"Nix. Toles, as the tribe calls it the Ghost Wolf. He himself is a druid who is said to be able to communicate with the gods on full moon nights and predict the future. ”

"Ghost wolf? Hmm, can you believe it? A human? ”

In Catolia, on the edge of the forests of north-central Britain, in the camp of the Roman legions, the Celtic scout cavalry who had been appointed by Apis to join the legions sat by the campfire and told the officers of the Tenth Legion what he knew. Of course, his conversation often caused the old centurions of the Seventh and Tenth Legions to laugh, no one believed that there were such powerful characters in North Britain, for the Roman legions, after the end of the Germanic Wars, all the northern barbarians were just a group of street rats, and when they saw the legion arrive, they had to flee with their heads in their hands, they did not believe that there were such legendary figures at the end of this desolate world.

Although many Roman GIs were aware of the existence of the British Druids, they were the faith of the Celtic tribesmen of Britain and were their spiritual sustenance. The barbarian tribes of Britain believed that the druids could understand the language of the gods and could communicate with the gods during specific prayer rituals, but the number of druids was extremely rare, usually only one druid in a clan, and two or three druids in larger tribes. They often gather together to discuss what they have gained from meditation and what they have gained from contact with the gods. It is precisely because of their mystique and monopoly on religious resources that the druids have a very high status in the tribe. It is even possible to veto the judgment and directives of the chieftain, and the reason is simple, it is God's will......

But Lucas's (Celtic cavalry) statement is also clearly an exaggeration. It attracted the ridicule and disdain of many centurions, who apparently took these so-called legends as a joke before and after dinner.

"Honestly, I believe. I've only seen him once, but that side is something I'll never forget, in the Endless Snow Plain, he and the three tribes of his alliance defeated tens of thousands of people from a dozen tribes attacking from all sides with a scale of 2,000 men. My father and I had been killed in front of him, but we were still beaten back, and my father fell ill and died during the retreat, and I remember those eyes, those eyes, like those ghostly eyes. No one knows how his men became more and more brave in that battle, they were all obviously wounded, and it was impossible for a bloodied warrior to fight for that long. It was from that battle that many tribes of the north gradually came together under his tent. ”

Lucas had a standard Celtic face, but within two years of living in the Roman legions, he had come to terms with Roman culture. For this reason he did not feel that he was a traitor, for his clan and father had been killed by other Celtic tribes, and the Romans were to him nothing more than people who had taken him in. Of course, Lucas also knew that with his appearance, it was almost impossible to fully integrate into Roman society. The pride of the Romans was innate. But he also did not expect to live in the cities of the Romans in his lifetime, and the mission of the warrior was to fight, to fight without stopping.

"If he's not dead, it's your god who just took a soak of urine on the heads of that group of people, making them invulnerable."

When the chief centurion of the Tenth Legion heard this, Corinard laughed loudly. It caused the audience to burst into laughter. provoked Lucas to sit there helplessly, bowed his head knowingly, and didn't say anything......

……

"Appis, the leader of a tribe sent a messenger demanding surrender. The messenger conveyed the news that their leader did not participate in this rebellion, and I hope you will spare them. ”

In the light of the campfire, Crane sent the latest information and handed it over to Appis.

In the distance, the sound of Roman soldiers laughing and baking food, and in the distance, the light of torches danced on Appis's face, and an atmosphere of uneasy worry wafted through the air.

"Do you believe their request?"

In the silence of the night, Appis turned his head and stared at Klein and asked. Barbarians, although in this day and age, the Romans regarded these barbarians as a pack of beasts. But Abyss did not think so, and after countless battles with the barbarians of the north, Aphis knew better than anyone the wisdom of these so-called barbarians. Not only are they brave and fearless, but they are also cunning. Their only weakness was that they did not form a unified regime, and they were too scattered and fragmented to give the Romans a chance to conquer them. For example, this time, although there were more than a dozen tribes joining the rebels, there were also more than a dozen barbarians on the side of Rome, and as soon as the legion set foot on this land, tribes immediately came to surrender.

"To be honest, brother, I don't believe it. The Britons are also a very cunning people, and we have fallen into their traps. But this time, this tribe not only brought military rations and the necessary greeting gifts, but also took the initiative to respond to our rules and send five thousand soldiers to join our legion and become our allies. ”

"Equivalent to taking the initiative to send hostages?"

Appis asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Yes, five thousand may not be a lot for us, but for this Yorkson tribe, it is a lot of people. Their tribe was not a large clan, and the total number was estimated to be only about 50,000, and the 5,000 soldiers made up almost half of their adult males. ”

Klein looked at Appis and expressed his opinion.

"Appis, I know you've always been cautious, but this time, I don't think there's anything to worry about. The tribe surrendered all their weapons, as well as the hostages. These 5,000 soldiers can be our bargaining chips to test their sincerity. The next time we fight, we can let them rush to the front, and if they are willing to raise their axes and swords and fight the people of the tribe, then there is nothing to doubt. You tell me. ”

Seeing that Appis was silent, Klein continued to add.

"Did you hear the conversation of the soldiers? The defected tribal patriarch was not alone, he had gone to the druids of the north. That ghost. If things are as the Celts say, and the northern tribes are almost all subservient to the banner of that ghost, then it is possible that the hostages sent by the Yorksons will be faked, I mean, if the Yorksons also belong to this alliance, then it is possible that these 5,000 people were put together by various tribes, after all, we can't check whether these 5,000 people belong to one tribe of the Yorkson tribe. ”

Looking at the place where the campfire was rising, Apis explained thoughtfully.

"The nonsense of a barbarian soldier is not worth believing at all, the druids are really so powerful, and our foundation in the south has long been shaky. Why didn't they attack our city. ”

But what Apis suspected and doubted seemed to Klein to be mere nonsense and nonsense among soldiers, and the boredom of the march needed something fresh, and the more mysterious it was, the more interesting it would be, so as to eliminate the boredom of barracks life.