"You are only worthy of plundering." The sound kept echoing in Diego's head, and it reminded him of the past, when he was spurned eight years ago, and still looks back like an incurable scar.

Eight years ago, an alliance of two tribes, the Vandals and the Alans, could not withstand the pressure of the Suebi and the Romans, and decided to negotiate the future of the alliance.

On one occasion in the wilderness, the Alans and Vandals of the nobles gathered late at night and sat on the ground around a bonfire. This is outside of the Alans settlement, and it is also a decision made by the Vandals to strengthen the alliance, after all, the two sides need to trust each other as a foundation.

Because of the alliance, the two leaders will have differences due to differences of opinion, so there will be quarrels in future decisions, etc., so they need to elect a common king to lead the two tribes internally. The question is very clear, whether to choose Diego, the leader of the Alans, or Gaisarric, the leader of the Vandals.

As a tribe that also migrated, although the Alans were accompanied by bloody storms along the way, compared to the Vandals who had suffered a catastrophe, they were unconsciously lucky and powerful.

Judging by the vote, it is impossible for the Vandals, who are far inferior in numbers, to give their leader Gaisaric even a slight advantage, and Diego, who has an absolute advantage, naturally feels at ease and becomes the sole king of the alliance of the two tribes.

"Now our situation has reached a very dangerous point." Gaisaryk, south of the campfire, was the first to stand up and said to the nobles on both sides: "The Suebi have rejected the request of our alliance, and they are very arrogant and arrogant in calling us God's outcasts. The Romans in Asia Minor have become aggressive again, and this place is becoming more and more unsuitable for our survival, our horses do not have enough forage, our cattle and sheep are thin, and our alliance must have room to live, and we must have enough land for our soldiers and children. ”

Gaisaric had a good idea, and even better was that his dancing speech made it feel like he and his tribe were on the verge of death. He was so powerful that the nobles around Diego couldn't help but nod their heads.

"Then Gaisarik!" One of the nobles of the Alans asked him, "Then where do you think we should go, we have traveled so far that the soldiers, their wives and children, and even the slaves are overwhelmed and unable to move forward." ”

"Good question, my friend, good question!" Gaisaric nodded repeatedly, then he stood up and stretched out his hand to the square, and said to the nobles present: "We can go south, where there is a vast land, fertile soil, and the Romans who are difficult to compete with us, and we will land on the opposite side, like the waves of a storm, sweeping away all the forces that dare to resist us at this moment." Then we get endless bread, endless milk and wine, and endless Roman women, who know how to coax their husbands, who are our favor! ”

All kinds of benefits were heard by the nobles present, their eyes revealed full of desire and greed, who doesn't want to get such a life, even if they are nobles, but they are tired of sleeping day and night.

Although they were full of disgust with the Romans, they understood it with one mouth, but in their hearts they were dissatisfied and envious of the Romans, who had cakes and wines to enjoy, and beautiful slave girls to serve carefully. This is the life of real people, and this is the way it is thought among them.

"What if we fail?" In the midst of the cheers, such a sentence came from among the nobles present, like a basin of cold water poured on everyone's bodies.

They stopped cheering and laughing, and everyone looked back, wondering which innocent guy had said such a bastard. But the Aram nobles shut their mouths when they saw the man, for this man was their leader, Diego.

Diego stood up and walked to the campfire, on the opposite side of Gaisarik, his eyes burning with a constantly beating fire, looking directly at Gaisaric in front of him, and then asked, "If we go to the south, there is a desert with no end in sight, a sea of sand that can swallow people at any moment, and it is full of death, through which only the strongest warhorses can still be crossed." ”

"Aren't our warriors the bravest?" Gaisaric looked at Diego with a puzzled expression, questioned, and then pointed at Diego and asked, "So do you have any good ideas to say for me to hear?" ”

"We can negotiate with the Romans, after all, they are now struggling to cope with so many invaders." Diego looked around at the nobles around him and said, "We can become allies of the Romans like the Visgoths, and then get a piece of Roman land to live on, so that we can get the taxes of the fiefdom Romans, and then learn their way of farming and survive on our own." ”

"Ha, it's really weak!" Gaisaric interrupted Diego directly, and he looked at Diego with contempt in his eyes. "We might as well let the Romans know how good we are with our weapons, let them negotiate with us, and then hand us a map of their country, and tell us that we have the right to find on this map a piece of land that will please us."

"Gaisarik!" As soon as Gaisarik's words fell, he saw a Vandal nobleman behind him stand up with his hands clenched into fists above his head, and then shouted Gaisarik's name loudly, and then the other Vandal nobles shouted in unison to express their determination to the Alans, which made many Aran nobles moved.

"But......" Gaisarik's radical ideas made Diego very dissatisfied, and he wanted to open his mouth to refute, but at this moment, he only heard an angry roar from behind him: "Diego! You damn thing, you don't deserve to be our leader! ”

These words made Diego stunned, and he hurriedly turned around, only to see a panting little nobleman, his face was filled with anger, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes, pointing at Diego, and his hands were trembling.

"You have defiled my wife, you ** from hell, everyone here, take care of your wives, don't let this horrible guy fall in love with your wives!"

"What do you say again?" Diego reprimanded the little nobleman, "You're totally slandering me!" ”

"Oh, oh! Take a look, take a look! At this time, Gaisarric's ridicule sounded from behind him, and he turned his head to look at the triumphant Gaisaric, and suddenly, he seemed to understand something, but how could he justify himself?

"The leader of the Alans, his poor wife can't satisfy the god-given thing under his crotch at all, so he can't bear to take a fancy to other people's wives, this terrible fellow, do you still have to be loyal to this bastard who always pays attention to the wives of his subordinates?"

"If that's the case, Diego, you're a son of a bitch!"

"Oh, damn it, damn it, liar, liar!"

"I'll just say you're going to lead us astray!"

The nobles were instigated, and they desperately pointed at Diego and scolded him, and Diego, who was the target of the public, could only stare at Gasarik silently and suffer such criticism. He wanted to resist, but in an instant, most of his power had been taken away from Gaisarik.

"You only deserve to plunder!" In the midst of the rage, Diego only heard Gaisarric's words, but it pierced his heart deeply.