It was not without crossing the strait and entering the territory of Ellan. The Romans reached England with iron hooves and established a large administrative structure. It is worth mentioning that it is Emperor Hadrian.

Emperor Hadrian did a lot of things in his life, for example, he found a friend and tried it, and he felt good and became the heir. These were the last two of the five great sages of Rome at that time - and as a result, they knelt down in less than two years. Emperor Hadrian, who had never liked women and men, was so grief-stricken that he built a temple of Kiyo in the eastern Jewish territories and the Egyptian territories. Egypt has been in chaos since ancient times, one more foreign god is also rushing, two more foreign gods are also released, it doesn't matter if the group is relaxed, the result is ...... The problem was that the Jews were monotheistic and burned down the temple. Emperor Hadrian made the Jews wander for thousands of years, and they still wander all over Europe today.

Another thing that Emperor Hadrian did was to cross England with great majesty. Trying to beat the barbarians - but they didn't even see the barbarians, and the 30,000 Roman army died cleanly. It is said that they suddenly appeared behind every soldier of the Roman army, who was accustomed to war, and a group of barbarians seemed to be able to teleport. Leaving no piece of armor left behind every Roman soldier, he slaughtered all those who dared to enter the protection of the World Stone without mercy or the slightest mercy.

The few survivors crawled back to the south of England and wiped their heads: "Oh my god, are these people human? Emperor Hadrian fought twice, and both times he was killed without a single piece of armor. The first time there were 30,000 people, and the second time there were 45,000 people -- it shook the government and the public at that time. There was no way to build the famous "Hadrian's Long Wall" to defend against the invasion of the barbarian peoples of the north, mainly the Bourkesos. As a result, until the fall of the Western Roman Empire, Hadrian's Wall was not used once on the Bourcaisers.

In any case, the first and last intimate contact between the Empire and the Bourcaisors taught the Romans a heavy lesson, and the blow was still effective for thousands of years.

Constantine XXIII's armor was cut open, and he was struck down in despair when a Colossus of Anubis killed the last Viking giant in front of him. If it weren't for the desperate rescue of the important ministers around him, he would have died a long time ago - but if he died, he would have died, and he would have gone for death. The country has perished, this is really a shame for the country, and the feeling of the ancestors and ancestors.

However, everything has changed. When the huge black statue let out a grand solemn and terrifying laugh—

The other party suddenly collapsed like an explosion.

A group of tall and mighty figures appeared in the rolling dust of war, these images were striking, huge bodies, muscular bodies, and scarred bodies, men taller than ordinary monsters, flowing almost in the middle of this scorching sun. Each one wore animal skin armor and a cloak. Shoulders like mountains, beards like forests, bits and pieces of steel and metal armor under the arms of a running horse, leather boots on their feet.

These are the perfect killing machines, so that Constantine XXIII can know at a glance-

Barbarian!

The most terrifying thing is that they are even higher than their own Nordic Guard, the Viking giants!

"For the sake of the ancestors!—Bourkeso, give me divine power!"

"For the Horde!"

"For the Horde!"

In a few moments, the enemy army in the city was already at the end of the crossbow, fighting with the joy of victory. It was easily solved by this new force, and the army of tens of thousands of people was shocked by these sudden enemy forces, killing and defeating, falling and collapsing as if they were withering and decaying.

"Ahem...... cough cough cough ......"

Feeling the rapid flow of strength in one's body, is it because of exhaustion, or is it because of the immortal detachment after relaxation? Maybe both.

Within this fog of war, a figure swayed over. After careful identification by the emperor, these figures could already be known as the greatest warriors, and they should be the leaders of these barbarian armies. It is true that these greatest barbarian warriors **** wore their upper bodies, carried their respective weapons, and wore simple armor. Bloody.

The emperor was both frightened and rejoiced, rejoicing that he had been saved, and that Constantinople had also been saved......! Whose army, so barbaric, primitive and backward, would it have sacked Constantinople like the last Holy Light Army's crusade?

With this in mind, Constantine XXIII felt that he had to say something, and that he had to talk to the steward first.

