Chapter 436: Disagreement

On the third day after the massacre of this settlement, a large group of Alan cavalry appeared on the road at the entrance of the village.

They were wearing full body chain mail and thick fur coats. The exposed chain mail flashed a dazzling silver light under the sunlight, so those who knew the world would know to stay away from them and hide on the side of the road when they saw them from afar, because even the smallest one in this team was someone they could not afford to offend.

This team of cavalrymen rode non-stop to the settlement where the massacre had taken place. They first smelled the stench that was hard to dispel, and then saw the base made of human flesh and the cross stained black with blood and two corpses hanging on it. The gloomy expressions on their faces were clearly revealed.

"The Alan army is coming, the Alan army is coming!" The Roman guards ran on the dirt road in the village, shouting constantly.

Upon hearing such news, everyone's face was as terrified as the soldier who was telling everyone. They all walked out of their homes with wide eyes. Men, women, old people and children all had horrified expressions on their faces. The Alans were coming. They knew the news. Who told them? What should they do when they came? A series of questions lingered in everyone's mind. Now they could only pray silently, hoping that the Alans would not lose their minds after seeing what was happening before their eyes.

The priest and a group of Iberian Romans were standing at the entrance of a village not far away, waiting for the arrival of the Alans. They were surprisingly peaceful and intact, without even a single noticeable wound.

Looking at the Romans and then looking at his own compatriots, one side was wiped out and the other side was intact. It was self-evident to the Alan officer what was going on.

He was not a local, so he had no idea of ​​the current situation or he did not need to care about it. He believed what he saw with his own eyes. The Alans were slaughtered, and the Romans were not missing. This was enough to prove that his judgment was correct. Moreover, the fanaticism for Christ was only the bastards in the so-called civilized world.

"Romans, it must be the Romans!" The Alan officer clenched the hilt of the sword on his waist. Although he appeared expressionless on the surface, his tightly clenched jaw muscles showed how angry he was.

He stood up and walked quickly to the front of the group of Romans. At this time, his soldiers had surrounded the group of Iberian Romans. They understood what their officers meant, so they wanted to prevent the Romans from being frightened and losing their minds and running away.

"Oh, oh, your Excellency." The priest looked at the Alan leader tremblingly, his lips trembling constantly, and his words were a little unclear. He continued, "No, this was not done by us. It was, it was done by the devil, the devil!"

"Demon?" The Alan officer laughed after hearing this. "Demon? I have never seen a demon before, but you have?"

"Their faces are made of iron. Dozens of them have the same face. They have hideous facial expressions, even when they kill people." The priest's eyes widened, and he questioned the priest in a heavy tone, "How do you prove that what you said is true? I heard that you have a conflict with an Alan?"

"No, absolutely not, my lord!" The priest was anxious. He hurriedly defended himself. After that, he pointed at the three unlucky guys behind him and said to the Alan leader: "Yes, I am innocent, sir, the three of them can testify for me!"

However, the witnesses he identified were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they kept shaking their heads to deny the incident.

"They, they are just scared, my lord, believe me, they will be ashamed of what they did today. They are really demons, demons that came from nowhere!" The priest kept defending himself, making the sign of the cross on his chest with his hands and muttering to himself.

"He summoned the devil!" At this time, a woman in the crowd behind him stood up and pointed at him and said to the Alan leader: "Yes, we saw him talking to the devil with our own eyes, using the devil's language."

Leader Alan glared at the woman who stood out. This sharp look instantly made the woman speechless. Not knowing what to do, she retreated back into the crowd angrily.

"Is that so, Father?" The Alan leader spoke in a low voice, his eyes fixed on the priest, making him dare not look him in the eye.

"Oh, yes, yes my lord!"

The priest nodded repeatedly. At this moment, he remembered what the "devil" had said to him. He slapped his head hard and cursed himself, "Damn it! How could I have forgotten this!"

After saying that, he quickly took out the cloth that the "devil" handed to him from his pocket, held it in both hands, and handed it respectfully to the leader of the Alans.

Chief Alan snatched the linen from his hand, spread it out, and looked at it carefully, with an incredible look in his eyes.

"Suweihui" he said the word slowly, lowered his head, thinking.

"No, this is impossible!" After a moment of silence, the Alan leader shook his head and kept saying, "This is impossible. The Suebi are in the north, a long way from here. How could they appear here?"

"You must be lying!" The Alan leader jumped up, grabbed the priest by the collar, and yelled at him, "Are you really not afraid of death, you Roman beast!"

"No, no!" The priest was terrified. He kept shaking his head and quickly defended himself: "It's not like that, sir, listen to me, it's not like that!"

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"Then what did you give? I ask you to tell the truth!" Leader Alan roared and pushed the old priest to the ground.

"Yes, this is the gift of the devil!" The priest lay on the ground and said to Chief Alan, "His voice is deep and deep, as cold as the well water from underground. Their steps are light, or their feet do not touch the ground. Their faces are like sculptures, and their voices are really like those coming from hell. He is like a bloody evil creature, with blood not only on his face, but also on his body and the tip of his sword. He speaks without opening his lips, but keeps warning me over and over again to let me hand this thing over to you, sir. Yes, sir Diego, I am not lying, I guarantee it with my life, I really am not lying!"

The priest's words became more and more absurd, making Diego confused. He wondered what on earth this was. First, the transport team was looted, then the Alans in the settlement were slaughtered, and then they were arranged in such a horrible manner. They were so cruel, just like the demons in the priest's mouth. No one could clearly describe their appearance, but their descriptions were surprisingly consistent. Even if his subordinates insisted that they were Romans, he didn't believe it. How could the Romans set foot in his territory at will?

"Cofa!" Diego turned around and called out.

He only saw a middle-aged man in armor running up to him. He continued, "Order all the looting soldiers to retreat and strengthen the defenses between the settlements. I want to see what kind of evil is fighting against the Son of God!"

(End of this chapter)