"My king."

Afraid that the dust on the ground had defiled Attila's noble body, Odystes could not bear it, and then called twice.

Attila still shouldn't, he's been drawn to the river of blood.

The Marne River flowed silently, and the corpses floating on it remained in place like islands suspended above it.

It's all caused by Attila, no, to be exact, this is the harshest punishment that God has given to the loser.

In the end, he is just a guy who shouldn't appear, at least at this time, Odyses wanted to persuade Attila, but the words on his lips made Attila's indifference back.

He sighed lightly, it seemed that defeat had completely defeated this king, like an invisible hand, tearing him off the high throne, and then making him fall into the mire fiercely, showing the world a filthy and embarrassed appearance, and finally becoming the laughing stock of the world.

"Hey."

Just as Odystes was about to step away, Attila spoke, and Odystes stopped and turned around.

I saw that Attila did not look back, but just raised his head to look at the army that was slowly gathering south of the Marne, and they seemed to be arguing about something, presumably all the questions were directed at Attila himself.

"They're arguing about us." Attila couldn't help but sneer when she said this, this laugh looked very helpless, "To be exact, me, they are so eager to kill me, now is the best chance." ”

"But I see they're hesitating." Looking at the Roman coalition that had not moved for a long time, Odyses then said to Attila, "My king, we are not without opportunities, we still have brave soldiers, although they are tired, but they are still willing to die for you, although the Romans have defeated us, but they have also suffered a heavy blow, they have stopped because of exhaustion, they are vulnerable, my king." ”

"Then we're not even vulnerable." Attila was such a master of demolition, and his words left Odystes speechless for a moment, not even knowing how to answer him again.

On the south bank of the Marne.

"Look, that's what everyone wants!" Torismon spread out his hands, laughed insolently at Aetius and Luga, and continued: "Yes, Romans, your soldiers are tired, but our soldiers are very high-spirited, they are fighting fiercely, and they can burst out with incredible and inexhaustible power when fighting against the Huns!" ”

With that, the Gothic soldiers behind him raised their hands and cheered loudly, more like a demonstration against Luga and Aetius, so that they could see that no excuse could stop the Goths from killing Attila with their own hands.

Opposite them, Luga and Aetius had gloomy faces, and the two top Roman commanders were silently watching the group of barbarians in front of them, which was more like insulting them.

"Damn it, Mo..."

Seeing that the various barbarian tribes in front of him, led by Merovy, planned to follow Torrismon, Aetius, who was Merlove's adoptive father, was naturally angry, and he secretly cursed and was about to open his mouth to reprimand Merovi properly, but he was suddenly grabbed by one hand and one hand.

He looked back and saw that it was Luga.

"Doing so, Lord Aetius, will only deepen the gap between us and them." Luga's reminder, consciously or unconsciously, did confuse Aetius. He didn't know what that meant, but his instincts told him he should be silent at this point.

"So." Luga looked back at Torismun, who was cheering the soldiers into roar, and then waved at Attila's camp on the other side of the river, where the top of the fortress walls was already filled with Hun cavalry.

"Let it go, Torrismon, and lead your followers." Luga said, and then spread out his left hand to Torrismon, and in the palm of his hand, the head of the spear of Langnookis, which had been broken into three knots, lay quietly on the palm of Luga's hand.

"God instructed our Pope Liang to give me the spear that had been pierced into God's body, for only a spear stained with the holy blood of God and Jesus could kill Attila, the demon. But alas, the spear broke before it met Attila, which means that God has changed his mind, and he doesn't want to at least not let us do it. As you know, Torrismon, we Romans are devout Christians, do not do anything that disobeys God's commands, God prevents us from killing, fearing that Satan will take too many innocent souls and become too powerful for the world, so God broke the spear in my hand that represents killing, and made me stop. ”

Luga had a long list of nonsense to say in a fog for Toris, and God knows how true or false this Augustus was talking nonsense in a serious manner.

Even if it was a lie, Lugagui was Augustus, so naturally he was not questioned, and his statement became a reason for the Roman army to stop here.

"I didn't count on you per se!" Toris glanced at the broken spear of Langnoukis in Luga's hand, he had heard of this thing, and naturally understood that this was an artifact of the church, and even the artifact was broken, it must be the will of heaven in the dark.

He didn't believe in evil, or rather, his burning love for his father and his fanatical anger for revenge made him careless of anything else.

He wanted Attila to die so much, immediately, immediately!

He led his army on a departing, boasting over the Marne, which was densely packed with corpses, and they landed on the north bank one after another, then shook off the blood from their bodies, and walked slowly towards Attila's military camp in front of them, wet and wet.

Even though they were exhausted to death, the soldiers of the barbarian alliance still gritted their teeth and struggled to support, they were getting closer and closer to the Hun camp, and the Hun archers standing on the city wall held their bows tightly and pulled the strings slowly, their arrows were not many, so they were required to let the arrows be inserted into a person's vital parts every time they took off.

Because the horses were afraid of the river of blood, Torrismon and his soldiers had to dismount and walk, so he was followed by infantry.

They raised their shields, and though their steps were screeching, and their feet seemed to be filled with lead, Torrismon gritted his teeth and persevered, and he held his shield in front of him, and walked slowly towards Attila's fortress.

"Odetheus, my friend." Seeing the dense barbarian army approaching the camp, Attila came again, "Excuse me, order the soldiers to unsaddle all the war horses." ”

"What is this going to do?" Odystes thought Attila had something better in mind.

"No, nothing. Just do it and don't have too many problems. ”

Odystes did so, and in a short time saw the horsemen pile up the saddles of their horses beside Attila's tent, and the number was as great as a hill.

Attila carried the sword of Mars and climbed to the top of the mountain, then sat down in the saddle he had placed.

A few soldiers who had been ordered to pour oil into the saddle with oil drums, and Attila held a torch in one hand and looked at the approaching enemy troops in the other, and everyone knew what he wanted to do.

"I, Attila. The king of the Huns, the king of the Scythians, the king of the Germans, the king of the Quartet, the supreme king, no one can overcome me, no, except myself! Attila said to herself, his face pale and hideous.