Those who can stand in the front row, if not the leader of the barbarians, should be the greatest warrior, right? brave and fearless, brave and ...... Short?

Constantine suddenly felt that his tongue was half short.

Look what I've seen, hey!

A beautiful girl with a **** upper body, beautiful is almost speechless...... But it doesn't seem right, if it's a girl, it's inevitable...... It's really rare for such a beautiful boy to be so good, the upper body of the **** shows scars and wounds all over his body, as well as those strong but undeveloped muscles. Naturally, he carried two huge giant swords in his hands, and walked vigorously. Regardless, this beautiful "Blue Child" came out of the crowd at this moment, and a group of barbarians almost twice his height behind him were clearly deliberately following him. And walking behind him, there is a strict division of class and society!

"Wouldn't it?" After so many years as emperor, Constantine XXIII's first feeling was that this young man who was more beautiful than a woman was ...... "He is the leader of the barbarians......?" Isn't it scientific?"

"Brush!" Two large, almost disproportionately two-handed swords were stuck in the ground, and the beautiful young man walked in front of the emperor. He lowered his head and asked, "You...... Is it Constantine XXIII?—Rest assured, my people are coming, and you are saved. ”

He stood in front of Constantine XXIII with a sturdy figure that did not match his appearance: "- I have come to fulfill the agreement, and now Constantinople is saved." ”

-- Victor --

Victory is really a shitty little bitch, one second it's still here, and the next second it's running into the hands of the enemy.

Modra III clutched his chest and looked at the almost unthinkable scene in front of him—he had already won. But the victory was only within reach, but the bottom was lost.

"Hmph...... Hum...... Is there really such a thing in the world?" The whip slapped a few times on the riding boots, and Modra III smiled bitterly: "The army in front ...... Defeated?"

“...... My Sultan, please let me go again!--No, there must be something wrong, the enemy has no reserves at all-"

"Rush again, my good Sultan, and ...... again against the gap"

One by one, the generals scrambled to ask for their orders in front of Modra III.

"It's reinforcements, right?" said Modra III, looking up to the sky, "though I don't know where these reinforcements came from...... Did it fall from the sky?"

"My Sultan, the scholars have just sent their conclusions. One of the chamberlains bowed his head and reported: "From the flags and dresses, and from recent intelligence, it is the 'Celtic barbarians.' ”

"Celtic's ...... Well, I see. Striking the whip in his hand, Modra III shook his head and said, "Tell the troops who are surrounded in the city, and raise the flag to make them surrender." As for whether they can get out or not, it's up to them...... The follow-up troops can also retreat. ”

"My Sultan - ...... if you continue to attack"

"Continuing the offensive will only increase casualties, and morale has been completely depleted...... Even this expedition was a good one. Modra III sighed, especially his destiny: "I am tired and order the whole army to retreat." Get ready...... Well, the whole army is ready to retreat, we have mastered the whole of the Anatolian Plateau, the only problem is Constantinople. ”

"My Sultan—is that all?" The eyes of several generals were red, it would have been okay if they had withdrawn their troops yesterday, but today after such huge casualties, the victory was turned over when it was so close, and it was so inexplicable!

"Of course you can't just leave it at that," said Modra III hatefully, "continue the siege for three days......! Wait for the other party to agree to one condition before leaving. Let Balsi, who was once captured by us, be the crown prince - he has been a prisoner with us for a year, and when he succeeds to the throne, the country will certainly not obey such a captive and become emperor. When the time comes, Constantinople will still be ours!"

"My Sultan ......"

Everyone saw that Modra III even thought of something so far away, and they were instantly entangled beyond words. Anyway, the revolution is running out, so let's pack up our baggage and prepare to leave.

"Huh......" Only Mordra III's heart was stabbing again, and the ups and downs made his heart withstand an instant imbalance. He even knocked over a few gold imperial lamps beside him, which shocked a group of important ministers beside him.

"Sultan......?!"

"Sultan?!"

"My Sultan?!?"

"If I were ten years younger...... No, three years younger! ...... younger" One last glance at the sky, Modra III felt black before his eyes and fell to the ground.