Ulf was sitting on the pier, looking at the longships neatly placed on the shore of the pier. These five longships originally belonged to Hrov, but now they have become his private property. It can be said that he is now East Hamar The richest people.
Of course, in addition to long boats that can travel long distances, there are also small boats made by fishermen for fishing. This small boat can only accommodate two people, and can just put the fish in the sea into the cabin, and then bring them back for processing and hang them on the It is dried on wooden racks on the shore and is also one of the food sources of the Norse people.
"What is he doing?" Ange stood at the door of the lord's house, looking at Ulf sitting quietly on the dock in the distance, and asked Vargas curiously.
"I don't know, but I know that Ulf must have thought of something." Vargas' mouth seemed to be unable to stop. He was holding a piece of rye bread and chewing it.
"Are you very confident in Ulf?" Ange crossed her arms. She was wearing a plaid woolen shawl, and her silver hair was flowing in the wind.
"I only know that when he is silent, he is scarier than when he speaks." Vargas shrugged his shoulders. He finished the rye bread in several mouthfuls, spat out the wheat husks, and rubbed his nose. He yawned and prepared to go back to the bedroom to catch up on his sleep. For him, he was more willing to pick up an ax and fight than to think.
Ange glanced at Vargas who was leaving. She then looked at Ulf, her heart filled with complicated emotions. Logically speaking, she should resent him. After all, her biological father Hrov was killed by him. Killed, but Hrov's evil deeds are obvious, and it seems that this matter cannot be blamed on Ulf. The contradiction makes Ange hope that he can see Ulf more clearly.
"It turns out we can do this." Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew up from the valley, and then ruffled the originally calm sea surface. The whining sound made Ulf think deeply. He stood up as if he suddenly realized, Shouting to the sea, the people who were working looked at Ulf in surprise, wondering what the hell happened to their lord.
"Hahaha~~." But the children were very happy. They ran around Ulf carefree and shouted in the direction of the sea.
"Yes, I thought of it." The excited Ulf jumped up and down. He took the children's hands and jumped up happily on the shore.
"Odin, what's going on?" When the busy women of East Hamar saw the crazy-looking Ulf, they couldn't help but laugh at each other and shake their heads as they passed by.
"Pfft." Ange couldn't help laughing as he looked at Ulf who was carefree playing with the children on the shore. But Ulf bent down and picked up a smooth pebble and moved towards it. The sea threw it over.
"Plop~~." The stone fell into the sea, causing waves of ripples.
The ripples gradually rippled towards the distance, subtle but firm. In the distant Merle chiefdom, Smolanyar of the Kamal tribe was walking contentedly in his village. Kamal was his most important The stronghold therefore had tall wooden walls. Merchants in the market stacked their goods next to the tents and tried their best to sell goods to the ruler.
"There will be fewer merchants in winter, but trade is the foundation of Kamal. We must pay attention to pirates." Smolan Yar told the warriors wearing leather armor and iron helmets as they walked.
"Don't worry, Earl. Our people are on guard everywhere. They will blow their horns as soon as the pirates appear." As the military commander of Smolanyar, Yaot Vadil managed Kamal's defense. He looked up. Look, the vigilant guards on the wall are patrolling with bows on their backs.
"Very good. I heard that Gotland was plundered by pirates. You should be more alert in winter. Those lawless wanderers and tribes with ulterior motives may take risks." Smolanyar walked to the gate. , patted the strong city gate with his hand, and warned again.
"I understand, Lord Earl." Yaot Wadil replied immediately.
Smolanyar was a cautious ruler, especially since his neighbor had just been attacked by raiders not long ago. He would not make the same mistake. After inspecting the defenses, he took a step toward himself. He walked to the lord's house, where his wife, concubines and lovely children were waiting.
"Do you want to go on inspection today?" When Smolanyar walked into the warm house, his young and beautiful wife quickly stepped forward and took off his cloak, shook the snowflakes on it, and said to him.
"Yes! We must not take it lightly." Smolanyar sat on the chair. He took the ale brought by the concubine and drank it down in one gulp when he was thirsty.
