Continental Europe.

Ravenna.

In the darkness of the night, the night sky is lit up by firelight, and a convoy makes its way through the lively crowd towards the palace.

Today is the annual Autumn Harvest Festival of the New Roman Empire, and as the capital of the Empire, Ravenna is full of festivities.

On the orders of His Majesty the Emperor, magicians drop metal dust into the sky from the watchtower, and the fireballs released light fireworks to add to the fun of the festival. In the streets and alleys, there were large and small tables on which the bread and wine distributed by His Majesty the Emperor to all were placed, and on this festive feast, civilians, soldiers, and even slaves enjoyed the joy of the festival, as if there was not a trace of pessimism, and the city was destined to be filled with joy tonight.

But there are a few exceptions.

In the palace, on a tall throne.

Dressed in a gorgeous red dress, a middle-aged man with black hair and red eyes looked down at the civil official kneeling on the ground, his expression as cold as ice.

"Tell me, why are you back?" The Roman Emperor Lucius asked sharply as he picked up the red wine glass that looked like blood.

"Report to Your Majesty the Emperor, the advance force of the Saxon tribe has been attacked by the regular Knights of Britain, and the two thousand men are almost wiped out, and less than two hundred remain......"

"It's just running away." Lucius shook his hand, and the copper cup smashed precisely on Wessex, the barbarian civil official who was kneeling on the ground, and the smell of wine stained him, "Ridiculous, aren't you the most elite warriors in Germania?" How did you escape? Yes? Hoohahahaha!! ”

He laughed as he patted the armrest.

The laughter was tinged with great irony.

Hearing this, Wessex trembled slightly, half angry and half afraid, facing the most authoritative person in the empire in front of him, he dared not speak angrily.

"What about Von Risen?" Lucius waved for another glass of wine to be brought over, and took a rude sip, "Isn't he your head?" It's like a high priest or something......"

"Your Majesty, it's the Great Shaman, he ......," Wessex had barely said when an old voice came from the entrance of the palace.

"Are you looking for me, Your Majesty?"

An old man in a black robe with gray-green eyes appeared in front of the throne, the old man's face was pale, his steps were slow, and he didn't seem to be very healthy, he bowed slightly, and said to the emperor: "Long time no see, Your Majesty the Emperor." ”

He was von Leesen, the Great Shaman of the Saxon tribe.

"Von Leesen? Hmph, the report says you're dead. Lucius snorted coldly.

"TOEFL, I'm alive." Von Lisen bowed his head and said.

Von Lisen was actually dead, if it weren't for the fact that on that day, there was a spare body on the barbarian ship that he had prepared in advance. He was long dead.

The spare body contained a wisp of soul that he had separated in advance. Even if he has no body, as long as there is a trace of soul, he can be resurrected.

It's just that his resurrected body is very weak, and he can't do the same thing again in a short time, so he can't hurry back to Rome, so he can only let his unwitting subordinates come back and report.

"Von Risen, what do you think about this incident?" The Roman emperor looked at the old man coldly and asked with a sinister smile.

To say what is the opinion is actually to ask for sin.

The series of plans to entrap the officials of the opposing side, fund the rebel forces, and secretly destroy the British dungeons, causing chaos in Britain, failed in the most critical places.

As an employer, Lucius certainly has the power to be held accountable.

"This is my responsibility, and it has nothing to do with my subordinates." Von Lisen bowed his head, "Britain's counter-espionage capabilities were beyond my expectations, and when I noticed it, it was irreparable. It's all my fault. ”

"Oh, so?"

"Please, give me another chance." Von Leessen knelt down, "This time I will lead all the elites of the clan to attack all the ports of Britain, and infiltrate their main strongholds, spreading the plague evil art I have developed, and carrying out spreading destruction. It will certainly greatly weaken their national strength and gain a decisive advantage for His Majesty's expedition to Britain. ”

"Plague ......" Lucius raised his eyebrows and looked at Von Leesen with distrust, "can it work?" How many people can you send? ”

"Tell Your Majesty that my Saxon tribe will send three thousand elite ......"

"Three thousand...... Elite? Hahahaha...... What can 3,000 people do! Lucius laughed so much that tears came out of his eyes, "I will set a number for you, no less than ten thousand." ”

"This ......" Von Lissen froze.

Their tribe numbered only 25,000 men, half of whom were civilians, including women of old and children, and if they sent 10,000 men, it would be equivalent to sending all their adult males on the march.

"Your Majesty!" Von Lisen's voice trembled, "This battle is to sacrifice one's life, this is unacceptable!" ”

The British side must have been prepared for prevention because of this incident, so even if the plan succeeded, it would be difficult for them to retreat with their whole body, and Von Lisen was confident that he would raise 3,000 dead men before proposing this plan. It's hard to say how much the success rate of the battle would have increased if so many men had been sent, but at least it was certain that most of their workforce would have died on British soil, and they would have been adult men protecting their families! This can be said to be a devastating blow to their clan!

"Is there a difference between 10,000 and 3,000?" The Emperor sneered.

"Our 3,000 elites are all warriors of the tribe, and for the glory of Your Majesty, even if they give up their lives, they will not hesitate, but if they send 10,000 people, including ordinary people, I am afraid it will be ......."

"In other words, you can't bear it?" Lucius's eyes were cold, "For the glory of Rome, you are reluctant?" Is that right? ”

"No, that's not what it meant." Von Lisen was terrified, he knew that this emperor had always been angry, and if he angered his king, his tribe would be expelled, so he said, "I understand, Your Majesty, five thousand ...... No, how about six thousand? I know that Your Majesty is disappointed by our defeat, and therefore the plan I have just mentioned is to unite our allies, the warriors of the Anglo and Friesian tribes, to ......"

The Anglo and Frisian tribes are also Germanic barbarian tribes, and the relationship with the Saxon tribes is like brothers, if von Leessen didn't think that he could swallow the British piece of sweets alone, he would definitely ask the two tribes for cooperation.

Lucius sighed, knocked impatiently on the armrest of the throne, and stood up from the throne.

"I'm not satisfied with your answer, von Leessen." Lucius smacked his lips, "Why did you run away from my question?" ”