In the house of the great chief of Curonia, the nobles were arguing endlessly. They blamed each other for the defeat. The candles in the house were flickering, and the shadows of the people were shaking on the roof and around.
Next to the throne of the great chief, sat the widow and children of the great chief. The widow's head was decorated with turquoise and gems. Curonians like to weave geometric patterns on their clothes. The widow's blue color The skirt has a round neck with a circle of triangular gold thread, and a luxurious pendant is worn around the neck.
The chief's three youngest sons were fighting with each other in a bewildered manner, and the widow looked even more helpless.
"That guy Otok will definitely rely on the force of the Vikings to force us to recognize him as the new chief." A Curonian noble said angrily to others.
"Even so, it is impossible for us to admit that the person who broke the sacred oath becomes the chief." The nobles in the room immediately spoke in unison and said in a rough voice.
"So who should we support as the new chief?" At this time, a brown-haired noble looked at the others and asked them.
"That's right, we don't have a leader now. It would be terrible if the Vikings attack." The old silver-haired noble was worried, his green eyes were full of fear. On the battlefield with Ulf, he I saw the powerful force and bloodshed of the Vikings.
"The great chief has so many sons, we can always choose one." The Curonian noble sitting behind the table glanced at the children surrounding the widow and said playfully.
"They are too young to lead a war." Soon, some nobles voiced their objections. The vacancy of the throne would be a rare opportunity. The children left by the great chief were too young, and the widow's family was very weak. .
"My lords, please consider the bloodline of the great chief. Yael will be an excellent leader." After hearing the nobles' words, the widow suddenly became anxious. She knew that once these nobles made a decision, they would abandon the great chief. Heirs, then your children will never have the right to inherit land and property.
"Hahaha." However, the widow's words caused a roar of laughter. The nobles looked at the young son who was pushed forward by the widow. He was only eight years old, with a snotty nose and an innocent and stupid face.
"You have all sworn a sacred oath to my husband." The widow was shocked. She tried to control the fear in her heart, pulled the children around her, and slowly stood up from her seat.
"Yes, but we need a commander." The silver-haired old noble frowned. He bowed to the widow, but his words were not polite.
"We abide by our oath and will protect them, but who will protect our interests?" Some nobles waved their hands impatiently, and roars echoed in the room.
"Wow~~." The noble's voice frightened the widow's children into crying, which further confirmed that these children were unable to protect the interests of the nobles.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" The widow slumped helplessly on the seat, regretting in her heart why the chief died so early, leaving her children without shelter.
Just when the house was in chaos, a horn sounded outside, and all the quarrels stopped abruptly, leaving only the simple crying of the children and the low sobs of the widow.
"What happened?" The nobles looked at each other in surprise. They hurriedly opened the wooden door and walked out.
People outside the house hurriedly evaded, as if they were encountering a savage beast. Some of them even couldn't escape and fell heavily to the ground.
"The enemy, the Vikings are coming." A Curonian warrior hurried forward, came to the nobles, and said to them.
"What?" The silver-haired Curonian noble was shocked. He raised his head and looked outside, very confused.
This territory is far away from the Viking fortress and hidden in the jungle. It is impossible for people who do not know the great emirate of Curonia to discover this perfect safe place.
"It's Ottok." Suddenly, the silver-haired Curonian noble thought of something and took a breath. Only Ottok could understand the Great Emirate of Curonia so well.
"Damn it," the Curonian nobles scolded.
Already, but their hearts were filled with fear and anxiety. When they were summoned to the meeting here, they didn't bring many soldiers with them. Once they were surrounded, they would be unable to fight back.
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In the dense jungle, there is only one path hidden in the bushes, which was specially left by the Curonians. It is difficult for outsiders to find it without paying attention. Blue berries can also be seen between the bushes.
"Woo." Otok rode on the horse and looked at the berries in the bushes. He used to run among them when he was a child, picking these berries wantonly and stuffing them into his mouth to taste the sweet and sour taste.
Unexpectedly, one day, I would lead a foreign army to this sacred territory. The reason why it is said to be sacred is because it is said to be the place where the ancestors of the Curonians made their fortune.
The ancestors of the Curonians came from the far east. In order to avoid the terrible enemies, they chose to settle in this area with a mild climate and not too cold climate, and opened up a new home.
"Otok, are you ready?" At this time, Luther led the Viking warriors around Otok and said to him.
"Ready." Ottok nodded slightly. He took a deep breath and looked forward. With his hands stained with the blood of the warchief, he had no chance to retreat.
"Go forward." Luther reached out and waved behind him. A large number of Viking warriors carrying bucklers on their backs and holding axes and spears walked towards the place where the Curonians were left.
Soon, a village surrounded by simple wooden walls appeared in front of them. It was originally an undefended place, but now such a large number of Vikings suddenly appeared, making the Curonians on the watchtower extremely frightened. A warning horn was blown hastily.
"Are they really going to gather here?" Luther stood next to Ottok, holding a long-handled ax, focusing on this poorly defended village, and asked in confusion.
"Of course, whenever a major event occurs, the nobles will gather here to discuss." Ottok pursed his lips and explained to Luther with a complicated mood.
"Very good." Luther smiled and reached out to touch the beard on his chin. The gathering of nobles in one place saved them a lot of trouble.
"Ho~~~."
The Viking warriors took off the round shields on their backs. They stared at the village like hunters staring at their prey, and struck the shields with their axes, making bursts of banging sounds and war roars. .