"Hahaha." On the soft bearskin spread beside the fireplace, Smolanyar's three children were laughing and playing with each other with small wooden swords in their hands, while another concubine sat lovingly on the bearskin. Looking at these children, no matter which of them gave birth to the children, they all treated them equally.
"Ah, I really hope they can grow up quickly." Looking at his warm little family, Smolanyar couldn't help but said with emotion. In this cruel era, he didn't want to take risks like other Vikings, nor did he want to invade. Other people's territories only want to be able to protect their families and territories.
"Yes, but in the long winter, I hope we have stored enough food and wine, and with the blessing of Odin, we will gain peace and prosperity." Smolan Yar's wife sat on the armrest of the chair, she prayed .
"Yes." Smolanyar hugged his wife, kissed her hair and face, and looked at the beating flames in the fireplace. He hoped that he could have an adventurous heart and be able to drive in the vast sea. In a lone boat, he dueled with the terrifying siren, just like the Beowulf sung by the bards.
But he really couldn't let go of his wife and children, which made him use high-sounding reasons to dismiss his friends' requests for MapleStory. From then on, no one disturbed his peace and tranquility, but the seeds of unwillingness were also planted.
"Lord, a caravan is coming." At this moment, Yaot Vadil strode in, breaking Smolan Yar's peaceful family life.
"Oh, how many people are there?" Smolanyar immediately frowned and asked. If there were too many people, he would immediately close the city gate until the identity of the other party was confirmed.
"There are only six of them," Yaotwadil said to Smolanyar.
"Well, report it to me after a thorough investigation." Stranyar breathed a sigh of relief, but did not relax his vigilance. He handed the empty wine glass to his concubine and said.
The caravan was very ordinary. They led the pack oxen and walked slowly into the city gate. The guards vigilantly checked their goods. Most of them were goods such as fabrics, amber and iron ore. They were not expensive but very practical. Women love these yellow baubles, the fabrics can be made into clothes, and the iron ore is sold to blacksmiths to make farm tools and weapons.
"What do you do?" Suddenly, the guard holding a spear saw a young man wearing a gray hood among the crowd. He did not bring any goods, and he did not look like a businessman.
When the guards saw that the strange man was silent, they quickly stepped forward to surround him with weapons in hand. If he acted even slightly irregularly, these guards would kill him immediately.
"Woooooo~~." But at this moment, with a breath, the man opened his hood, revealing a young and handsome face. He held a white long wind instrument in his hand and pointed it inside. When it was played, it immediately made a pleasant sound.
"Dear guard~, I am a bard who has come from afar, please listen to me."
The man was Ulf. He was wearing a bright yellow linen shirt. He was playing a bone flute and speaking loudly. His clear voice made the guards stunned.
"A long time ago, King Hrothgar of ancient Denmark was holding a grand celebration in the palace. Unexpectedly, the feast attracted the monster Grendel. It was looking for food outside at this time, and it came to the palace to kill people. 10 Two years later, the monster continued to do evil. The news spread to a tribe called Geat in Sweden, and King Beowulf bravely went there. Then, Beowulf used his heroic wisdom and extraordinary fighting power to kill Grendel. .
At the celebration party, Grendel's mother came for revenge and was eventually killed by Beowulf in the cave. Beowulf received praise from the Danish king and numerous treasures for his heroic deeds. In the fiftieth year after Beowulf returned to Geat's rule, a fire-breathing dragon appeared. It was furious because the treasure it guarded was stolen and destroyed everywhere. At this time, Beowulf went to war again, but after he beheaded the dragon, he himself was injured by the dragon and died heroically.
The Geats ended with a grand funeral for Beowulf. They dedicated all the treasures in the treasure to the king. The women sang desolate songs. In the raging fire, they were the gentlest and kindest. , the bravest and greatest king is gone forever, returning to dust to dust. "Ulf recited the story of Beowulf quickly and concisely. Although it was short, it was extremely wonderful in the eyes of the North people who like poetry.
