"Run, sir!"

Rollo dropped his bow and arrows, took three steps and two steps over the broken branches on the ground, grabbed my shoulders and pulled back, his sword in front of the bear.

The bear roared and pulled at the mud, and the blood from the wound stained its beautiful golden hair, and it was estimated that it was a skewer with albinism, and its fur was not as brown as other bears, showing a golden sheen that was almost whitish.

It howled angrily at the two of us, sticky saliva sliding from between its sharp teeth, and red bloodshot was already visible in its round eyes!

Although I was already scared and stupid, although I wanted to grow wings and fly away immediately, but unfortunately my limbs were sore and weak, and my crotch was also wet and hot, and it was likely that I was embarrassed to urinate incontinence.

The bear kicked up and pounced on its feet with its teeth and claws, and its stretched body was like a sail full of wind, and between the lightning and flint, I looked back on my achievements in the Middle Ages in just over two years, and I closed my eyes one after another with the emotion of my short life......

I only heard a loud bang, accompanied by the exclamation of everyone and the wail of the bear, I opened my eyes tremblingly, the crown that had not been broken was inserted diagonally, just pressing the hind legs of the bear, the exposed stubble indicated that its legs were broken, no wonder it screamed so heartbreakingly, Rollo cut off the two forepaws of the bear with a sword, the latter completely lost the strength to struggle, and roared unwillingly.

I don't know where the strength came from, my unconscious limbs were instantly full of blood, how could I miss the opportunity to beat the water dog, holding the dagger hidden in the boot with both hands, riding on the bear's head with vigorous hands, and stabbing the heavenly spirit cover between its ears with all my strength.

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"Tsk, what a rare treasure!"

Yaroslav stood at the table, caressing the smooth golden bearskin, which had a few obvious blemishes on its forehead and front paws, which were scars from the struggle, but did not affect the overall quality in the slightest.

"Look at this color and luster, it is by no means comparable to ordinary fur, God really favors you, you must know that the golden bear only exists in legends, and the god of war Sventovit is riding a golden bear and descending on the earth in the coldest time of the year, God forbid, I said the wrong thing again."

"The god of war is also difficult to ride a tiger?"

I put down the cup in my hand and said with a smile to Yaroslav, who was busy drawing crosses: "So the golden bear is really a legendary animal?" The probability of such a small thing for me to encounter, fortunately a little unbelievable, right? ”

"Not only we Lyutich, but also Swedes and Norwegians believe that the golden bear is the wife of Thor, the god of thunder, and the hair of Sif the goddess of harvest."

Yaroslav had been dealing with the Norsemen on the other side of the Strait for many years, and was naturally familiar with their myths and legends, and the two sides had much in common in terms of beliefs and lifestyles, and the powerful state of Kievan Rus' in the Dnieper Valley was first founded by the Norsemen Rurik and his descendants who came here with the tide of Viking conquest.

"Siv is the most beautiful goddess in the entire Aesir Domain, with dazzling and supple blonde hair that everyone envies, and is regarded as a symbol of a good harvest of wheat."

"The god of fire, Loki, once took advantage of Sif to take a nap and cut off her hair, so Thor was furious, and the two fought until the heavenly father Odin was inseparable, and finally in order to appease Thor's anger, Odin punished Loki and asked the dwarven blacksmith Duvarin to make up for it by using the holy fire to exercise gold wire."

"Legend has it that Brock, the dwarf who pulled the bellows for Du Hualin at that time, was jealous of his reputation, deliberately stole a piece of gold silk and threw it into the world, transforming into a golden giant bear, it is the king of all bears in the world, always thinking that one day he can return to the Aesir God Domain, and waited year after year, and now the white bears in the extreme northern ice field are all its descendants."

"I never thought there would be such a magical story."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but be interested, and carefully looked at the golden bear skin: "I originally planned to cut it to make two beautiful cloaks, this thing is good for the human body, since it is so sacred, then keep it well, maybe there will be some unexpected use in the future." ”

While instructing Rollo to carefully store the bear skin, I beckoned the attendant to hurry up and serve the food, the bear skin is priceless, and the bear meat naturally cannot be wasted, not to mention the precious bear bile.

Although this hunting trip was thrilling, I almost took my life to go in. also scrapped a pair of cowhide boots, but it was not in vain.

