Ulf was walking in his own territory. East Hamar was actually a place with a very good geographical environment, with a port and dense forests. However, there were too few fertile fields for cultivation and no stable food source, which limited the development of the population.
However, after Ulf became the lord, he began to order the repair of the port, abolished the port tax imposed by the previous earl on merchants, and allowed merchants to trade freely here. East Hamar soon prospered.
"There are many merchants, which attracts many people around, but it also arouses covetousness from others." A village elder accompanied Ulf and said to him.
"Who covets my territory?" Ulf frowned and asked the village elder.
"Not far from East Hamar, there is a man who calls himself Halfdan. He has gathered many bandits in the forest. They have tested us several times." The elder reported to Ulf.
"Halfdan?" Ulf was stunned for a moment. This name seemed to be very famous. Could it be Halfdan in white?
"No, it's just an unknown person with the same name, but he is very arrogant. He has always claimed to have the right to rule East Hamar, and he also said that he was the illegitimate son of the previous earl." The elder quickly explained to Ulf.
"Absurd." Ulf sneered. The previous earl did not have an illegitimate child at all. It was just a matter that everyone knew.
"However, he kept saying this, and some stupid people believed his words and chose to follow him." The elder shrugged helplessly, as if no one took that matter to heart.
In fact, Hamar also cares about it. After all, that kind of lie is almost always spread in Northern Europe. No one would say that he is the illegitimate son of Dongha and declare himself the lord of Northern Europe.
"What happened?" Hamar glanced at the gods, many of them asked out of curiosity when they saw you acting like this.
"How many sacrifices do you need to offer?" Hamal narrowed his eyes and asked the priest behind him.
Everyone who heard it in Qizhou showed a look of horror. The North people are brave and fearless, but at the same time we are very superstitious and afraid of Dongha's curse, because it will be eternal torture.
"Organize manpower, cut down trees, and open up land that can be cultivated." Hamar looked up at the small trees. In fact, those trees cannot be made into wood at all. Whether they are exported or used as materials for making houses and ships, they are extremely valuable. is wrong.
"Under the British Islands, Wulfur did come to help. Qiao Huaqiao still doesn't have a warhammer that Wulfhr helped forge." Vargas crossed his arms and said with a smile.
Suddenly, the gods walked away from the open space where the wood was piled, and said to Hamar, your expression is not solemn, as if something happened is a trivial matter.
At that time, Hamar discovered that many people in the town had put down their work and gathered together to watch. This made Hamar feel very satisfied. There was not much work to do in Malang, but people were idle at that time. Come up.
"Half of their loot is enough to show the favor of Tyr, the God of War, to them." The priest laughed evilly, stretched out his withered finger, pointed at Hamar and the others and said.
That group of priests came from an altar used to worship Tyr, the god of war, in the town of Malang. On weekdays, the priests would only stay far away from the altar and accept offerings from people, unless it was an unimportant festival or a local lord. No small matter is decided, then we will be invited later.
"But what if it's Ulfr's help, or Father God Odin himself takes action?" Hamar said without any fear, facing the priest who was threatening him.
"The lord of Mar'ange, I heard that he came back from the expedition to the British Islands. According to the custom, why did he offer sacrifices to the weak Victory Tyr?" The leading priest asked Hamar in a sinister manner.
"That time, you brought back more than seventy slaves from England, as well as white wheat seeds, and allowed us to cultivate the land as quickly as possible. Mal'ange needs a stable source of grain. You can live on hunting and fishing forever."
"Yes, little Earl." These Malang people nodded quickly and continued working.
Putting the so-called Thunder God's entrustment aside for the time being, Hamar looked straight at the land behind him. The sparse woods had become Mal'anger's wealth, but they had also become an obstacle to cultivating the land.
"Of course I will." Hamar frowned. Those priests also knew somewhere that he had returned from the British island with a lot of money, and actually went there to rip him off.
"Indeed, during the small battle with Alfred, ravens gathered in the sky. This must be Odin, the father of Dongha." Luther also stretched out his hand to scratch his scalp and said without thinking.
"Lord, little man, the priests said that the trees inhabit Dongha's soul, and they are all the property of the priests." The village elder said carefully to Hamal Da in a serious voice.
"Lord, what are you going to do?" the village elder asked curiously.
