The altar, made of rubble and wood, resembles a tomb of the dead, with all sorts of strange totems painted on it. The druids were naked, wearing only a dress made of animal skins, and wearing terrifying skull masks, around the edge of the altar, jumping and running. There are words in the mouth.

Around the altar, the skeletons of countless dead people were piled together. The seemingly terrifying picture is the sacred ritual of the local tribe. The leaders and elders of all the tribes, including nobles and commoners, all knelt down in front of this small altar, waiting for the druids to communicate with the gods of the earth and the forest to come up with answers and instructions from the gods.

Among the living creatures sacrificed, there were not only goats, cattle and horses, but even living people......

Torles stood in the center of the druid's procession and was the first to begin the ritual of worshipping the gods. A fat goat was carried to the altar by several strong men. Struggling and bleating. As if knowing the tragic fate that was about to come.

However, the ritual of sacrificing to the gods is sacred, and no one can spare their sacrifices, and even being able to be chosen can be regarded as the favor of the gods...... A drizzle fell under the gray sky, and to the eerie music of the tribe, several strong men handed over the goats to the Grand Druitoles.

Then, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Torles skillfully rode the goat under his crotch, and after a strange chant, he quickly twitched the dagger and slit the goat's throat, and the warm and fat blood water suddenly gushed out of the goat's throat and poured it into the pre-prepared container. This is the first step in the ritual of sacrificing to the gods.

Then, more druids came to power and cut the throats of their livestock in the same way. Blood suddenly poured all over the small altar. It's like a feast of blood. Then, a dozen priests, druids, filled with bloody containers, poured water on their bodies, turning their bodies bright red.

The barbaric ritual is here, and it begins to get to business. The bloodied barbarian priests walked up to several Roman soldiers who had been captured in the war and smashed their heads with the thick bones of animals. Until the brains are splashed.

At this time, the dead livestock and soldiers were dragged to the altar, and several priests stood on the altar and began a new round of chanting. The intricate and elaborate ritual lasts from evening until dark. At this time, three druids, dressed in green leaves and skulls, stood on the altar of blood and read out the will of God aloud -

"It is God's will that the Romans will die in this forest!"

After the Great Druid finished speaking, his whole body seemed to convulse, and he fell to his knees. At this moment, the warriors of many tribes in the audience were frightened, and they also knelt down one after another, reverently listening to the call from the gods. Although, all they heard was the howling of the north wind and the terrifying howl of the timberwolves......

……

The autumn wind in the north blew, and the campfire in the camp danced uneasily at night, just like Appis's mood at the moment, looking at the figure of the British girl Dennis, his heart was uneasy for a long time. The years are merciless, and memories are always like a white horse passing by, so that you inadvertently recall many beautiful or sad pictures. It's just that people are far away, and when they recall it, they can't help but feel a little sad.

"You, remembered that Germanic chick?"

Klein couldn't help Apis politically, but personally and emotionally, he was the one who knew Apis best. He even knew about Abys's secret affair with Octavia in his early years. At this time, as Abyss's best friend, Klein knew that his old friend was sighing again.

"Klein, you know what? You can't help me in many important things, and I can't put you in a higher position because of the color of your complexion, but you always know too much about my personal feelings......"

Appis replied with a smile.

There have been so many changes along the way from the gladiator that Appis has sometimes wondered if his emotions are still real, but those images keep coming up, especially after meeting Dennis.

"Brother, it is not easy for you, it is not easy to get to this day, you are already a legend, don't be bound by personal emotions anymore, the men of Rome should be open-minded and strong, conquer countless women, and not spend too much energy on one or two women. Moreover, you still have a lot of opponents now, and the situation is still difficult. Even though Octavian has only one Italy, he is still strong, and Antony in Egypt and in the East is simply another Pompey. Appis, you must forget these emotional bonds. Perhaps, there are some things that can only be obeyed by the will of the gods, just like when you and Octavia ......"

Klein reassured. He knew that the biggest flaw in his old friend's personality was to pay attention to emotions, otherwise, in the civil war between Caesar and Pompey, his old friend would have had a chance to rise without having to bend his knees under the banner of Lepida and Octavian. But people always have shortcomings.

"There's nothing I can do about Octavia, but Emma, you know, I could have avoided it, but I didn't, and I even single-handedly caused that tragic end."

Appis sighed with emotion, and the cold wind hit, and he couldn't help but shiver.

"Now, then, don't let that tragedy happen again."

Crane put his hand on his old friend's shoulder and sighed.

"Indeed, alas, it is so. This war must end as soon as possible, brother. ”

"Maybe not so soon, how are you going to deal with the regrouped northern barbarians? They have been fooled once, and they will not be fooled a second time. ”

Klein asked.

"Then don't create traps for them to fall for and cut off their hope."

Appis shifted the conversation to the ongoing war in Britain.

"Don't underestimate the barbarians here, they are as many as the Germanic people of the Elbe, they can't be killed, you never know their exact number, just like the trees of this Black Forest, under it, how many barbarians are hidden, we don't know at all."

"I intend to defeat them completely in faith."

Appis's tone hardened.

"Druid?"

"Yes, Torles' forces have regrouped, and it is the power of the druids, it is this cowardly and cowardly crook who has once again boosted the morale of the tribe, and every time the tribe is on the verge of collapse, Torles will use this power to inspire his people to rise up and fight again. Their faith must be cut off so that they cannot pray again and commune with their gods. In this way, the legion can completely conquer these natives. ”

"You mean to slaughter the druids of the Horde?"

Crane's tone was noticeably elevated, it was clear that suppressing the tribe was the norm, but the slaughter of the druids was a bit brutal. But it seemed that Appis had made up his mind, and perhaps these days, after receiving information from the north, the commander of the Roman legion had been thinking about the question of how to suppress this rebellion in a short time......