king of ros

Chapter 17 The Legend of the World
"Your equipment, your subordinates, and your behavior."

"Silver-like chain armor, a sword that cuts iron like mud, surrounded by fully armed elites."

Harald, said after his name in the Norwegian High King newspaper, revealed everything he had observed to the young Prince Ross.

"You are eager for achievements like a wolf cub hunting for the first time. It can be seen that you have not experienced many battles, and you are full of bloody courage that is difficult to restrain."

"I suppose there is one man in Rostis who fits everything I have mentioned, my nephew, Rostislav Vladimirovich?"

"Uncle Harald, I didn't expect to see you here. I didn't expect that the reinforcements arranged by my grandfather would be you."

Facing the thunder in the north, Rostislav dismounted swiftly, heaved a sigh of relief, and then bowed his head slightly to express his respect. This respect came from the heart, and the prince of Norse knew very well what achievements the king had made.

"Relentless", "Northern Thunder", "Bulgarian Arsonist", these terrifying nicknames belonged to the king before him, the famous Harald Hardrada, behind these names, It is a great achievement.

Harald himself is a legend. When he was young, he was exiled and went to Byzantium to serve as a mercenary. He created countless deeds worthy of Sakya's praise, and created his own war group. He was known as the "Bulgarian Arsonist" in the south. .

After becoming famous, he went to Kyiv to marry the daughter of the Grand Duke of Kiev who was once unattainable, and then returned to the north with his wife and subordinates, regained his brother's lost throne with fire and sword, and became the supreme commander of Norway.

And now, he has started a long fight with the Danish king, and destroyed Hedeby, one of the most prosperous cities in the north, adding another merit to his saga poetry. As an example, this is a legend in the world.

"Since my father-in-law wants to risk his life, how can I not cooperate? And that's fine, I played the Danish idiot again, I guess Sven is still waiting for me in the strait foolishly."

Harald seemed to be familiar with Rostislav, and he was indeed very familiar with the Prince of Normandy. In the past few years, he had come to Nordic City frequently to sell trophies and slaves, and to buy supplies. Dealing with the father of the prince of Nuocheng.

As a result, Rostislav was able to meet the King of Norway several times and formed a fairly good relationship with the uncle, which is why Rostislav was relieved to see him.

"I already know about your father. It's a pity that such a warrior should die on a truly magnificent battlefield."

Harald's tone was very ordinary. After all, for this legend, death was like a common occurrence, and he could no longer touch his heart.

For him, the biggest regret is that Vladimir, a strong man he recognized, did not die on the battlefield as heroically as the ballad. In his opinion, this is the home of a strong man.

Speaking of his father, Rostislav couldn't help but feel a little sad, but he quickly adjusted, they were on the battlefield.

Speaking of the battlefield, the current situation of the battle has been decided, and there is no possibility of any assembly of Chu De's army. The Norwegians are chasing deserters wantonly and capturing prisoners.

And Rose's main force has just arrived on the battlefield now, and is crushing the last batch of Chude battle groups who are stubbornly resisting.

"Uncle Harald, you really live up to the name 'Thunder'."

There was envy in Prince Norcheng's words. The King of Norway defeated Chu De's army with his own strength. The Ross people were just here to add icing on the cake. If he could have such a strong team, how could he fall into the current embarrassing situation.

But Rostislav also understands that this can only be thought about. The elite of Harald have the experience of fighting with axes in the streets of the imperial capital, in the fields of Bulgaria, and in the hills of Asia Minor. If you want to have such combat power, you don't know how much money and lives you have to pay.

"It's all thanks to the Norse compatriots in the Estonian islands. If it weren't for their fire, I wouldn't be able to win so easily."

Rostislav frowned when he heard this, "You actually made them surrender?"

As the son of the Prince of Norse, Rostislav knew very well how troublesome the Norse people were on the many islands off the coast of Estonia. Before Harald set off a wave that swept across the Baltic Sea, they were the largest source of pirates in the Eastern Baltic Sea.

"I just promised them to join the raid."

Harald's answer was relaxed, and Prince Norse was not surprised that the North pirates turned their backs. Harald's rich spoils from Hedeby tempted every ambitious person in the Baltic Sea. Now Harald If Germany gives the opportunity, they will naturally come one after another.

Rostislav and Harald stood there chatting regardless of the blood stains on their bodies. Harald didn't change his attitude towards Rostislav because of his embarrassing political status. He only had eyes for the brave The difference between cowards and cowards.

Rostislav attached great importance to the relationship with Harald. If he could have the king as an ally, his future path would be much easier.

When the two communicated about the situation in the north, the battle also came to an end. The last resistance of the Chude people was smashed by the shield wall of the Ross army. The battle has become a slave hunting competition. This is the most exciting moment. , the greatest value of this group of barbarians lies in this.

Stunned and bound losers are everywhere, piled up with the corpses, since then they are not human beings, but the property of the victors, these worthless slaves will be traded for real money in the south, this It's worth far more than their lives.

The sound of ticking horseshoes sounded behind the two northern warriors. When they looked back, the wise man and his personal guards had arrived. Looking at the blood-stained son-in-law and grandson, the Grand Duke frowned uncontrollably.

"Harald, you always get yourself covered in blood. Sooner or later you will die on the battlefield. As for Rostislav, don't learn from this guy, he is just killing his life."

"Haha, I can't wait for that, maybe the Valkyrie can take me to Valhalla."

Harald pushed back without fear, and mentioned the pagan Valkyrie, but the wise man didn't say anything more. He knew the son-in-law's temper very well, and it would be endless to talk to him, and the prince of Norse He nodded silently, he is a junior, so he has to lower his posture.

"Is that bastard Alar dead?"

The wise man didn't continue to say anything about health issues, but directly turned the topic to what he cared about most.

"That guy is slippery, let him run."

Harald turned the back of his head with a little embarrassment on his face.

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(End of this chapter)