Chapter 394 Stalemate

It has been three months since the Celts crossed Hadrian's Wall. The settlements closest to Hadrian's Wall have been almost completely destroyed by the Celts who crossed the wall.

Only the defenders of Iporacom, the territory of Art Bloodthirsty Axe, were struggling to hold on, although the war had left it in ruins. Fortunately, Kevin led the Anglo-Saxon coalition to arrive in time, otherwise it would have been razed to the ground under the Celtic's offensive.

The Anglo-Saxon coalition fought the Celtic army outside the city of Iporacom for more than two months, and saw that the Celts were as tenacious as they were. They painted three stripes of blue dye on their faces, and wore blue coarse linen clothes. The nobles wore chain mail, and the rest wore coarse clothes. They were all.

They roared outside the city like indefatigable warriors, madly, as if they could throw themselves into the battle at any time.

On the contrary, the Anglo-Saxon coalition, which also advocated the use of force, chose not to fight the brutal barbarians in front of them, but just watched the Celtic provocation coldly on the broken city wall.

"They are much stronger than the Romans, I admit that! We won't gain any advantage by fighting them." Art Bloodthirsty Axe is now beside Kevin Sean. His voice is hoarse and the left half of his face is swollen. When he opens his mouth to speak, the teeth on the left half are barely visible, like trees in the desert.

This was an injury caused by a blunt weapon. The force of this blow was enough to prove how powerful the user of the blunt weapon was. However, Alte Bloodthirsty Axe did not seem to be so convinced.

Even though one of her eyes could not open, she still said to Kevin: "We can't just watch them being so arrogant, like an adult scolding and insulting a woman who has no power to fight back!"

"What?" Art said this, and Kevin suddenly turned around and looked at him with a puzzled look, looking at Art's bloated left face and his left eye that couldn't be opened.

"You mean, you still want to challenge the guy who duelled with you under the city yesterday?" Kevin Sean looked at Art Bloodthirsty Axe with a puzzled look, and said uneasily: "The guy who duelled with you yesterday was no less powerful than our Berserker. The most important thing is that our Berserker no longer exists."

"Haha, Kevin, don't worry about me!" Art laughed and said, "Although I can't see with one eye, I still believe in myself.

I can win. Don't forget that I am the number one warrior here."

"Oh, my God." Kevin Sean stroked his head and complained, "Have you forgotten how he was beaten? If I hadn't used a bow and arrow to stop that crazy guy in time, I'm afraid you would have been in Valhalla long ago!"

"Oh, I know, it was just my carelessness, Kevin!" Art restrained his smile and looked at the tall and strong guy at the front of the Celtic army. He was waving an unsharpened sword and roaring at Kevin and his men. The soldiers behind him were even more excited, taking off their pants and exposing their unspeakable parts to the enemy to humiliate them.

"What a bunch of crazy guys! I really want to rush down and kill them all!" Looking at the Celtics under the city, Art was so angry that his teeth were itching, but he could do nothing about it. "Kevin, let's go out and fight them again!"

"No, I won't allow you to do this, Art." Kevin refused him again.

"Why?" Art was a little angry, and then he continued: "I am the mayor of Iboracom, I am the boss here."

"That's why, my friend!" Kevin said, "we must proceed with caution."

"You are afraid of fighting, this is the behavior of a coward, Kevin!" It seems that he is really furious. Art opened his bloated mouth and roared at Kevin Sean. He also pointed at the Celtics below and said to Kevin: "Kevin, what makes you so hesitant? You are like a failed hunter. You can't catch prey because of hesitation, and you will fail again and again because of hesitation!"

"They are not our enemies!" Kevin finally couldn't bear it anymore, he exploded, and yelled at Art, "At least not now. Our real enemies are the Romans. If we want to defeat the Celts, we must defeat the Romans. Only by defeating the Romans can we avoid being crushed by the two of them!"

"How ridiculous!" Art whispered. It seemed that the slight movement caused by his anger just now made him extremely painful. He stopped talking and covered his face with one hand, looking much calmer.

After a moment of silence, Kevin felt that he should tell Art his true thoughts. He finally said, "Art, my loyal ally, I'm sorry that I yelled at you just now. Valhalla, let me make it clear to you now."

As he spoke, he sighed and said slowly: "Actually, I sent an envoy to negotiate while you were recovering from your injuries."

"Negotiate?" Art's expression seemed incredible. Although he was reluctant to negotiate with this group of barbarians, his reason prevented him from doing anything out of line. He chose to listen quietly to Kevin's next words.

"I feel like we need to communicate with the Celts, do you understand, Art?" Kevin's eyes flashed with sincerity. "We can't be enemies with them now. We must communicate with them. The war with the Romans has left us with no extra troops to deploy. We can only make them retreat back to the north of the Great Wall first!"

"Then do you think they will listen to the envoy you sent?" Art shrugged and said, "They are not children anymore. They became much more cunning when they confronted the Romans. At least they know what is good for them and what is not."

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"I hope so." Kevin said, stretching out his hand to the edge of the wooden wall, looking at the Celtic army, and muttered: "I hope they can have enough patience to listen to the envoy's statement. As long as they can withdraw their troops, no matter how harsh the conditions are, they can meet them!"

At this moment, Kevin saw a horse flying in from the Celtic army. The horse was not tall, but Kevin could recognize it. Wasn't it the horse ridden by the messenger? Why was it running towards him alone? While he was wondering, he saw the warhorse running out of the Celtic army. At this time, the Celts cheered again. He saw that there was a rope tied behind the warhorse, dragging a person. The person let the warhorse drag him motionlessly, without even any signs of struggling or twitching.

"What's going on?" Kevin had a bad feeling in his mind.

(End of this chapter)