Fifteen days before St. Mark's Day, looking forward to the stars and the moon, finally waiting for the second group to arrive Hans, Kohler did not appear in the procession, and he brought a message to Hans, saying that there was still important business to be done.

In order not to be in a hurry to keep me from waiting too much, as soon as the weather warmed up, Leonardo and Wangcai urged Hans to go on the road, carrying a large number of supplies and craftsmen urgently needed for the construction of Neustadt, and one hundred and fifty newly trained cavalrymen, dressed in heavy armor, passed in front of the Liutich who crowded to see the bustle, their excellent equipment and the tall horses of the divine steeds, which made the barbarians jealous, and also made Yaroslav impressed with the strength of Nijmegen.

Along with the army came the families of these 150 soldiers, who sat in a horse-drawn cart with pots and pans, and after more than a month of rough sleep, with a vision of a new life and the land promised by the prime minister before departure, they came to this legendary fertile seaside, ready to accompany the men of their own family to reopen their homes together.

"My lord, I haven't seen you for so long, Hans really wants to kill you!"

Hans climbed off the horse, hugged my thighs exaggeratedly, and cried like a, snot all over my pants.

"As soon as the road is just walking, I can't hold back my eagerness to set off, my thoughts about you are like snowflakes falling from the sky, every time I think of you, a piece of the ground accumulates on the ground, and my heart has already been covered with snow......"

He squinted his little eyes, and he muttered the rhetoric he didn't know which crappy country bard he had learned, and he could really see tears flickering in the corners of his eyes, and as the veteran who had followed him for the longest time, I couldn't help but be emotional.

"Okay, okay, I know your hard work, get up quickly."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, I gently patted Hans on the shoulder, meaning that the play was almost done, there was no need to cry and grab the ground, and it was not to sweep the grave, and then let the Lyutich see the joke, but Hans would be mistaken, thinking that I was moved by his behavior, and howled even harder, and I kicked it away with disgust, and scolded angrily:

"What are you doing, people are still alive, crying like the real thing, can you afford to stain my new pants?"

Hans's sobs were stifled by my fright, and he hiccuped comically so much that I grinned, and he stood up quickly, staring at the laughing Lyutich beside him, Yaroslav the most cheerful.

"My lord, there is one more private matter I must tell you, please take a step to speak." Hans cautiously leaned into my ear and whispered mysteriously with his palms in his hands.

"What's so awkward?" I frowned and glanced at him, and subconsciously flashed to the side, and the distance between the two of them was a little.

"If there's a fart, let it go!"

Hans looked to the left and right like a thief, and stepped forward to whisper: "Lady Serena is pregnant!" ”

"Ahh

I screamed in surprise, and everyone around me thought something was going on, and they were all staring at me.

"It's not a bad thing, why are you sneaking around?"

"Why isn't it a big deal, my lord!"

Hans was startled and made an exaggerated expression: "This matter has not yet been confirmed, Lord Leonardo is asking someone to invite a professional doctor from Venice, the news is completely blocked, even Nijmegen few people know, to ensure the safety of the little lord of Nijmegen is a top priority, and it must not be made public until it is confirmed to be completely true." He said, nodding his head thoughtfully.

"And a doctor?"

I raised my eyebrows in understanding: "Okay, let Leonardo and them toss, these old men are talking about the heirs in my ear every day, and now that Serena has moved, I'm afraid they are even more concerned than me." ”

That being said, I have long been happy in my heart, as a time-traveler, I lived well in the Middle Ages, and gradually mixed up, and soon had my own offspring, the excitement is indescribable, no matter in the past or the present life, becoming a father is a happy event.

On April 25, St. Mark's Day, the author of the Gospel of Mark, a faithful associate of the apostle Peter and the apostles Paul and Barnabas, fought for him.

As the patron saint of Venice and Egypt, the symbol is the famous golden winged lion, canonized after the death of Alexandria.

As May approaches, the moist air blowing from the ocean warms the ground, the soil is soft and fertile with the water from the melting snow, and the meadows and forests are covered in green again. Animals in heat often roar heart-rending at night, making people upset and unable to sleep.

It was already the season of sowing in the north, and the people who had moved with the army from Nijmegen had all taken to their own land, along the Neustadt Castle, to the vast grassy slope in the middle of the forest opposite, next to the camp of the Lyutić.

The fruits of their labor will be the best example of educating the barbarians to civilize without risking their lives to rob and hunt. As long as they rely on their hard work, everyone can feed their families.