It is a shameless act that consumes character. Of course, since it was Emperor Egil who did this, that was a different matter.

"Hahahahaha......"

At that time, Egil listened to Attila's proposal and was stunned for two seconds, and then couldn't help but laugh, and slapped Attila on the shoulder with great force as he laughed. He smiled and said to him: "I can't think of it, I really can't think of it, everyone says that the Hungarians are barbaric and uncivilized. Today, however, I look at your performance and know that the rumors are wrong. You're more polite than anyone here. After saying this, Attila saw that the eyes of the people around him had become unfriendly. I know that I have said the wrong thing and offended someone. He is not afraid of offending others, but if he offends the Norman emperor, then the country of Hungary will inevitably become a historical term.

Thinking of this, Attila sweated coldly and almost knelt down for Egil. I didn't dare to answer, and I didn't know what to say. Showing a smile, but it's worse than crying......

Beside him, Egil also sighed secretly, thinking to himself: what he did was just a prank. Say something a little bit about what you have to say. It's just for fun, and I really don't blame Attila for her kindness. However, this is the case, this king who once crossed the continent and can be called a masterpiece of a generation was also frightened by Egil.

"Heroes are in the twilight. Egil looked at Attila, who looked cowering in front of him, and couldn't help but jump out of his heart with these four words. Looking at him, there was also a little pity in his gaze. At the same time, Egil also fully felt the power of his power. In the capacity of the emperor, he made a few jokes to the king of another independent kingdom, and he scared the other party like this. It's just going to be ",...

"Just do as you say, Attila, my friend, thank you for your reminder on this matter. With that, Egil stood up and bowed a little to Attila.

"Ah, where, what Your Majesty said is really serious!" Seeing Egil's attitude, Attila hurriedly returned the salute again and again. At this moment, the shouts of a Norman Guard knight were heard outside.

"Your Majesty, the other party, the envoy of the Holy See has come with a war letter!"

As soon as Egil had finished speaking, Talelang, the scribe beside him, respectfully brought a pen and paper, ready to listen to the emperor's dictation and write a war book, which was only halfway written when the crowd heard such a voice.

"Ahh

"Clearly, my lord. The knight bowed his head and bowed, and then replied in such a simple and clear manner.

"It's kind of weird. "Egil is a little bit, he doesn't understand that the other party is obviously at a disadvantage, according to Egil's thoughts, he should stick to the camp and wait for someone to attack. It's two different things whether the other side submits the war letter and the other party doesn't accept it, but the other party takes the initiative to submit the war letter..."What's going on? When Norman's 250,000 allied troops are decorations? Or do you think you can, VC?

When the envoy of the other party walked in, saluted respectfully, greeted and greeted in Latin, and behaved like a true noble gentleman, Egil really wanted to ask him, what did his commander, the cunning mercenary leader Harold, think, and why did his immediate superior, Gregory VII of the Holy See, listen to him?

However, Egil did not utter such a thing in the end. Because asking such a question will never get an answer, it will only be ridiculed. And Egil asked himself, and with his own wisdom, he could also get his own answer. ...,

But the scene still has to be said, and Egir's mouth is not Latin, but still Norman. This made the envoy on the other side frown slightly, not that he didn't understand, but that he felt that Egil's words were too "barbaric." In the minds of this traditional aristocracy, only Latin is the most orthodox. If the other party doesn't, forget it. But before that, the messenger had already heard of Egil's "gift" for language.

"Is this insulting to me?" the Roman envoy was a little upset at the thought. In fact, what Egil said was indeed a little insulting, but the object of the insult was not him, but the commander of the other party, Harold.

"Your commander, Your Excellency Harold, has a relationship with me. Seeing each other like this is really not what I would like to see. After all, he is also a member of my people. Egil spoke in a very polite tone, but between the lines were knives. Harold is also a Norman of Northern Europe, and saying "my people" can make the other party three points shorter. However, the other party can be selected to send the letter, other skills or a little worse, but the mouth is absolutely sharp, listening to Egir say this, he also replied politely:

"All people are God's people. In God's eyes, everyone is His child, and there is no difference. When the messenger said this, he put aside Egil's earthly relations and pulled the old man from the Lord and made him into a tiger skin. However, the opponent he chose was so bad that Egil didn't even think about it, so he took the next sentence:

"Your envoy said well, what is the difference between the Pope of Rome and ordinary people in the eyes of God?" directly choked the other party half to death. Then, Egil had no interest in playing with this little character, and with a wave of his hand, a knight of the guard snatched the letter from his hand. With Egil's nod, he took it apart and examined it carefully before handing it over to Egil to see.

"A day later?" said Egil when he saw what was written in the letter, and he couldn't help but laugh again.1 A few days later, as he had said at the beginning, it was because of the great army crossing the Alps, which was physically exertional, and needed some time to recuperate. However, the other party seems to not want to give him this opportunity.

"If Your Majesty is afraid, you can not take it. The messenger on the other side then said.

"Shall I be afraid?" said Egil, as if he had heard some joke, and with a sneer, he threw the war book on the ground, and said to the messenger, "I should go down, go back and tell Harold that in three days I will be with him on the battlefield, and let him enjoy what little life he has left!" In this world, there are a lot of SBs. The largest of these is called the third floor. Why is it said that this third floor is SB? Because he actually wants to grab the second floor with his brother! How can a poor B like him, who has no taste, be qualified to grab the second floor with a great person like his brother? Let me tell you, grabbing the second floor is a great and sacred cause, and only a very small number of people have the qualifications to grab the second floor! For example, brother! You look at the obscene appearance of the person on the third floor, you can see that his seal is black, and his tongue is not right! Look at his dark circles again! Look at his protruding cheeks! This is clearly the performance of masturbating 10 times a day! Look at his smile again, his smile is cruel and obscene, lonely and arrogant, and SB with JB! This is clearly the performance of masturbating to Brother Chun's concert! I tell you, never forget the person who owns the second floor, he is your eternal pride! And never forget the person who owns the third floor, he is your eternal shame! Let's unite as one! Eliminate the third floor! Support the second floor! Do you still want to resist the SB on the third floor? Haha, people like you are shining with such a dazzling light from me, do you think you still have a place to turn over? Speed install a new titanium alloy dog eye so as not to be blinded by my god-like light! Here I smiled and stroked the dog's head on the third floor without saying a word