying him could only snuggle around the large wooden cross, reciting the scriptures in his mouth to forcibly cheer himself up."They will never behead the messenger. If they find that the king himself is here, they should maintain the basic courtesy." Thinking of this, the bishop of York looked at the king himself.Ernred at least seemed to maintain a great calmness, but I hope this is indeed the case.If the king dies, Northumbria's throne must be cheaper than Osbot in the north. However, the army led by that man can resist the army of barbarians?The more corpses went forward, the more corpses fell, and Ernred's mood became more and more complicated.The corpse of a war horse appeared in front, and the dense rain of arrows on the ground looked like wheat ears to be harvested, although there were only a variety of spring wheat in the southernmost Wessex territory.As the distance drew in, Rurik could see Einred's face clearly with his naked eyes.Although there was only a very brief encounter last year, it was not easy for Rurikben to know whether it was the king himself.Wait, what is that man doing? !He took off the wooden prosthesis of his left arm, showed his broken arm, and took off his helmet."It is indeed the king himself." Rurik nodded, and immediately called the food officer Paul to his side to whisper a few words, and then instructed Jeflo to bring the inevitably failed king to his side.They marched aggressively, but Paul, the food officer, trembled because of great tension.Magnuth, who has established himself as a king, squinted his eyes and looked at it: "Rurik, that's their king? Now I am the master of this land. Very well, you tricked that man over, and I chopped it down. He has no future troubles."Rurik was really taken aback: "Father, why bother? That's a dog with a broken spine. If you keep him as your servant, you can **** the bones and **** the marrow.""is it necessary?""It's very necessary, at least temporarily. When he finally loses its use value, it's not too late for you to do it again.""Oh, I'm afraid that your kindness is out of season." Magnut stroked his son-in-law smoothly and said: "If my daughter Noren is here, she will probably persuade me the same way. Well, if this man doesn't surrender. We, killing him and his army is not a problem for you and me."This is like the defeated Celtic king surrendering to Caesar in person. Whether to kill or cut is all in the mind of the victor.Einred saw that the Vikings had also sent messengers, they were a group of lunatics with blood-stained gowns!There is also a man in black robe, who doesn't look like a combatant.The contact between the two sides finally began, and Ernred was still riding his horse, his posture was really arrogant, and he looked down on Jevlo and the others in a condescending attitude as a winner."You! Come down to me!" Yevlo pointed straight at the sword.The food officer Paul immediately did the translation, but his soothing tone was completely incompatible with Jevlo's domineering."Why should I dismount? I am the king of Northumbria! You are just a barbarian general. You should dismount me."Hearing it, Jeflo didn't get angry, and when he changed his hand, he cut his horse's legs with a sword. Ernred immediately fell under the horse, and was pressed on the grass by the soldiers who rushed up. The priest and the bishop of York who were caught off guard were both controlled."You are a bunch of villains! Don't be so powerless! I am a king! Tell you Rurik, he is just a duke, I am a king!"Evlo finally understood these words. After the king was pulled up, he slowly took off his helmet, revealing his black hair and his North Asian head."Ah! It's you?!""It's me."In the whole of Britain, only the inner city of Lundium London still lives a group of noble Roman remnants, all of whom are black-haired. There are black-haired Vikings among the Vikings, and they have nothing to do with the Romans.There was a respected guard next to Rurik, and Ernred noticed his black hair and remembered it in his heart. He even knew that this short man was really cruel.Jeflo didn't intend to go into further details, so he said: "My master is Rurik, and now my master has said that if you negotiate, you will unarm and go to our army. If you veto, I will get the master's Authorize, you can kill you now, and even your last army will be wiped out."Ernred knew that what this person said was true, and that life was betting on his mediation."I want to see your master, now, you unarm me."The king's obedience really surprised Jeflo, and he asked his subordinates to strip him out of cloth, and finally wanted to tie his only right arm with a rope.However, those priests were unlucky.Because Rurik's command was too simple, he brought the king himself back.Those little priests were all killed, and the shocked Bishop of York suddenly closed his eyes in the face of the bleeding sword and waited for his sad fate. As a result, his head fell naturally...The sudden change caused Ernred's heart to be broken. He glared at the