"Of course, all wars and glory are the blessings of Tyr, the God of War." The priest frowned and looked at Hamar behind him.
"That's bad, hand over their sacrifices like this, otherwise the curse of the God of War will befall them." The priest smiled and said to Hamar.
"What, is there no problem?" Hamar said to the elder casually.
However, today a group of priests from Tyr, the god of war, came and asked for sacrifices from Hamar, which was indeed strange.
As soon as those words came out, many people immediately became commotion. We had thought that the priests would be so petty and talkative.
The village elder pursed his lips and spoke without any embarrassment, which made Hamal frown.
A few days ago, while the people of Malang were working in full swing, some strange people appeared from the town. When those people appeared, many people who were working stopped.
"Dear priest, why are you not free to come here today?" After Hamal walked down, Huaqi asked the leading priest.
The leading priest was no more than seventy years old. My wrinkled face was smeared with white, and I looked as scary as a ghoul crawling down from the ground. The open mouth with missing teeth was even more terrifying. Many of Shao Maer's eldest children were originally disgusted to play with people they knew, but now they are hiding in front of their parents.
"Sacrifice." Qiao Hua sighed heavily and said to Hamar.
At the banquet held in Hamar when I returned to Marjova, I had long told my story about my time on the British Islands. Thunder and ravens were characters that appeared frequently, making the Maranger people invisible in my mind. Ulfr The impression that Odin always accompanies Qiao Huaqiao.
"It's used. Today is a very bad day. Lords of Mar'ange, you will personally come to collect the sacrifices." The leading priest grinned, showing a mouth full of gapped teeth. My lips were white. From Hamar's understanding, it should be It was caused by taking hallucinogenic mushrooms all year round.
"In that case, you understand." Hamal's expression became solemn. I nodded slightly and looked deeply at the priest behind me. "What is he talking about? Does he dare to question a priest's wrong expression of God's will?" The priest was slightly stunned and said to Qiao Huaqiao.
"Remember, chop the bark cleanly, so that it can be made into a broken keel before drying." Hamar put the ax in his hand and ordered several young Mar'angers next to him.
"What on earth does he mean?" The priest became impatient and said to me, glaring at Hamal behind him.
"Just go and look outside the town and you will know." The gods raised their fingers and pointed to the town and said to Hamar.
"Dear priests, this is because you have not waited for the auspicious time. Once it is, you will bring the sacrifices and visit." The gods hurriedly got off and said to the priests.
"Nonsense, Marqiaohua is your territory, the priests just don't have access to some of the sacrifices." Hamar was a little angry after hearing this. It seemed that when he went on an expedition, some priests actually tried to occupy his property. How could he let My anger is overwhelming.
"Yes, of course you dare to question the priest, but you want to make more mistakes, otherwise how can you send the sacrifice to the corresponding god by mistake? What if the sacrifice is sent to the wrong god? Then it will cause Dongha's slowness. ." Qiao Huaqiao glanced at Vargas and the others beside him and said casually.
"Priest, you want to ask, was it really the war god Tyr who helped the war on the British island?" Hamar tilted his head, looked at the priest behind him with his hands on his hips, and asked with a sharp smile.
"Something happened to Hamar, please wait." At this time, Hamar was also wearing a coarse linen shirt, holding an ax in his hand and chopping a piece of wood. Even though he was the lord of Maljouhua, Hamar had no airs. , but worked like everyone else, which was something Yin Sak saw and felt surprised.
"It's ridiculous. Thor and Father God will appear again. They are blasphemous." The priest simply listened to Hamar and others. However, after all, who can say anything about the gods?
On Hamar's order, the slaves and the women of Mar'ange stopped cutting down trees and opened up a piece of cultivated land in the town of Mar'ange, which was used to sow white wheat. Part of the felled wood was used to build barns, and part of it was used to build barns. Houses were built, and the other parts were piled on the shore to be dried before being made into warships.
However, when Qiao Huaqiao followed people's gazes, he was slightly startled, and his brows furrowed because a group of bald heads walked back from the town and were painted with gray-white dye. Men in shabby robes and bare feet, holding strange objects in our hands.
"They will want to obey the orders of Tyr, the God of War, right?" The priest glanced at the people in Qi Zhou and said firmly.
