In this atmosphere, Luga looked around, and the surrounding Alan cavalry made way for a wide space to dodge far away, and then looked at Diego, the leader of Alan in front of him.

His gaze was like the ice and snow in the far north, and he could faintly see a chill when he looked into his eyes. He turned and dismounted, and came towards Luga with his bloody iron sword, and in the midst of such a fight, he still wanted to settle such a fight in a heads-up way.

Everyone was fixed on Luga, and they formed a circle, and even the two sides who were still fighting just now stopped, and everyone was attracted to Diego and Luga.

"Diego! Diego! Diego! ”

The Alans began to shout the name of their leader, as if to cheer for Diego, and they couldn't wait to see their leader teach this crazy guy a hard lesson.

"I can't die, I can't die!" Luga panted, his heart was already bottomless, his hands and feet were filled with lead, it was all impulsive punishment, and he tried to regulate his breathing. Hopefully, this will give me some strength to regain some strength, even if only a little bit.

"You're finally in my hands, Roman!" Diego looked at Luga in front of him, his face was full of gloomy smiles, he slowly stepped forward with a blood-dripping iron sword, in the cheers of everyone, although he was slightly tired, but compared to Luga, much better.

"Oh, isn't it, don't you barbarians have any other way to deal with such a thing than to go it alone?" Luga retreated, and all he had left was the strength to move. Yes, he only felt a trace of regret at this time, regretting that he was so blind and caused irreparable consequences.

"Luga, back off!"

Andrew jerked forward, snatching Luga behind him, carrying an iron sword, also covered in blood.

"Hey, Diego! Your opponent is me, don't you really want to go head-to-head? So let me see what you're up to! ”

"Huh? Chickens with red cockscombs, shivering under the wings of others, refusing to stand up bravely until now, oh my God, your soldiers are ashamed of your performance. ”

The Alain soldiers laughed along with Diego, they did it on purpose, trying to provoke Luga's anger, but for Luga, this effect was not obvious.

"So, you're the one standing behind Vandal!" Luga shrugged his shoulders and looked at Diego in front of him and said.

Such a cold sentence made Diego stop his embarrassed smile, he was obviously angry, and the smile was frozen on his face. This rough man could not bear such humiliation, yes, although the Vandals were united with the Alans, he was still a marginal man, and he did not even have the power to leave at that time.

He froze in place, and the Alan soldiers beside him stopped their fake laughter and looked back at their leader. This five-year-old man hesitated, he thought of his humiliating past again, and such painful memories were put back in his head and tortured him.

Luga didn't guess wrong, it was all like a bet, Luga pressed everything for this bet, but he saw a turnaround and hope.

"You are the leader of the Alans and part of the Vandal Alam Alliance, but you don't get what you want, I can see it, Diego." Luga looked at Diego, slowly pushed Andrew in front of him, straightened up, and continued, "Did Gaisaric break his oath, if you two were in the alliance. ”

Diego bowed his head, not answering Luga's words, but it didn't matter, and Luga could vaguely sense that he had acquiesced to it.

"Then I'll tell you about Gaisarik's life in Carthage." Luga took two steps forward and cheered at the silent Alan soldiers around him, although his clothes were dirty and a little shabby, but compared to the Alans in front of him, he was still a lot more gorgeous. The brilliance of his clothes made his whole aura look much stronger, and Luga involuntarily puffed up his chest and looked at the Alans around him, and said in a loud voice: "The place where the Vandals are located is full of gold, they bathe in luxurious bath salts, they wear silk from the East, they eat the delicacies of the famous Roman chefs, and they drink the wine of Great Sicily. ”

"You, lie!"

A soldier is dissatisfied and wants to stand up and try to expose Luga's alleged lies.

"Wake up, he wants us to break our oaths, to renounce our former alliances, to make us traitors, look, look at this filthy Roman, who has been cowering in the fortress for so long, they know their tricks, and want to use his lies to deceive us and make us lose our way and become cattle and sheep in their hands!"

Hearing his words, the Alain soldiers couldn't help but nod their heads again and again, and they bowed their waists as they nodded, preparing for battle.

Because it was in the language of the Alans, Luga couldn't understand it at all, so he could only turn his head to listen to the translation of the soldiers around him who understood the Aran language.

"Ridiculous, simply ridiculous!" With a smile on his face, Luga looked contemptuously at the soldier in front of him who dared to stand up and accuse him, he arranged for the Roman soldier behind him to translate, and then said to the soldier: "Look at your clothes, and then look at the Vandals who came, after so many years, they are getting more and more gorgeous and yours are getting more and more tattered, and in the eyes of the world they are becoming more and more like civilized people, and you are the opposite. ”

"I have set foot on Carthage many times, and it is the land of Rome, which of course is most familiar only to the Romans, and the Romans welcome immigrants of all races, but Gaisaric has forgotten you when he occupies the richest part of Rome, and he wants to take it for himself. Look at him, fat-eaten, or the king of the Vandal-Alands you knew? ”

"I don't allow you to slander our king like this!" The Alan soldier shouted, raising his weapon and preparing to attack Luga, but Luga just stood and didn't dodge.

"Smack!"

Just as the soldier wanted to rush forward, he didn't want to be slapped to the ground by Diego from behind.

"Our king will not allow us to kill this Roman!" Diego shouted at the soldiers around him, which was probably something that made them feel incredible. "Our king is not here to bring us to enjoy bread and wine, but to his son, Huneric, who has been taken captive by the Romans!"

The Alain soldiers fell silent again, and they looked at Diego intently, their eyes wide as if to ask Diego, "Is this true?" ”

"Gaisarik is no longer the same Gaisarik." Diego looked around at the soldiers and said, "He has become as hypocritical as the politicians of Rome, and he has nothing to interest him except money and profit." ”

"Then why should we trust the Romans." The soldiers were dissatisfied, "When it comes to lying, the Romans are unsurpassed!" ”

Probably not knowing he was going to get this far, Diego drew his sword and looked at Luga, then slammed it on Luga's shoulder. This made the soldiers behind Luga nervous, but Luga waved them not to act rashly.

"I want you to swear, Romans." Diego stared into Luga's eyes. "Swear you won't betray."

"Of course, I swear by my hair." Luga understood what Diego meant: "If you agree to fight for me, you are still an ally of Rome, and of course, the land that you used to occupy illegally is legal!" ”