Viking Titan in grief and sighed deeply.He lamented: "Do you still think I can strangle your young duke with one hand? My life lies in your hands, why tie my right arm."Yevlo didn't speak, and in the end he simply put a rope around his neck, walking back to his army as if leading a cow and a horse.At this moment, the kingdom soldiers and peasant soldiers watching from a distance, they witnessed all this, naturally thought that the king was killed, and immediately began to flee on a large scale.In the end, only a hundred people and a dozen cavalrymen saw that the king was taken away like an animal, and while crying in grief, they were waiting for the final news.Ernred was mortal, and he had only one plea to tell Rrik.The defeated king stepped through a large number of corpses of Northumbrian soldiers, and finally entered the army of Vikings.He really entered here, but he didn't think this group of people were pure and barbaric. The enemy maintained a very strange order. A large group of well-dressed soldiers stood neatly with large round shields, and they were stunned to construct a passage.Rurik, Arik, Magnuth and Bijuni are standing at the end of the "road". Behind it are the densely moored ships on the Maas River, and the towering masts of the big ships even create huge shadows. A lot of temperament swayed, violently in the wind."You get out first." Rurik ordered casually.In the blink of an eye, his face was calm and looked down on the defeated king, and he said in Saxon: "Your defeat is destiny. Erinred with the broken arm, our army is here again. This time, York is in our hands. in."This Rurik is still a handsome boy. See you again after a year. This kid is more like a pure man, but a very fierce man. The handsome face has deep eyes, and his eyes are full of ambition. Rurik can actually speak Saxon, although he has a strange accent, he can basically understand it.Einred took another look at York, where the orange royal flag was supposed to be flying, but now it has become a flag of the Russ with a white background and blue pattern called a "paddle", and even a flag with a huge bird printed on it.Seeing his hesitation, Rurik immediately introduced his father-in-law and eldest brother-in-law.For Biyuni, this down-and-out king can be described as an acquaintance.It was naturally the first time Magnuth saw him. For a defeated man, his first request was to order him to kneel and surrender."I have your royal city. This is the new territory of our Balmerks. You must surrender to me, or you will be killed."At least surrendering to a bearded old man, Ernred felt quite comfortable. But this old man actually wanted to humiliate his personality."You kill me." Erinred rolled his face and closed his eyes.An angry Magnuth wanted to do it himself, but he was stopped by Rrik. Because this situation is not in line with his original intention.Liurik reassures his father-in-law: "In the end, this battle was completed by our Russian army independently. It was my people who defeated him. I should decide how to deal with it.""This... alright."Whoever has the most meritorious deeds has the most say, the Viking society follows this culture, and even Magnuth cannot violate tradition. Of course, if you really killed an enemy leader with a rope around his neck, no one thought it was an honor.Rurik motioned to his subordinates to release all the restraints of Erinred, and pointed his finger into the distance: "You are a proud king, but your subordinates have betrayed you. You are already alone. It stands to reason that we shouldn't give it to you. Any courtesy.""So? What about your conditions?" Einred asked immediately."You are a wise man, and I guessed my intentions at once. Killing you is really not good for us, even this war itself can be avoided, but when we landed you were not there at all. This is you Responsibility! If you dedicate your life when our fleet arrives and cede the land to give tribute, this **** battle will be avoided. It's all your mistake. But it's not too late to follow suit."This speaks so vividly and vividly of the hypocrisy and arrogance of the victor!But Ernred had nothing to say, and after thinking about it, he wanted to ask: "So, I became a tool in your hands."Rurik smiled: "Exactly. I plan to have a peace negotiation, I don't know what you think."This is simply Satan handing out an olive branch. Is it worthy of belief?If it is really a stalwart, Ernred would have taken the last warrior to the death rush, or now frantically angered his opponent and killed him. But he didn't. He didn't want this from the beginning, but he couldn't put down his noble body to do the humility of a lowly servant."Peace talks? Of course you can. But I must act as a king and negotiate peace with your peers."When he said this, Ernred's eyes immediately looked at Magnuth, who was self-reliant.What did Magnut mean with this nonsense? Cut him off and seize his territory again.After all, Rrik had a long-term view. He didn't want the Balmerks who colonized Northumbria and classified