When Kessel brought the instructions from Constantinople to the Council of Carthage, all the nobles present were silent, and they all looked at Gesaric who sat at the top.

After years of erosive life, Gaisarik's body has long been out of shape, but the fat fills his body, but it does not stick to his head.

His fat palms were like bear's paws, and I saw him clutching the parchment from Constantinople, so angry that his fat body was rising and falling.

Kessel knew he was in trouble, and the reason for all this was probably revealed on such a parchment.

"This is the answer you got after running so many miles and spending so long?" Gaisarik held the parchment letter in his hand and showed it to Kessel, his tone full of questions.

"Yes, yes, oh, no, no, my king, listen to me......" Kessel hurriedly waved at Gaisaric as he tried to defend himself.

At this time, Kessel's gaze could no longer be concentrated, his gaze wandered around, and he could even see the surroundings through the afterglow, and the noble military attaches around him looked at Kessel with resentment and murder in their eyes, which is not surprising to the Vandals, after all, they only ask for people who can get things done, not to come back alive and mess things up.

"Listen to me, hear me explain my king!" Kessel wanted to defend himself, he stretched out his right hand to his chest, and said to Gesaric with a sworn face: "Didn't we correspond in the first place? You agreed, we can pay that much tribute. ”

"Oh? Is it? ”

Gaisaric glanced around at the nobles, whose eyes were full of confusion. They looked at Gaisaric as if they were questioning Gaisarik: Is all this true?

Gaisaric wondered if admitting Kessel at this time would make the nobles think that he was just as a coarse ass like Kessel.

As mentioned earlier, Gaisarik was covered in heavy fat, but he didn't have any of these greasy and ugly things in his head.

"Are you slandering me?" Gaisaric snorted coldly and looked at Kessel in front of him with disdain, "I, look at me!" ”

Gaisaric leaned back, changed to a comfortable position and lay down on the seat, lowered his head, and squinted at Kessel in front of him, "You should know what kind of sin it is to openly slander me!" ”

Kessel took a deep breath, his eyes wide as he stared at Gaisaric and the other nobles present.

"Look at you, look at what you brought back!" Gessaric shouted at Kessel in his voice like a duck's voice, "Not only is there more to be paid than the original tribute, but all the tributes that have not been paid before!" Where do we have so much tribute? ”

The more he spoke, the more angry he became, only to see him raise his hand and slam the parchment letter in his hand at Kessel's feet.

"Damn it! These arrogant Romans! ”

In the audience, the nobles were all filled with righteous indignation, and their anger was soaring, and they shouted loudly and wanted revenge!

It was as if all the resentment against the Romans had been accumulated had burst out of the body of every Vandal, and from his mouth, a roar that almost toppled the roof of the stone council chamber.

"Arrest him for me!" Gaisaric stretched out his hand and pointed it directly at Kessel in front of him, roaring loudly, and the angry nobles present grasped this once-in-a-lifetime solution, and they rushed up, tied Kessel with all kinds of flowers, and lifted him high above his head.

"I didn't do anything, I didn't do anything!"

Kessel's eyes widened in horror, and he looked left and right at the rest of the people present, but the nobles did not take Kessel's pitiful appearance seriously, they only looked at revenge, and only showed their fangs to the Romans once more.

It's time! It's time! It's time to get all the grievances back from the Romans!

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! ”

The anger of the Vandals was like a flame that danced in the darkness, and they lit a fire in the square of Carthage, and all of them gathered around the fire, including soldiers, civilians, men and women.

Everyone was shouting for revenge, and everyone's hearts felt as if they had returned to the original city, the burning Carthage, the flames stretched from the port to the sea, the water was covered with broken planks and capsized ships, the sea was red with blood, and countless corpses, along with the wreckage of the warships, were pushed onto the banks of the river with the spray of the waves that washed the shore day and night.

Women with their children, weeping, trying to find their husbands or their eldest sons among the piles of corpses piled up on the riverbank. They wailed and wept as they watched the flames on the distant sea.

The distant fires were still floating on the sea, and the smoke emitted by the fierce burning was so fierce that the warships were vulnerable in front of the huge warships that flew the banner of Rabelan, and the warships were torn apart, and the Vandals cried and fell to the water.

The young Vandals stood on the banks of the river, looking at the tragedy before them, their eyes filled with tears, and they gritted their teeth and stared at the distant fire, where life was flowing all the time, and the unstoppable Roman warships.

"Oh my God! Oh, my God! ”

The old Vandals knelt on the shore and prayed for their gods, but the Vandals were losing and retreating, and could not stop the flood of Roman troops.

"Organize, let the remaining soldiers organize!"

"In the city of Carthage, Gesaric shouted with a shabby banner."

Beneath the city walls, a large number of soldiers gathered, their armor tattered and rusty, each armed with their weapons, standing at the feet of their king, looking up at Gaisaryk!

"We can't give in!" Gaisaric held the flag, his hands trembling, he gritted his teeth and tears welled up in his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, many years have passed, and Gaisaric has also felt the feeling at that time, and the tragic atmosphere has appeared in his heart again, making his mood calm for a long time!

"Revenge! Revenge! ”

The Vandals roared, and they carried the sinner Kessel to the roaring bonfire.

"I didn't do anything! I didn't do anything! Realizing that there was nothing he could do, Kessel sobbed and shouted at the Vandals present: "Look, the Romans will come across the sea, and eventually, they will re-raze Carthage, and in the end, every one of you will not be spared!" ”

But how could the Vandals listen to the nonsense of this dying madman, who roared and roared to throw Kessel into the fire.

Accompanied by Kessel's screams and the smell of burning, the Vandals formed in a circle, and they slapped their chests with their right hands fiercely, making a dull "boom" sound, which was considered an oath.