Attila's army retreated, which surprised Theodoric and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Looks like it's over, my boy!" Looking at the dust raised by the Huns in the distance, Theodoric's stiff face finally relaxed.

That night, the goths, who had let their guard down, finally got together to perform the revelry, and all the stored wine and meat were taken out, and the men and women drank and reveled all night long. Because in their eyes, as long as the Huns give up the attack, it means victory, yes, as they say, let them clean up the Romans, it's none of our business.

Just as everyone felt that peace was within reach, the messenger squeezed through the throbbing crowd and handed a parchment letter to Theodoric.

"What the is this?" Theodoric held the glass in one hand, and it was a wine carefully prepared by the skilled Roman brewer he had captured, yes, the brewer was absolutely loyal and reliable, and the rat would be fine if he drank it.

He was also slightly drunk, with a pair of drunken eyes, and his mouth was full of obscene and rude words, which did not make him feel uncomfortable, after all, the compatriots around him were so rude.

More than once, the Goths wanted to assimilate into Roman society, yes, the culture of the Romans made them addicted, but the contempt of the Romans made them resentful.

So they loved and hated Rome, they desperately tried to learn Roman culture, and they were so obsessed with what the Romans despised.

Deliberately using his hands without a knife and fork, saying vulgar words, and putting a sour fart, he still can't take off his barbaric coat in the sublimation and the pace towards civilization.

Yes, this is what the Romans wanted to see, because they needed a reason to despise, and of course, this is what the Goths wanted to be, because they needed a reason to hate.

A cursory glance at the parchment letter in his hand, in an instant, Theodoric I's smile froze on his face, gradually, replaced by solemnity, followed by anger, alcohol on his head, and uncontrollable anger burst out of his heart and was written on his face.

"These cunning, vile, damned Romans!" Finally, Theodoric could not control the anger in his heart, and he instantly jumped up from his seat, raised the wine glass in his hand and slammed it to the ground.

"Boom!"

The detached glass smashed into the stone on the ground and ejected several meters away, and when it hit the ground again, it was already twisted and distorted. And the wine in the cup is like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers, spilling everywhere on the nearby people.

After the roar, all the laughter and laughter present came to an abrupt end, and the soldiers and officers, men and women at the banquet all froze under this roar, and all that was left was to look at Theodoric I.

Cheering and staring in surprise all around, Theodoric gasped, and the anger in his heart did not dissipate for a minute.

"Look at what? Damn it, you lazy guys, save some food and get ready to go tomorrow! ”

"What's wrong, father?" Torrismon hurriedly got up and asked, "Is there something wrong?" ”

"The Romans forcibly tied us to their chariots, and now Attila thinks we are friends with the Romans."

"This must be a misunderstanding, father, and we may be able to negotiate with Attila."

"No possibility, my child." Theodoric stretched out his hand and motioned to Torrismond to stop talking, "The Romans are already in the position where they should stand, or rather the position they have premeditated, and they are in a state of encirclement with our position, and Attila is retreating because the Romans are coming, but we have not been aware of it. Theodoric was silent for a moment, it seemed that the venting just now calmed his mood a lot, "I thought that we could escape by being a docile sheep, but the Romans forced us to show our fangs, and now we can't hide, we can only accompany them to complete this grand war in the way the Romans want, then as they wish, we can't stay out of it anyway." ”

The next day, just as the army was about to depart, an uninvited guest came, a Hun who was evident from his countenance, and who had a letter to Theodoric.

"What does that mean?" Theodoric pointed to the letter in his hand and asked the Hun in front of him.

"My king has no intention of making enemies against you, so I hope that the Viesgoths will not intervene in the war with the Romans."

"What, what is this?" Theodoric was suddenly in doubt, and a series of questions welled up in his heart: Attila should have understood the news of their alliance with the Romans, but why did he send an envoy saying that he had no intention of making enemies with the Goths?

Theodoric couldn't help but look back at the map behind him that had not yet been collected, looked at the situation on it, and couldn't help but ask the Huns: "We don't know who Attila is, but we still remember how you drove us out of our homeland, and now, I need you to tell me why, not to choose to bypass our land?" ”

"This is a military secret, King of Visgoth, and my King Attila has no desire to share his thoughts with you."

"So which path does he need to take, especially what he wants us to be able to provide, after all, we need to know the corresponding intentions."

"Well, little corner of the Northeast. That's all I can tell you, and that's all I know. ”

"Northeast." Theodoric looked at the map, and at this time, he took a deep breath, turned his head, shook his hand, and threw the parchment in his hand at the feet of the Hun envoy.

"Those of you who lie and leave my territory with shame, Huns!" Theodoric rebuked: "You have no truth in it, like your master, go, I refuse your king's offer, this is the land of the Goths, he does not want to get anything good here!" ”

"In that case, I hope that His Excellency Theodoric will still have such an attitude in the face of heavenly punishment!" The Hun envoy was not afraid of Theodoric's rebuke, he only sneered, and withdrew from Theodoric's camp as if he had seen this result a long time ago.

Theodoric then turned his head and looked at the map of Gaul in front of him, and he stabbed Orleans, a military town in central Gaul on the border with his territory.

"Attila's ambition is not only that, he has long since lost his desire to conquer, and we can't let him succeed so easily." Theodoric muttered to himself, turning back to his son Torismon, and said, "My child, I have decided to join the war against the barbarians. ”

"As you wish, my father!" Torrismon's gaze was firm, and at this moment the father and son reached a very heavy agreement.

Attila was indeed as Theodoric described, and his conversation with Theodoric was just a formality, and he was leading his army to the border, destroying the Gothic watchtowers along the way, and heading south to Orleans.