It may have been the flames that God could not bear such devastation, so he could not help but weep and rain down, extinguishing the flames burning in the streets.

Attila was not unshrewd, and he knew that the rain was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, just as he was worried about the billowing smoke rising from the city of Thessaloniki. The army of the Huns, braving heavy rain, once again entered the damp city streets of Thessaloniki.

The rain could extinguish the flames and dispel the scorching stench, but the corpses in this place could not be washed away. Attila's face was grim in front of the pile of corpses, and he let the raindrops falling from the sky rudely lap on his face, and wet his precious silk without being moved.

I saw him turn over and dismount, step forward and step on the broken bones in this place, making a "click" sound.

"Attila!"

Just as Attila was about to take another step forward, the officers behind him stopped him, they needed to protect Attila's safety, so they didn't allow Attila to take another step forward in this place of death.

Attila didn't buy the kindness of his subordinates, he gritted his teeth, first looked down, then bent down to pick up a sharp, flame-blackened piece of pottery, and then looked up at the rooftops on both sides of the street. The fire has turned the walls of the road and the houses on both sides of the road an ugly black.

"Attila, whether it's a so-called god or a Roman, it's too dangerous here!" The officer was still insisting on dissuading Attila from going any further, but Attila was silent for a moment on the corpse of the place, and finally pushed away the hand of the noble officer next to him who was blocking the way, only to see that his left hand was hooked with the damp cloak and satin on his body, and his right hand was tightly pressed against the hilt of the sword made of ivory. With a lot of effort, he made a great decision, and finally took a step forward.

Seeing that his royal capital was on the road, the Hun nobles and officers behind him didn't care if it was dangerous or not. They stood on tiptoe for fear that the filth of the land would stain their boots, and Attila, the officers, and the soldiers, they walked together on the corpse.

The smoke and rain are hazy, the fine smoke and the torrential rain make the piece in front of you seem to be covered with a veil, faintly, I can't tell what it feels like, it's really like hell, the cold and damp and unknown, every step will make people tremble.

Attila didn't know what kind of pressure she was under to move forward, step by step, and she was in the middle of the road, and the situation was even more difficult to walk through, and the stone slab under her feet was sticky and I didn't know what it was. The glue-like slime and black bones were like a burnt cauldron, full of residue. Mixed with the cold rain, it was like a stinky fish pond, wet and sticky, and there was a stench in it.

"Wow..."

The soldiers and officers behind him who couldn't bear this miserable situation stopped leaning over and vomiting, and Attila's stomach began to tumble a little, and the irresistible force made him retch. But he held on until the rain stopped.

In front of him was a fire that had burned the ruins of their original shape, full of wood and blackened stones, and there was no one on them, and the Romans must have left.

"They have committed such a sin, and they can leave with peace of mind!" Attila thought to herself, gritting her teeth, and the steps under her feet unconsciously became heavy, and he sped up. From time to time, he muttered "Romans, where are the Romans!" ”

"Keep up! Come on! The soldiers trotted all the way to stay close behind Attila, and they walked through the ruins, the road under their feet washed by the rain as if it had just been polished. Attila continued on his way, the only difference was that his feet finally became solid, and he left a string of black footprints on the gray stone slab.

At the end of the road, in front of the council hall, there were Roman soldiers, lined up on either side of the stairs of the council chamber, with a hill-like pile of weapons in the middle. This represented that they had laid down their arms and surrendered to the approaching Hun army, especially Attila.

Areobindes, the leader of the Roman army, stood at the front of the army and waited silently, his fingers twisted together so hard that the knuckles clicked. He muttered it over and over again, as if praying to God, hoping that God would untie Attila's heart and make him choose tolerance. I just don't know if Attila will buy it, after all, this damn Lugar has killed a lot of him.

Moments later, before he could come up with a plausible argument, Attila and his army appeared in Luga's way. Seeing the sudden appearance of the Hun army, Areobindes lifted it up in one breath for a while. The tension almost suffocated him, and he stared at Attila getting closer and closer with wide eyes, and was in a daze for a full minute before he realized that he had come to surrender.

"Lord Attila! Dear Attila, King of Hungary! ”

Areobindes didn't dare to slack off, he quickened his pace to meet him, and it was hard to imagine that he could still walk like a fly in his robe and toga to wrap his bloated figure.

Al Oreobindes flashed in front of Attila, which did surprise Attila a little, but when he saw that this was nothing more than an unarmed and bloated old man, his face sank, as if he was not approachable.

"Well, I'm so sorry for the loss you've suffered, Lord Attila! The great King of Hungary! Areobindes' tone trembled, and he racked his brains to think of all the words that could praise Attila in an attempt to please the little man.

But Attila didn't buy it, he just stared at the bloated big fat man with his eyes, saying that this flattery pays attention to singing and harmony, even if you say anything, you should get the nod of the flattered or greet with a smile, but Attila, who has died a lot, is not in the mood to laugh with Attilus, such a cold scene quickly made Areobinders stop flattering and wait quietly for Attila's fate.

"This!" Attila held up the blackened pottery shard to Areobindes and asked, "Who did that?" ”

"Luga, Flavis. Luga. "Areobindes didn't dare to hide it, he gave it all out" Flavies. Luga was the adopted son of Theodosius, and it was he who came up with this conspiracy that caused the king to be so devastated, and seeing the king's soldiers struggling in the flames, I couldn't bear it, and did everything I could to stop Flavis. What Lugar has done, and surrender to you, the king! ”

"Flavies. Luga! Attila repeated the name of this Luga, a man who had caused him great pain, first sending men to assassinate him, and then slaughtering his soldiers with fire, an insult he had never received since he became king of the Huns. This name will naturally be deeply imprinted in his mind and never be forgotten, unless there is one thing, that is, to kill this person who is against him with his own hands!

"What about others, where is he, I can't see him!" Attila then asked Areobinders.

"He... He—" Areobindes hesitated for a moment, before he finally uttered, "He ran, like a down-and-out mouse, and ran away!" ”

Just as Areobindes finished speaking, he saw Attila pull out his iron sword and stab Areobindes in the abdomen, Areobindes was stunned, he felt his life passing quickly, and the last thing he saw was the ivory hilt of his sword stained with his blood, and the cold face of Attila like a sculpture.

"If he's not here, Roman, pay his debts!" Attila's language was soft, but it was extremely cold.