king of ros

Chapter 25 The Legendary Homecoming
After handing over the head of the Chude warlord to his grandfather, Rostislav naturally won the first prize in this battle. After all, he was the one who took down the head of Alar.

As a result, Prince Nuocheng won a lot of spoils, and Alar's personal collection belonged to him.

It's just that the warlord gave away most of the treasures to buy people's hearts, and the prince didn't get many things.

Among the trophies, the most valuable was the helmet inlaid with a huge ruby, which Rostislav gave to Gevalan.

Faced with this princely gift, the always silent captain accepted the gift solemnly. Rostislav looked at him and understood that since then, he has finally become the real lord in this person's heart.

The rest of the spoils were distributed to his men. Rostislav knew how important a reputation for generosity was to a prince. A northern warrior was always willing to follow the generous man. As the Alemanni proverb goes: jewels wield swords.

Grandfather sent Alar's head to Nuocheng, announcing the victory of the war and the end of the war.

After three days of carnival in the mountain castle, the main force of the coalition forces set off again after leaving some of the defenders, and returned to the prosperous Nordic city in a triumphant song, while behind them was the burning land of Estonia.

Estonia suffered heavy losses in this three-month conquest. A large number of Chude people either died or were sold into slavery. The Ross people also controlled several key points in this land and strengthened their control over the Chude tribes.

The remaining tribes are still ready to move, but not against the Ross people, but against their compatriots. The coalition forces destroyed many tribes, and now they have left, but isn't the land still there?

So within a few days after the coalition forces left, the land was full of fighting and fighting again. The people of Chude began to shed blood continuously for the ownership of a mountain, a valley, and even a lean cow. Everything was the same as usual. This is The daily life of these savages.

On the way home of the coalition forces, the people who had earned a lot of money sang the hymns of war and looked forward to a better life in the future.

The occasional sobbing in the queue of slaves was so miserable compared to this happy atmosphere, but no one cared about them, who would care about what a group of commodities were thinking? Even Rostislav hardened his heart and ignored all these exist.

While marching, Rostislav handed over the letters he had obtained from the mountain fortress to his grandfather.

But the wise man just put it away after reading it, and didn't make any reaction, but asked Rostislav to keep it a secret.

Prince Nuocheng couldn't help but feel disappointed, but the world is like this, the possibility of getting what he wants immediately is too low, and his grandfather knows the real existence of the conspiracy, which is already a great success.

When they arrived in Nuocheng, the returning army enjoyed the welcome of the city. The crowd covered both sides of the street, and everyone was cheering for the victory. Bishop Lucca led the church members to sing praises for the victory of the Grand Duke.

Every expeditioner's bag is full of wealth, and the family members of the expeditioners are overjoyed at the return of their father and brother. They also brought back spoils from afar, enough for the family to buy some precious production tools, or simply pass the time. Good day.

Moreover, the slave market in Nuocheng has experienced a sharp drop in prices due to the recent influx of goods, and the wealthier families in Nuocheng have several Chude slaves.

The city's dignitaries were excited about the Grand Duke's victory, because it meant that more goods that could be sold to the south would flood into the market, and they could earn more.

As for the grand duke himself, he had solved the troubles in the north, strengthened the authority of Kyiv, and obtained evidence of the conspiracy, which was also rewarding.

Rostislav gained a lot. He proved himself to the Grand Duke, made his father's personal army truly loyal, performed martial arts in front of the dignitaries of all Rus, and won the glory enough to be sung in ballads.

Prince Nuocheng understood that he would be on the table from now on, even though he was just a small player on the table, he would be on the table after all.

In the eyes of the world, he will not be a prince who is slaughtered, but a prince who fights vertically and horizontally.

It can be said that in today's big northern city, everyone is very happy, and everyone has money to spend. Nuocheng has once again become a city of carnival, immersed in the joy of victory, and the air is full of joy.

Drunken alcoholics can be seen everywhere on the street, full of cheers for the war.

Every night, several drunkards would freeze to death. The corpse collector has been very busy recently, but even so, the tavern was still full of drinkers from morning till night.

As for Rostislav, even though he had sprinkled a lot of gold and silver, he still made a lot of money. The nobles and businessmen in Novo City sensed the change in the political atmosphere, and they rushed to send gifts to please this man whom they had never cared about. Ke Maharaja.

Not long after, Harald decided to leave Nordic. The war in Estonia was over, the soldiers had rested and their pockets were full, and the king's spoils were sold for various supplies. It was time to return home.

Yaroslav did not keep His Majesty the king, but sent a large number of treasures. The son-in-law was invited to help him, and since he wanted to leave, he should send it away.

On the beach of the Baltic Sea, everyone sent the "Northern Thunder" away together. The Norwegian king said his final farewell to everyone under the backdrop of the sails. Behind him were heavily armed Norse warriors. Among other things, it was the king's promise that they might join in the great plunder.

The fleet at sea is ready to fight, and it may encounter the Danish fleet at any time from the beginning. At that time, it will be a fierce battle at sea.

The farewell to Prince Norcheng was the last. Harald gave him an exquisite silver cross, but even though it was a cross, the shadow of a hammer could be seen vaguely. Hammer of Er.

Rostislav knew what was going on, the beliefs in the north were not as pious as those in the south, and the god on the cross was still unfamiliar to most people, so why not make the cross into a more familiar style, and maybe The pagan gods will give shelter when they see this.

Prince Nuocheng couldn't help but took a deep look at the king, but he didn't say anything—you can't talk about faith.

"Put this thing away, if necessary, Riga will help you."

After leaving these words, the two-meter-tall giant rowed the boat neatly and sailed to the flagship, his actions were still so full of strength.

After the king boarded the ship, with the blowing of horns one after another, the Norse fleet across the world embarked on the journey again.

Rostislav clutched the cross and watched the Norwegian fleet go away under the sun. He couldn't help feeling melancholy. The King of Norway treated him very gently and kindly. His majesty's advice helped him a lot during the procession, and he couldn't help but think about the future. This majesty died in action in England.

But this kind of emotion only lasted for a while. There are still more than ten years before the battle where Harald died, and after he came to this era, whether that battle will still exist is a question.

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