There will be one more later.,Today Sunday.,Finally, I can write two chapters.,Let's make do with it.。

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Camp of the Saxons.

"Drink!"

"Here, kill this wine!"

The Saxon camp at night was extremely noisy, and after a day of looting, they returned in great spirits, sitting by the campfire in twos and threes, drinking and shouting, and even some people pulled the Celtic women they had robbed in the past few days, dragged them into the side and began to do some things that beasts should do.

The patriarchs didn't bother with the nonsense of the people below, because it was normal in their eyes, and the Celts' long military devastation made them despise the Britons, who could only hide behind Hadrian's Wall, and over the years, they had barely encountered decent resistance, except for a few weak resistances that could be ignored.

In such a state of mind, these Saxon clan chiefs don't have the heart to care about the people below, life in Northern Europe is hard enough, and it is still a job to hang your head on your waistband when you come out to rob, can't you let the people below indulge at this time.

And these patriarchs, themselves also holding a Celtic sitting in the tent of the leader of the coalition army, drinking with each other to celebrate this great harvest, although they have not yet grabbed enough food to meet the winter life of the tribe, but in their opinion it is a matter of time, anyway, these Celts are as weak as sheep at a glance, and they are not allowed to take what they want.

"Well, what about the Sami?" Coles held a beautiful Celtic woman in his arms, and glanced at the people in the tent with drunken eyes, but found that the chiefs of the other tribes except Sam were basically there, and he was already dissatisfied with the Gruss tribe who had made a big show in this expedition, thinking that it was a serious threat to his whole purpose among the Saxons, and now he dared not come.

The following clan chiefs did not speak at this time, but silently clinked glasses and drank with the people around them, whether it was Coles's tribe or Sam's tribe, they were now one of the most powerful tribes among the Saxons, and neither of them could participate in their own small arms and legs.

However, not all of them did not have the courage to do so, although their tribe was not as powerful as Coles, but they were also one of the few Saxons, and one of them did not care about Coles's unhappiness.

"When did Sam come to the banquet this year, since they began to believe in the so-called gods, didn't they do some prayers in their camp every night?"

"By the way, any of you know what god Sam and they believe in, but I've never heard of when the Gruss tribe believed in gods." Suddenly, a man spoke, and this was the doubt in the hearts of all the people in the tent, although they Saxons did inherit some Germanic civilization from Navia, and there were also some Norse myths that were passed down among the tribes.

However, when the Saxons who believe in force will worship these gods, they will always believe most in the weapons in their hands and the scars on their bodies, which are the guarantees that protect their tribe from surviving in the cruel world.

But no one can deny that now the warriors of the Gruss tribe have strong force, and the previous Gruss tribe can only be ranked in the middle of this tent at most, not strong or weak, but they don't have much right to speak, but now who dares to ignore them.

Thinking of the amazing performance of the Gruss tribe in the battle against the Burgundians this year, who dares to turn a blind eye, and the combat effectiveness of a small tribe will be turned upside down in just one year, and everyone can only push it on the god.

Thinking of this, all the clan chiefs in this tent became silent, there is a limit to interests, when a tribe becomes strong, it will squeeze the interests of others, but when the person who grabs your interests is far stronger than you, you can only knock out the blood teeth and swallow it in your stomach.

When Coles's big tent was in the middle of the day, the camp of the Gruss tribe was silent, only the crackling of the campfire was not heard, especially when the camp of Gruss was surrounded by the camps of other tribes, and the noise around it made the camp even more quiet and eerie.

In the center of the camp, a small idol was placed in the middle, no more than half a man tall, but unlike the white and holy statues of the Romans and Jews, this idol was pitch black, and the body of the deity was carved into a fog so that it was completely impossible to see the deity that the idol represented. And when the first sight of a person falls on the body of this deity, no one will think that it is a deity, but on the contrary, a bloodthirsty impulse will rise from the depths of their souls, instead of calming their hearts.

However, the people of the Grus tribe did not care at all whether this idol would make people think that it was a demon god, and they quietly knelt down to this idol under the leadership of Sam, the tribal elder and now the tribal chief, and silently prayed in their hearts to let the gods protect them and give them more power.

This silence lasted for a long time, but everyone seemed to be unconscious, and there was no sound at all, and when the Saxons who happened to pass by the Gruss camp saw this scene, they couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts, and muttered "a group of godly madmen", and then it was as if they were being beaten by mad dogs behind them, no, mad dogs were so worried that they would not be killed by these Saxons and become a pot of dog meat, as if they were being chased by evil spirits, they avoided this camp.

And the people of the Grus tribe as if those people did not exist, just silently bowed their heads and prayed in their hearts, until Sam, who was kneeling in front of everyone, suddenly stood up, these Grus tribe warriors raised their heads to look at their patriarch, and when they opened their eyes, no one, including these warriors themselves, noticed that a blood-red light flashed in the depths of these people's eyes, and it was fleeting.

Sam stood up and walked to the side where the plundered Celtic captives were being held, and after glancing at everyone, he grabbed a little Celtic girl who was no more than ten years old, and suddenly the little girl who was picked up by the handful just kicked her hands and feet in fear, and stretched out her hands to her mother sitting beside him and cried. A Celtic woman next to the little girl saw that her daughter was suddenly caught, and as a mother's motherhood, she suppressed the fear in her heart and stood up suddenly, and pounced on Sam with a hideous expression, Sam saw this woman pounce on her, a coldness flashed in her eyes, and her left hand quickly slapped the woman.

"Smack!"

A crisp voice sounded in the silent camp, and under Sam's unrelenting slap, the woman's head turned back 180 degrees as if it had no bones, only her unwilling eyes still stared at all the captives behind her, looking at the deep night sky.

But seeing this terrifying scene, when the woman pounced on Sam, some Celtic captives who were about to move were suddenly suppressed by the fear in their hearts, and they just watched with wide eyes as Sam picked up the little girl and turned around and walked towards the statue, not daring to move in the slightest.

When the little girl saw her mother being killed in front of her, she suddenly stopped her struggle and crying, but her expression was dull, her eyes were vacant, and she was carried motionless by Sam in front of the idol. When Sam threw her on the ground, she didn't react in the slightest, just lay on the ground and looked at the idol with a blank expression.

What happened, why did I suddenly come to this place when I was playing happily in the village with the children who lived next to me yesterday, and why did my parents make me their favorite dinner last night. Obviously, yesterday evening, my mother scolded her for torn her clothes and mended them, and this morning my father picked up a short bow and said that he would catch a rabbit for himself so that he could have a big meal tonight. Why, why is it that all of a sudden I am left alone.

Two clear tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, creating two white tear streaks on the little girl's dusty face.