"Son of Theodosius!" Attila's eyes widened, looking up and down at the small guy. Then again, what father doesn't care for his son?

Now this richly dressed officer was not a simple captive in Attila's eyes, he was now gold, a lot of gold, a statue made of gold, at least for now.

"Let him go, after all, he is a nobleman and a member of the Roman Purple Chamber, how can such a sin be bearable?" Attila beckoned and ordered his men to loosen the so-called "adopted son of Theodosius" with their short swords.

However, Attila did not intend to get too close, he had always kept a proper distance from this "little golden man", probably disgusted with the "smell" of civilized people, and he looked at this dejected fellow with a look of disdain in his eyes.

"Are you ready?"

In Attila's excitement, a Roman soldier approached the fake Luga, and the other Roman soldiers behind him hurried up to block the view of the Hun guards around him.

The fake Luga didn't look up, but nodded slightly in agreement. This was easy, and the Roman soldier took a dagger from his armor and handed it to him, hiding it in the cloak that covered his armor.

"Hey, you're a poor wretch." Attila looked arrogantly at the captives below with their heads bowed and not saying a word, his booty. "I really don't know if your father, the self-proclaimed god Theodosius, will show me a father's love for his son, or maybe, you'll be worth a good price, and you don't know if six thousand pounds of gold is enough."

The fake Luga still bowed his head and said nothing, as if he was completely ignoring Attila's words, which made Attila feel that he was offended. This makes a person in the ascendant somewhat displeased.

"Hey, Romans, our king is asking you questions, you'd better answer quickly, or I'll make you understand your current situation!" The guard officer beside Attila understood the displeasure on Attila's face, so he immediately yelled at the fake Luga, and as a threat, he even drew his iron sword with a "brush".

Seeing that the bastard still didn't move, the guard officer was even more furious, and he then yelled in Latin, "Hey, you damn bastard, I'm going to show you how good I am today, so you know you're just a prisoner!" With that, he pounced, but Attila, beside him, did not speak, acquiescing in what his guard had done.

Just as the Hun guard was about to pounce in front of the fake Luga with his weapon, the guy jerked up his head and pounced, and at this moment he didn't know when an extra dagger appeared in his hand.

"Meet ......"

The Hun guard was shocked when he saw the dagger, but he could not stop, he could only collide with the pretender who met him, and the dagger in the hand of the pretender had pierced him in the ribs, and he wanted to cry out for help and warn Attila, but just as he opened his mouth, the pretender pulled out the dagger sharply, and then stabbed it again. This action was repeated repeatedly, and the Hun guard could only stare at the sword with wide eyes.

The target of the pretender must not be the little guard officer, but Attila, who was not far behind the guard officer. He pushed the body of the guard officer and lunged towards Attila, and the Roman soldiers behind him did not dare to slacken, they roared in unison, following the pretender like a pack of charging wolves and snatching the weapons from the Hun soldiers beside him.

The whole scene was chaotic for a while, and many people were stunned, and they desperately tried to protect their weapons from being snatched by the Romans.

"Protect Attila! Protect Attila! ”

Attila's lieutenant, Golding, came to his senses in an instant, and he shouted loudly to bring the surrounding guards to their senses, and they swarmed up and surrounded the Romans.

"Attack! Offensive! The Roman soldiers shouted loudly, brandishing their looted weapons and attacking the Hun guards in front of them, all to cover the pretender.

The guards who had not gained a foothold were beaten back by the Romans, and by this time the impostor was less than five meters away from Attila.

It was too late, and the pretender pushed the dead guard officer in his hand forward, knocking down the Hun guard who was blocking in front of him, and Attila was in front of him, and the pretender raised his dagger and roared and threw himself at Attila.

"Whew!"

The Impostor's footsteps came to a halt, and he fell to his left with a choking wave, his ribcage piercing through his right ribs, and a spear shaft stood like a flag as he fell sideways.

The Roman soldiers in the back saw the pretender fall, and their eyes widened in surprise as they looked at Golding, the murderer of the pretender. He was sneering and clapping his hands as he approached Attila's side.

Attila didn't take a step back the whole time, but the smile on his face was gone, and his whole person seemed to be frozen, and it was not difficult to see his reluctance and resentment in his expression. He couldn't understand why the Romans were doing this.

"Attila, my king, what shall we do with them?" Golding asked.

"Kill, kill them all!" Attila trembled slightly from anger, his eyes were red, and he shouted orders to Golding.

"As you wish! My King! Golding's hideous expression twisted his facial features into a ball, and he led Attila's guards with his sword to pounce, drowning out all the Romans who tried to resist.

"Attila has an order! Offensive! Kill everything you can see! ”

"Attila has an order! Offensive! Kill everything you can see! ”

The herald's cavalry passed through every squad of the formation, and they relayed over and over again Attila's order, which the barbarians had been waiting for.

"Haha, I can finally kill it happily!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill these uncivilized Romans! ”

The various armies of the Huns raised their weapons and roared loudly, and under the leadership of their leader, they poured into the walls of Thessalonica, along with a large number of Hun cavalry, armed with spears in one hand and torches in the other, and rushed into the streets of Thessaloniki with the fury of Attila.

"Luga, they're coming!"

The roaring footsteps of the Hun coalition were getting closer and closer, and Luga could feel the stone slabs trembling slightly under his feet, and he stood on a simple line of wooden planks and stones on the main road in front of the council hall, and the soldiers beside him were holding spears, because the roar and heavy footsteps that were getting closer and closer in the distance made them sweat coldly, and their whole body trembled.

"They're coming! Roman! The Huns are coming! Luga yelled, "Get ready to fight!" Those who retreat and fear the war will be killed! ”