Chapter 374 Anglo-Saxon Alliance (1)
At dawn, before the sun rose over the plains of Asia, the camp gate of the Fourth Auxiliary Legion on the highlands quietly opened, and a team of cavalry rode out in the cover of night.
They bypassed the silent Ninth Legion camp and headed straight to the northwest, disappearing into the darkness before dawn, leaving only the sound of fading horse hooves.
The climate was becoming increasingly abnormal. Even before winter came, the first snow had already fallen, turning the entire Britannia into a silvery white world. The low temperature and the coldness had drowned the vitality of the entire island.
"The snow is falling so strangely. The God of Winter is coming earlier than usual." Under several wooden totems outside the city of Linton, priests dressed in thick linen were constantly performing strange sacrificial rituals to try to comfort the angry God of Winter.
In the huge house in the center of the city, a group of sturdy barbarians with gray wolf skins on their shoulders gathered in a circle around a rectangular fire in the middle of the hall. They were all tribal leaders from all over Britannia. Two sheep were roasted on the fire, and the aroma of meat was emitting under the scorching flames.
They were having a meal together and also discussing things together. One of the leaders, Kevin Sean, was also among them. He was holding a wooden wine glass, his eyes were red, his beard was untidy, and he huddled among the arguing people, looking depressed.
I'm afraid he is very regretful now. The rout outside the city of Lundinlum has become a lifelong shame for him. No matter how the other tribal leaders present think of him, he has no face to raise his head again. He is just an incompetent person who lives with shame.
"The God of Winter has given us a sign and shown us his wrath."
Art Bloodthirsty Axe, the leader of a tribe in the northwest of Britannia near Hadrian's Wall. After the Romans left and entered Britannia more than 30 years ago, the Saxons expelled the Celts entrenched in Britannia and made them disperse in large numbers. He has been monitoring the Celts north of Hadrian's Wall.
Just as the Romans viewed the Celts as marginalized people, the Angles and Saxons, as the new takeovers of Britannia, also considered the Celts blocked north of Hadrian's Wall to be ominous. As the leader guarding the Gate of the North, Art Bloodthirsty Axe also had a very high prestige among many leaders. Of course, this prestige can also be seen from his age. After all, he accompanied the conquerors who entered Britannia at the beginning, and he had full say here.
He pointed at the heavy snow outside the door and said to the people sitting there: "The God of Winter is angry. He is using the blizzard in the sky to blame us. The Romans are coming here, burning, killing and looting along the way. They are extremely brutal. The Gate of the South, Sean. The Son of Dragon's Breath has been defeated. We must be alert. No one knows who will be the next one."
"At least we will not abandon the elders and children of our tribe to be killed by the Romans just for our own survival!"
Under the call of Art Bloodthirsty Axe, there was always another voice in the audience. The meaning of this voice was obvious, pointing directly at Kevin Sean, rubbing salt into his wounds.
This man sat opposite Kevin Sean. He wore a pointed iron helmet and had a long, messy brown beard. He had a lot of body hair, and the beard took up most of his face, leaving only two brown eyes to move back and forth in the "jungle", but his eyes were always focused on Kevin Sean, who kept drinking, revealing contempt.
His name is Adair Great Oak, an Angle. Adair and his tribe guard Seguntum, the closest place to Ireland in the west of Britannia. Just like his name, Great Oak. He is brave in battle, and of course, he is also first-rate when it comes to mocking people, so the leaders present don't like this guy who often hurts people with his words.
No one paid any attention to him, but he didn't think so, because he saw Kevin Sean pause for a moment with his glass in hand. It wasn't that there were no listeners, and Adair Great Oak knew this clearly. He stared at Kevin Sean and laughed as hideously as his expression.
"This is the first time in history." Adair Great Oak pulled out a knife from his ankle and cut off a piece of bloody, half-cooked meat from the lamb roasting on the fire. He took a few grains of coarse salt and put it in his mouth to chew it, and did not forget to say sarcastically: "I don't know what kind of strength the Romans have to make the son of Sean Dragon's Breath so distressed. Could it be that the son of Sean is incapable of holding the Dragon's Breath Sword?"
Just as Adair Great Oak finished speaking, he felt a black screen in front of his eyes. As a warrior who had experienced many battles, Adair Great Oak subconsciously lowered his head, and the flying object passed over his head. When he raised his head again, the "murderer" of this act, Kevin Sean, would not let it go so easily.
Kevin Sean saw that he had failed, so he drew out the Dragon Breath Sword at his feet and rushed towards Adair Giant Oak. If the surrounding leaders had not stood up to stop him, Kevin Sean would have really chopped Adair with his sword.
"Oh oh oh..." Kevin Sean's murderous look frightened Adair Great Oak. "As expected of Sean Dragon's Breath's son!" Seeing Kevin Sean with red eyes roaring like a mad beast, he was not frightened at all. Instead, he laughed heartlessly at the bound Kevin.
"Look at you, look at you, you look so funny when you're angry. Maybe you can catch up with half of your father's, but!" Adair changed the subject and looked at Kevin Sean and said, "Is it useful to show off your power like this? You can't even scare the Romans, and you still want to scare me in this way? Oh, God, my poor little Princess Kevin, you are really, really cute."
Adair Great Oak was not afraid of any trouble and provoked Kevin Sean. Even though Kevin's voice was hoarse, he struggled desperately and tried to get closer to Adair, but the leaders' hands like iron chains bound his limbs, so that he could only roar but could not control his retreat.
"That's enough, Adair, shut up!"
Art finally couldn't stand it anymore, he stood up and shouted at Adair to stop him. Adair was obedient and shut up obediently.
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At this time, Kevin finally calmed down, and it can be considered that he was able to calmly swallow the bitter fruit of such humiliation.
But he was unwilling to give up so easily. He raised his sword and pointed it at Adair Great Oak and said, "By the honor of our ancestors and the witness of the heroes of Valhalla, I, Kevin Sean, the champion warrior, challenge you, Adair Great Oak, the guardian of the Southern Gate! Under the witness of Valhalla, only one of us can survive!"
"Oh, really?" Adair smiled and shook his head. It was not difficult to see his contempt from his smile. He then asked Kevin Sean in a questioning tone: "Why should I accept your challenge, a guy who can't even protect his own land?"
(End of this chapter)