"Smack!"

There was a crisp sound of an iron cup falling on the ground in the room, and then Kevin. Sain's roar.

"I'll kill him and drown them all in the sea!" Kevin. Seon roared, like a thunderous lion, roaring and shattering everything in sight.

He had never experienced such a disgrace, and this was no different for the always proud nobleman of Sain, everything was new, and the former enemy came from the sea and from the sea, and on a scale he had never seen before.

"Theon, now is not the time to be angry, after all, anger can make people lose their minds." Someone was admonishing him not to be angry, but the response was Kevin. Sain roared even more.

"Don't you see? My friend! Kevin. Sain then roared, "They come from the sea, and they keep coming, do you see? You don't see, my hands were as heavy as lead, my axes were stained with the flesh of the damned Romans, and the corpses were piled up, but the ships appeared on the sea, and the Roman soldiers were like waves. Tell me, tell me, how do I kill them all? ”

Kevin. The guy Seine questioned was a Roman named Tiberius Vius, the former Roman nobleman who had started the Bagauda movement in Gaul, Belgium. Of course, in the face of this former enemy, he is now their loyal friend, an ally in the common rebellion against Luga.

"I'll go back and mobilize the old Roman nobles of Lendinlum, and consider whether you can compromise with them a little bit and give them some advantage, and maybe they'll be happy to help you." Tiberius trembled at Kevin. Sein whispered.

"What?" Kevin. Seon could tell the surprise he was trying to express in his tone, and he walked up to Tiberius, bent down, and stared at Tiberius with his eyes fixed on him. The fierce and questioning gaze that shot out of his eyes made even Urgen, who was sitting next to Tiberius, shudder. "Let me, bow my head and plead with those sick-ridden so-called nobles?" Saying that, Kevin. Sein's eyes turned red in an instant.

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant." Tiberius realized that his words and ideas had seriously offended the leader of the Saxon tribe. He yelled at Kevin. Sain waved his hand again and again to prove his innocence to him, which was also a helpless move, after all, he had no power and no power, and he had lost everything in the protracted war with Luga.

But the war did not take him away, it only cost him his comrades and troops, and the only thing that strengthened him was his hatred of Luga. He became a lobbyist in Luga's path, inciting all the forces that could be against him, even if they were no match for Luga's army.

"That will give us a better chance of winning, yes, yes, we can unite and drive these damned Romans into the sea." Tiberius was very sincere, and he looked up at Kevin. Sain, his eyes full of eager longing, he longed for Kevin. Sain was able to take his advice, and although it could not be said that he could definitely stop Luga, it was no problem to be a huge obstacle in his path!

"Asking for the help of the Romans, and then attacking the Romans, do you want me to be caught between the front and back and die completely? Tiberius Vius! "Speaking of which, Kevin. As if it had suddenly occurred to him, he continued: "Oh, I seem to understand, Tiberius, I almost forgot that you are a Roman, and that you left with your father not long after you were born, and then fled back to the other side of the sea. You claimed that you did not coexist with Rome, and I was stupid enough to believe you, and now you have me united with the Romans in the city, lest I be prepared to stab me in the back with the dagger that I have prepared when the two armies meet, my friend! ”

"No, it's not, I'm not ......"

No matter how Tiberius explained, his words would have turned pale, for the title of Roman had become the greatest obstacle to him and anyone else who could resist the power of Luga. This is also a fact that he has to accept, and he cannot change it.

Tiberius never spoke again, knowing that no matter how much he justified it, it was an excuse for him to cover up his "evil intentions", and he no longer responded.

"Probably just like I said." Seeing Tiberius without saying a word, Kevin. Seon was filled with great satisfaction, and he seemed to have pierced the man's intentions, and was immensely pleased with his wit.

"I don't care at all to lay down my position to the nobles who are cowering in the city and only flattering us, you Romans are incomparably hypocritical and untrustworthy." Kevin. "I have sent my best riders on the fastest horses to carry the news of the arrival of the Romans to the other tribes, and it will not be long before the countless reinforcements will overwhelm the Romans like an ocean!" ”

Although it is the barbarians of those so-called civilized populations, Kevin. As a nobleman and the leader of the tribe, Seon faced the Roman who was "exposed" in front of him, whether to kill or release him, but he made a difficult mistake here.

"Sain! Thain! ”

At this time, there was an exclamation from outside the house, Kevin. Sain hurried back and saw a soldier running in recklessly.

"Oh, you're rude." Kevin. Sean frowned and complained to the soldier, "You've completely made my guests feel uncomfortable like this, damn it, tell me, what's going on?" ”

"Ro, Romans!" The soldier replied breathlessly, "Here come the Romans, Theon, the Romans!" ”

"What?" Kevin. Sain didn't believe that Luga would attack in such a quick time without even thinking about waiting for the army to regain his strength or something. "How many of them came?"

"Thousands, Sein, there are so many of them, they even carry trebuchets."

"Damn it, damn it!" Kevin. Sain's hands clenched, he gritted his teeth, his eyes on fire.

"Theon, what are we going to do?"

"Prepare for war, let everyone who can take up arms go." Kevin. Sein is desperate, no reinforcements exist, and now, he can only rely on himself.

He grabbed the iron sword that his father had handed him down, and what his father called it Dragon's Breath, made of meteoric iron, was the sharpest weapon of its time. He held the sword in his hand, stared at the sword body, stunned for two seconds, didn't know what he was thinking, came back to his senses, was ruthless, turned around and walked out of the house with the dragon's breath.

By this time the streets were in disarray, and all the Saxons who were still able to fight, even the wounded, were gathering their equipment and heading out of the town, and by this time the Roman army had lined up their attacking arrays and was ready for battle.

"Reload!"

The slingers began to get busy.