One by one, the dragon-headed warships sailed towards the bay.
One of Niya's maids rushed into the tent with an inspiring smile, "Niya, it's the leader! He's back with the men!"
"Ah! He's back?!"
At this moment, Liu Li fell into sleep due to too much poverty, and his baby's body was suddenly picked up from the hanging basket.
He did not suffer from such frightening and heartbreaking crying like a normal baby. He was held in the arms of his biological mother and suddenly left the tent with her.
In a few days, Niya has become completely accustomed to her son's abnormality. The so-called abnormality is probably also normal for this child.
She murmured: "Dear baby, you are about to meet your father. You don't even have a name yet. Your father wants to give you a beautiful name."
The infant Liu Li was still staring at his big eyes. He didn't know what the wrinkled blond woman holding him was mumbling, but when he listened carefully, it sounded like English.
If they were a group of Vikings, their language must have been Norse.
Although Liu Li is an engineering man, he is also a man who was forced to pass CET-6. When he was in school, he knew very well that an important source of English is the Norse language from the Scandinavian Peninsula.
Everything now seemed like a dream. Liu Li had no choice. As a baby, he was forced to the dock by his biological mother.
At this moment, Liu Li opened his eyes, which had just gained a little insight into the world, although because he was too young, his eyes were still a little blurry.
At least he could clearly see that this was a bay, and today there were a large number of ships docking.
The pier was full of cheering people, just to welcome the huge fleet of ships to dock.
Niya held the child and looked as hard as she could. She soon saw her husband, a handsome man with a huge beard.
Otto was a great being in Niya's eyes. He was the bravest warrior and the leader that the entire tribe could trust.
Niya held the child in her left hand, and tried her best to meet it with her right hand, calling Otto's name loudly.
However, her call was drowned in the cheers of the people.
After meeting the people in his hometown, Otto's tense nerves completely relaxed. His expression became soothed. After the ship approached the shoal, he was the first to jump off the ship and pulled the rope, using the ship's inertia to forcefully pull it aground.
One by one, the leading warships loaded with cargo were deliberately stranded, and then under Otto's order, the work of moving the cargo was carried out immediately.
The people of Fort Ross happily went to check how many wonderful things the leader had brought back, but on a warship, someone untied the linen and saw the bodies of ten war dead.
The surprised expressions of those who saw this scene disappeared instantly.
They all knew these dead people, because the dead were all tribal warriors, and now they were lying in the cabin with fatal wounds.
The discovery of the dead warrior caused an uproar at the loading dock!
At this moment, when Otto landed, he did not go to the tribe's elders' meeting hall immediately, but found his wife.
Otto had already seen his wife and her infant baby.
The appearance of the wife has changed greatly, so the baby in the baby is his own child.
Otto stood in front of his wife excitedly. He ignored the instructions from other members of the tribe and instead dragged his wife to a quieter place.
The Otto family stood on a small platform made of stones. Standing here, they could have a panoramic view of most of the bay. This was also the place where the two had a private meeting when they were young.
Once upon a time, young Otto was very lucky to win the heart of the beautiful Niya. Their marriage was blessed by the elders. Otto lived up to expectations and won the competition to select the tribal leader.
But for Otto, the greatest misfortune in his forty years of life was the accidental death of his two sons.
Of course, in Scandinavia in the ninth century AD, it was very difficult for people living in bitter cold places for a baby to survive safely to adulthood.
Otto believed that he could win in the contest, and that the warriors who led the tribe always won, all because of Odin's blessing. But he doesn’t have a healthy heir. Maybe this is the price that needs to be paid?
Today, things seem to be changing.
Niya happily told her husband: "Dear Otto, this is our third son. Look at his blue eyes, how much he looks like you."
"Ah! This is my son!"
Otto was so excited that he took the child from his wife's hands tremblingly and held him up to his head.
After all, this was his son. At this moment, Otto completely forgot about the pain of the arrow wound on his left arm and continued to happily hold up his child, as if he was holding up the future of the tribe.
At this moment, Liu Li stared wide-eyed. He saw the blond man in front of him wearing a typical Viking helmet and smelling of sweat. He was actually his biological father in his own plane?
Liu Li stared at the man's weathered face, not crying or making trouble, which also surprised Otto.
"Hey! Niya, is this our baby? He's not crying at all!"
"Yes! He is very special." Niya spoke impatiently about the female elder's words: "Our Grandma Welia, she is the wisest woman in our tribe. The night I gave birth to this child, Grandma Vilia had a strange dream. She must have received a revelation from Odin, and she told me that the son of the leader of Rus will be blessed and will lead us to prosperity."
"Ah?!" Upon hearing such words, Otto's eyes suddenly changed when he saw his child.
The cute round blue eyes staring at him were no longer cute. In fact, it was Odin using the eyes of this child to gain insight into himself.
Continuing to hold the child high, Otto hesitated for a while, and finally muttered to the child: "My son, can you really inherit my career and bring prosperity to the tribe?!"
At this moment, Liu Li knew that he did not have the ability to speak, and his vocal cords were still too immature. He could only make a sound of "um, um, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," he did not know what the man holding him said.
Liu Li subconsciously hummed twice with an expressionless face, which was the so-called humming sound, which shocked the Ottos and his wife to tremble.
To both of them, the child's answer was clearly a yes.
Niya looked at Otto with wide eyes: "He responded to you."
"I already know!"
Otto slowly put down the child and looked at his lovely Niya: "We must raise him. This child must become the leader of the tribe in the future."
Niya nodded: "The elders already know about this, and they have all admitted that this child is not an ordinary person. There is only one question now. Please give him a name!"
"The elder hasn't named him yet?" Otto asked in surprise.
"How could it be? You are the leader of the tribe, and this is your child. Only you can give him a good and appropriate name."
Otto nodded. He thought for a while, and a name came to mind: "Just call him Rurik."
"Oh? Why Rurik?"
"Rurik means rich again. It's also because his brother, Ogier's son, is called Arik. The names of the two children sound very similar. Dear Niya, from now on, you will be Arik's son." Mother."
"You..." Facing her husband's sharp eyes and serious face, Niya suddenly understood another meaning here.
"Otto, is it Ogier?"
"He died in the battle." Otto said without changing his expression.
"Oh! No! He's your brother."
"But things are inevitable in battles." Otto sighed and tried to cheer up: "He died, maybe we don't need to be too sad. When he was dying, he told all of us that he saw Brentice Erte's wave. He has been recognized by the Valkyrie. Maybe Ogier has now become the heroic spirit of Valhalla. Now, at least I have brought Ogier's body back."
"You...we will bury him properly. In the tribal cemetery."
"Yes!" Otto held his Rurik in his arms and looked at Niya tenderly: "Ogier will be buried underground with his share of wealth, and his heroic spirit is in Valhalla. For Arik, From now on, he is our son."