as Norwegians in a broad sense. Because of a treaty, they would really feel at ease on the new land they own. At least Barr. The Merck people must first establish a solid ruling core on the island with a few years of operation. The Duchy of Ross will not rule here. What Rurik needs is a new source of materials to do business, and even for the Balmerks of Narvik Port to immigrate to Britain, so that they can infiltrate Balmerk with their influence. Replaced by the old place.It seems to be the beauty of others, and behind it is Rose's consideration of the future.Lurik is willing to be a guarantor, so that a peace treaty can last for at least two or three years.The wilderness is not a place for peace talks. The best place is naturally the palace in York.Einred crossed the Maas River in the long Viking boat. He witnessed the big ships one after another, amazed and envied.He wanted to know whether York City had become a **** on earth, and the result was not much different from hell.Vikings with various braids are everywhere, with their arms bare, deliberately displaying their tattoos.Many young women work silently, and women scream and cry from time to time.Ernred closed his eyes and kept blaming himself for his sins. As the king brought heavy troops to the border with the Mercia Army, the city was easily occupied by them and fell into such a situation.He hurriedly questioned Rurik with grief and anger: "These are my people, and you actually treat them as slaves."Rurik shrugged, turned his head and said, "Your ancestors dealt with Picts in the same way. Well, they are not slaves. At least our army must occupy this place forever. Young men have no wives. You are not qualified. King, our men are not villains, we have our own principles.""You! You are savages." Erinred grinned his teeth.Rurik was also anxious when he heard it, and choked back: "Because we don't believe in your god?""This""I'm surprised, why don't you ask me your son? I'm not stupid enough to kill Ella. By the way, even the unclean queen with you is alive now."Erinred was stunned on the spot, believing that the soldier would just stay still while pushing him. His sluggish eyes stared at Rurik, two lines of tears flowed out for a while, and he squeezed out a thank you for a long time.It was originally the stone room where Ainred summoned the generals and discussed political affairs, but now those who are standing are all Vikings from afar.The rough square table is in the middle, with Rurik and Magnuth sitting on one side, and Erinred on the other.The atmosphere of the whole negotiation was full of the arrogance of the winner, but Ernred was not a stubborn person.Of course Rurik was prepared for the request of the coalition forces, but Einred, who had just sat down, immediately attacked: "My son! I want to see Ella!""Of course you can. After the negotiation, you will naturally be reunited with your father and son." Rurik said casually."No!" Erinred was suddenly furious: "I must see him now. Leurik, prove your own honesty, let Ella stand by my side, and I will negotiate with you.""Presumptuous! The failed king." Arik, who was on the side, suddenly drew his sword. Although he didn't understand the island-Saxon language, he knew that the king was arguing.Rurik twisted his temples, looked at the old-faced Magnuth, and casually ordered: "Come on, bring the prince out. Bijuni, let your toys come out to see you too, in the end she was originally It's this king's woman."After a while, Ella was really led out. Seeing his father, the boy burst into tears on the spot and threw himself in his arms.Einred was crying too, but after a while, he saw her out of the corner of his eye."It's the queen. It's the unclean queen. What is this woman doing now?!"Even in the fur of the barbarian ~www.novelhall.com~ and braided hair of the Viking, Einred knew the face of Queen Anna.It is an unclean woman who is serving the new master again.Look at Biyuni who pulled it out again. This tall, bald-headed man with a pattern on his head was just a command. The unclean woman actually got down on her knees, and she sat on her side. At Han's feet, a big hand randomly fiddled with his chin and stroked his hair.She has no gods in her eyes, and she has no expression when she sees herself.Einred estimated that the woman's soul had completely dissipated and became an empty shell possessed by the Vikings, and this strong and terrifying man was about to be pulled over, which was pure humiliation. Considering the current situation, Ernred was unable to speak even if there was a complete curse. He would not make any excessive reactions for a woman who had betrayed him a long time ago and is now insane. He just wanted to do his best to preserve the existence of Northumbria, even if the territory was severely shrunk.But wait a minute! Maybe this army of barbarians..."Yeah! Why do I have to let me Northumbria bear the suffering alone?! Mercia's Wiglav, because of you villain, made me almost wiped the country. I want to retaliate against you!"
