king of ros

Chapter 20 Bloody Farce

"Don't hesitate! Surrender, you can still gain a chance to survive by surrendering to the Grand Duke. Saving your life is the most important thing!"

"You coward! That Ross man killed so many people, you actually want to surrender, and do you think he will let you go if you lick Yaroslav's boots?"

"Then fight to the end without thinking? You idiot, may the gods give you wisdom, see the situation clearly, we can't make a comeback."

"You are all cowards! You should go out of the city and fight the Ross people! Yumar (remark 1) will take care of us!"

Noisy filled the hall of Alar. Chief Chu De in different costumes was arguing for the way out. Everyone blushed and their necks were thick. It seems that this can strengthen the right to speak.

The relationship between this group of people is really complicated. From allies to enemies, all kinds of relationships exist here. Even when Alar was still leading the Chude tribes, he couldn't let this group of people sit together, and Ross It's ironic that people came with fire and swords and did it.

Aral was sitting on a pine bench, with a huge amber jewelry on his neck, even in this place where amber was produced, it was a rare item.

The young guards are fully armed and serve the lord with axes, showing his power as a lord.

The Chu De warlord's fingers were up and down on the armrest, tapping rhythmically, looking indifferently at the noisy scene in front of him.

This group of people in front of them is the most powerful group of people on the land of Estonia, but now they are arguing at the top of their lungs like village women.

It's really ugly.

Aral looked at the quarreling chiefs with disdain, as if watching a group of jesters performing a farce.

After Yuriev's World War I, they abandoned themselves like garbage, but now they leaned in like brown sugar, and they couldn't get rid of them anyway.

When the Ross army entered, Aral realized that the Ross people had a big plan. Yaroslav wanted to kill the grass this time. For this reason, he went all out to raise strength, but no one paid attention to him, even the most pessimistic about the Ross invasion. I also think that this army will not come to kill Alar, and will not affect other people.

Everyone spurned his running, spurned his envoy, and even stuck the envoy's head on the spear, saying that it was to avenge the people who were led to death by him. Aral only thought it was ridiculous, thinking so Why don't you go to the Ross people for revenge?
It's better now, the Ross people bathed the land with fire and sword, these short-sighted idiots finally realized what he said was right, and stood by his side, but now even with their own troops Not enough Ross to fight.

There are only 1000 people in this mountain castle, which is the last essence of Estonia, and the rest are either killed or become slaves.

And what made Aral even more angry was that the group of bereaved dogs were still plotting under his nose, and their plots only made him feel ridiculous.

But when it comes to conspiracy, Aral can't help but think of his "ally" in Kyiv. Well, his big gamble failed, and this time it was completely given to this pawn who made the temptation...

Suddenly, the discussion of the people stopped suddenly, because the door of the hall had been opened, and the envoy sent by Aral to negotiate peace with the Rus returned.

All eyes were on the envoy, even the most fanatical militant. Everyone wanted to know the result of the negotiations with Yaroslav.

And Aral also woke up from his fugue, he understood that the main event was about to begin, in every sense of the word.

"My lord, Yaroslav made it clear that it is impossible to negotiate peace with us, and all the hostages he sent were returned."

The black news caused the hall to explode directly. People’s faces were filled with tension and panic. Most people still hoped for peace talks. They didn’t want to die yet. Now the door to peace talks has been completely blocked, and all the hostages have been returned. Well, these hostages are the close relatives of the chiefs present, Grand Duke Ross really wants to kill the grass.

Alar looked indifferent on the surface, but his hand rested quietly on the hilt of the sword, and the key was coming soon.

"Aral, are you responsible for all this?"

Sure enough, such a voice came out of the crowd, and the whole hall fell silent again. Everyone looked at Alar on the main seat, waiting for his answer, and at the same time exerted silent pressure on him.

"Tsk, why are you so secretive?"

The disdain on Alar's face grew stronger.

"You want to use my head to appease the Ross people, just say it directly, all these things are really redundant."

Aral told the true thoughts of that voice. He knew that many people planned to use their heads to appease the Ross people, but judging by the posture put on by the Ross people, it wasn't his head can send.

But just as a man grabs what he can find before he's about to drown, so naturally this group offered his head as the last straw to save themselves.

Seeing Aral's answer, those who shouted didn't say anything more according to the predetermined script. Half of the people present walked out of the crowd and drew their swords, while the non-participants retreated to the second half of the hall to see what would happen to the situation. develop.

"Since you understand, then we don't act anymore."

said a chieftain with a rough beard and a sword.

"We need your head, Aral. Don't expect your men to come to your rescue, they've been dealt with long ago."

"Oh, really?"

Alar pulled out the dagger and played with it, then smashed it at the clay pot beside him.

The broken clay pots made a crisp sound. With this sound, the closed door opened again, and the non-participants gave way one after another, allowing heavily armed warriors to pour into the hall. Without any hesitation, they opened their doors to the attackers. kill ring.A soldier also came out of the side door beside Alar, protecting the Lord behind him.

The chiefs of Chu De who forced the palace did not expect that Alar would come here. These guards should have been controlled.

Now they can only fight the armor and battle axes of the samurai with commoner clothes and swords, and the result is self-evident.

With the screams of the dead, the hall of the lord turned into a sea of ​​blood, the floor was full of broken human limbs, the armor of the warrior was stained red by the blood of the dead, and all the forced palaces were like suckling pigs waiting to be slaughtered Beheaded, while the non-participants trembled in the back, afraid that they would be the next one.

"I think everyone should have no opinion now."

Alar on the main seat smiled, but no one dared to answer.

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Remark 1: The name of the god of Finno-Ugric mythology in Estonia, and its other names in other Finns distribution areas, all refer to it.

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