"Hey, tell me, what is that Roman leader like?"

Along the way, two Anglo emissaries were talking. They walked on the road to Lundinglum, which had been around for hundreds of years, flattened by countless rutted footprints. The two of them walked on the road, what a stingy chieftain, and they were not even willing to provide horses for their negotiations to travel.

They jogged all the way, and the advantage of their strength was their strength, and they talked as they ran, and this went on for a whole week, until they came to Lundinglum, when the Saxon settlement outside the city was gone, and only the remains of a severed arm remained, and not far away there was an old tree, which was full of "fruits", but these "fruits" were the corpses of the saxons who had rotted and stinked.

This is enough to prove that the supreme governor of the Romans, Flavis. The attitude that Luga wanted to express, to make an example of the monkeys, may have created the terror of this kind of terror that had already seen the power of the two envoys who had come to negotiate.

It's just that what these two messengers didn't expect was that this tree was just the beginning, and the real horror was yet to come.

Immediately afterwards they came to a crossroads, where there was a makeshift gallows made of three logs, on which hung a row of corpses, and there was no doubt that they were all Saxons.

The two Anglo emissaries approached the row of corpses, their deaths in a very ugly manner. The scavenging crows were not alarmed by the proximity of the two of them, and they greedily gnawed on the boneless corpse, enjoying the delicacy that belonged to them. Whether they were rich or poor, beautiful or ugly, good or evil, they were equal in the face of death, rotting and being pecked by crows.

Their deaths are ugly and devoid of any dignity, but this is commonplace, and it is the end of the loser. They were covered with snow and couldn't see each of their faces, but the crows were pecking at the flesh of their faces, and they were bleeding too much pus, which was the fattest place in the eyes of the crows.

"Who are they?" The young Anglo messenger asked, "They are so pitiful, they die not at all like a warrior." ”

"Oh, that's enough, my friend." The older Anglo envoy shook his head helplessly, and then said: "The Romans don't care about our honor and faith, they do this just to make more people afraid of them, especially the enemies of Rome, who are proving their strength and tyranny, and may also be reminding us that going against them is the end." ”

"But we're here to negotiate with them." The young messenger hurriedly said: "We talk to them about peace, not war, and I think they will understand what we mean and be willing to cooperate with us, after all, we have a common enemy." ”

"I hope so, my friend." The old Anglo emissaries looked at the corpse hanging from the wooden pole in distraction, their death was truly ugly. I only heard the old messenger say: "They are completely different from the Romans thirty years ago, as if they are more brutal and more unreasonable, and I hope they have not lost their minds for this." ”

At this, the two of them couldn't help but look at each other and couldn't help but sigh, silently wishing in their hearts that they would not die like these poor Saxons without a decent home.

It was a full month after the Roman army had conquered the city of Camlo Dulum, and it was already the middle of winter, although there were occasional heavy snowfalls.

At last they came to Lundinglum, and the city was covered with sharp sticks with the head of a Saxon stuck on each side, and it was a forest with roads on both sides and at the gates.

"What a brutal fellow." The young Anglo envoy couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva and said with a sigh of relief.

"I hope they can talk to us from the bottom of their hearts." So said the old Anglo emissary.

After they walked through the ruins of the original Saxon tribe outside the city, they came to the gates of Lundinglum.

"Brush!"

Just as the two of them were fifty paces away from the city gate, an arrow fell from the sky and landed in front of the two of them. This frightened the young messenger into falling to the ground, and he was shocked to see the arrow that was still trembling on the frozen earth.

"Oh oh! Calm down! Calm down! ”

The old messenger hurriedly raised his hand to the Roman soldier with a bow at the city gate, and said to the Roman soldier in his proficient Latin: "We are the Anglos, Adair, guardian of the gates of the West. The men of the Great Oak have come here to negotiate with the Roman generals! ”

The Roman soldiers on the tower of the city gate seemed to be discussing, they were only two people, and they would not pose any threat to them at all, which was the unanimous consensus of the soldiers defending the city. So they decided to open the gates of the city and have the two Anglo emissaries do a detailed search, but they found nothing but a whole bag of pearls, and they were relieved.

"Come with us!"

The Roman garrison led the two Anglo envoys upwards towards the palace in the center of the city.

"Who's coming?"

Heavily armed guards blocked their way. The experienced old messenger bowed slightly to the soldier guarding the door, held it in both hands, and glanced at the young messenger, who understood, opened the cloth bag, and took out a handful of pearls and offered it.

After a simple search, the guards guarding the door shamelessly accepted the pearls and let the two of them in.

"Look, no one is too lazy about wealth!" The old messenger whispered to the young messenger in their Anglo language.

Walking into the mansion, at this time, the Luga and the others were gathered around a wooden table to discuss the next strategic countermeasures, and their unanimous goal was naturally the western Corinium, which was the territory of the Angles, but they did not know the details of the Angles and how the Angles viewed this war.

"Your Excellency, Messenger of the Angles!"

The officer shouted at them.

Everyone stopped arguing, looked up one after another, and looked at the two Anglos with puzzled expressions.

"Angles?"

Luga asked, stepping forward, looking the two Anglo messengers up and down.

"Yes, my lord!"

The old Anglo envoy saluted Lugar slightly, for he could tell from the Roman man's clothes that he must not be an ordinary man. So he bowed slightly, and held it in both hands as he had just done before, and the young messenger immediately took a handful of pearls from his sack and poured them on the hands of the elder.

"This is the master of Seguntum and the guardian of the Gate of the West, Adair. Greetings from Maca, wife of the Great Oak, Your Excellency. The old man spoke fluently in Latin, which did surprise Luga, who did not expect the Anglos to have such a person.

"Welcome, Anglos."

Luga smiled at the two of them, but the smile disappeared instantly, and Luga then asked, "Then, I hope you two can bring something better than this pearl." ”