At this time, it had been three months since the Celts had crossed Hadrian's wall, and the settlement closest to Hadrian's wall had been almost destroyed by the Celts who had crossed the wall.

Only Alter. The defenders of Ebolacom, the territory of the Bloodthirsty Axe, are struggling to hold on, though the fighting has left the area devastated. Fortunately, Kevin arrived in time with the Anglo-Saxon coalition, otherwise it would have been razed to the ground under the pace of the Celtic attack.

The Anglo-Saxon forces fought the Celtic army outside Ebolacombe for more than two months, and the Celts were as tenacious as they were. They smeared three blue dyes on their faces, and the nobles were dressed in blue coarse linen clothes and chain mail, and the rest were dressed in coarse cloth clothes, and they were.

They roared outside the city, like warriors who would not get tired, frantically, as if they could throw themselves into battle at any time.

On the contrary, the Anglo-Saxon coalition, which also advocated force, chose to avoid the battle in the face of the murderous barbarians in front of them, and only turned a blind eye to the Celtic provocations on the broken walls.

"They are much stronger than the Romans, I admit it! We can't afford to fight it. "Alter. The Bloodthirsty Axe is now Kevin. Beside Theon, his voice was hoarse, the left half of his face was swollen, and he opened his mouth to speak, and his left half of his teeth were like trees in the desert.

It was a blunt force injury, and the force was enough to prove what a powerful character the user of the blunt weapon was. The Bloodthirsty Axe didn't look so convinced.

Even if he couldn't open one eye, he didn't forget to say to Kevin: "We can't just look at them like this, like an adult reprimanding and insulting a woman who has no power to fight back!" ”

"What?" As Alter said this, he saw Kevin turn his head sharply and stare at him with a puzzled gaze, looking at Alter's bloated left side of his face and his left eye, which he couldn't open.

"You mean, you're going to challenge the guy who duel with you under the city yesterday?" Kevin. Sein looked at Alter with a puzzled expression. The bloodthirsty axe said with some uneasiness: "The guy who fought with you yesterday is no less than our berserker, and the most important thing is that our berserker has long ceased to exist. ”

"Haha, Kevin, don't worry about me!" Alt laughed and said, "I can't see with one eye, but I still believe in myself."

You can already win. Don't forget that I'm the number one warrior here. ”

"Oh my God." Kevin. Sain stroked his head and complained, "Have you forgotten what he was like when he was beaten?" If I hadn't stopped that crazy creature with my bow and arrow, you'd have been in Valhalla!" ”

"Oh, I know, it was just my carelessness, Kevin!" Arte restrained his smile and looked at the tall guy at the front of the Celtic army now. He was brandishing an unbladed sword and roaring at Kevin. The soldiers behind him were even more heckling together, taking off their pants at Kevin, revealing their indescribable parts towards the enemy, in order to humiliate them.

"What a bunch of rampant guys, I really want to rush down and kill them all!" Looking at the Celts under the city, Alter hated it, but he was helpless. "Kevin, let's go out and fight them!"

"No, I won't allow you that, Art." Once again, Kevin turned him down.

"Why?" Alter was a little angry, only to hear him continue: "I am the lord of Ebola Combe, and I am the boss here. ”

"That's why, my friend!" "We have to be cautious," Kevin said. ”

"You're cowardice, you're a coward, Kevin!" It seems that he is really angry, and I saw Alter open his bloated mouth and roar angrily at Kevin. Sain, from time to time, pointed to the Celts below and said to Kevin: "Kevin, what is it that makes you so hesitant?" It's like a failed hunter who can't catch his prey because he hesitates, and fails again and again because he hesitates! ”

"They are not our enemies!" Kevin finally couldn't help it, he broke out, and roared at Art: "At least not now, our real enemies are the Romans, if we want to defeat the Celts, we must defeat the Romans, only by defeating the Romans can we avoid letting the two of them crush us!" ”

"It's ridiculous!" Arte whispered, it seemed that the slightest magnitude of his anger had caused him to hurt his face. He stopped talking, covered his face with one hand, and looked much calmer.

After a moment of silence, Kevin felt as if he should tell Alter what he really thought, and he finally opened his mouth and said, "Alter, my loyal ally, I'm sorry I yelled at you just now, Valhalla is above, let me come and tell you now." ”

As he spoke, he let out a long sigh and said slowly: "Actually, I sent a negotiating envoy while you were recuperating from your injuries. ”

"Negotiations?" Alter's expression was incredulous, although he was resistant to negotiating with these barbarians in his heart, but reason prevented him from doing anything out of the ordinary, and he chose to listen quietly to Kevin's next words.

"I feel like we need to communicate with Celtic, you know, Alter." Kevin's eyes flashed with sincerity, "We can't be their enemies now, we must communicate with them, the war with the Romans has left us with no extra troops, we can only let them retreat north of the Great Wall first!" ”

"Do you think they will listen to the messenger you sent?" Alter shrugged his shoulders and said, "None of them are children, and they have made them a lot more cunning when they are in a-for-tat confrontation with the Romans. At least they know what's good for them and what's bad for them. ”

"I hope so." Kevin said, stretching out his hand on the extension of the wooden wall, looking at the Celtic army, and muttered, "I hope they can have enough patience to listen to the envoy's statement, as long as they can withdraw their troops, no matter how harsh the conditions can be met!" ”

At this moment, he saw a horse flying in the middle of the Celtic army, and it was not high, but Kevin recognized it, and this was not the horse that the messenger was riding. How could you come in your own direction alone?

In the midst of his doubts, he saw the horse run out of the Celtic formation, and the Celts cheered again. Then he saw that a rope was tied behind the horse, dragging a man, and the man let the horse drag it motionless, and there was no sign of even struggling and convulsing.

"What's going on?" A bad feeling flashed through Kevin's heart.