Camelot Dawn

Ryan just reached the goal of splitting and encircling from the right.

This is not his plan!So he hastily arranged for Kai, Lancelot, Gao Wen, and Gachris to go out and prepare gifts and speeches for the leaders of these barbarians, so that they could reach an agreement under the crisis and obey his orders.In the end, under the current sense of crisis of the enemy, several companies reached an unprecedented unity and reached an agreement, forming a close alliance for the time being.By the time the Battle of Chalons began, the central army had become a monolithic force, and Attila was unable to overcome it after a long attack.

This bought time for the real main right army in the Battle of Chalons.

Heavy cavalry is an expensive unit. The maintenance of cumbersome protective gear and weapons requires money, and the soldiers’ salaries are higher than other units.Not only is it expensive, it's also not easy to mobilize.Therefore, even if most countries know the power of heavy cavalry, few people are willing to spend money and effort to raise them, either they can't afford it, or it's not worth it.But the Visigoths never had such doubts. In the tribal era, the early heavy cavalry was already an important force for them to fight in all directions, and it was carried forward after the founding of the country.Whether it is robbing or wanting, Visigoth has accumulated a lot of wealth, which enables it to afford an expensive standing army; in addition, there are a group of capable generals in the country, and the heavy cavalry is easily used by them. home magic weapon.

The Battle of Chalon was no exception.Under this invincible onslaught, the Ostrogoths' defense line quickly collapsed.The infantry was left to do the rest, and Hilarian led the light cavalry unit that followed, and stabbed at the rear of the enemy army in the middle without looking back.At this time, Attila was fighting with Arthur and the others, unaware that the backyard was on fire.When he found out, Hilarion had already arrived in front of him with a murderous look.

Attila looked around, the Ostrogoths had been routed, and the slave states on the right were also firmly controlled by Drangel.Although the tactics of Roman heavy infantry are relatively conservative, it does not mean that they will only blindly defend.The heroes of the epic era still have a trace of soul in Rome today, and the Roman soldiers on the battlefield are by no means a weak link.Attila's right army was bitten by Drangel, and he couldn't get away at all.This is the same as the Governor of Gaul promised before the war: "I may not be able to help you eliminate the enemies in front of you, but I will definitely prevent you from facing more enemies."

The oriental overlord known as the "God's Whip" is now in a hurry.He was pinched from front to back, and the left and right couldn't come to help him yet.But the demeanor of a general cultivated for many years kept him calm in the face of danger, and the battle was still going on arduously until nightfall.

But after nightfall, the situation gradually became out of control.

The author has something to say: Sorry, there have been no updates in the last two weeks.But trust me there is a reason for this:

One of the reasons is that I went to another place on the 12th-17th, and the computer was not with me;

The second reason is that I am going to a meeting on September 9-13, and I am making preparations for the meeting now;

The third reason is that the author wants to participate in the management of the school's club work when school starts soon.

In summary, the above three reasons have caused repeated delays in the author's update. I would like to express my deep apologies for the impatience caused to everyone.

Then let’s talk about something else, the author recently made a decision to discard the manuscript, because the difference between the manuscript and the revised manuscript is too large to play happily >

Also, comrades who read the article should have noticed that this chapter is basically talking about the governor and the Visigoth king... Yes, the Gaul volume has been completely divided into two story lines, one is Arthur's group One is them.If there is no accident, it should be staggered, try to show w in the content summary

That should be it.Once again, I'm sorry for the comrades waiting for the update, and I hope for your understanding! (bow

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Everyone in the coalition felt that the battle was normal until sunset.The only worry is that their progress seems to be too slow.Seeing that the sun was about to set, they and the enemy army were still mixed together. The fierce battle was in full swing, and the best time to withdraw the troops was missed.By the time the commanders began to withdraw one after another, the sky had already darkened irretrievably.The rapidly weakening light made it difficult to distinguish between the enemy and the enemy, and many people were injured or killed by mistake; the boundaries between the left, center, and right of the coalition forces also became less strict, and gradually lost their formation after dark.Lancelot was sure that some of the Visigothic cavalry penetrated through the enemy's center line and chopped directly on the heads of his subordinates.

He didn't want this situation to last for too long, so he quickly ordered Roland to sound the horn to withdraw the troops. However, there were several similar horn sounds on the battlefield, and it was hard to distinguish them without listening carefully.People who heard the horn rushed in the direction they thought was right, and in the process caused many deaths and injuries due to crowding and stampede.All in all, the retreat after dark was very chaotic, greatly canceling out the victory of the day.

After a period of turmoil, they finally returned to the camp, and the camp was lit. The commanders were busy counting the number of people and treating the wounded, so they had no time for others.Lancelot was also one of those busy people, so that he didn't know the situation of the neighboring friendly forces for a long time after returning to the camp.He planned to finish his work first, report to the Knight Commander, and then share the battle situation with his colleagues and gossip.

However, some people seem to be ahead of his schedule.

While he was walking between the rows of wounded, Roland suddenly appeared at the door of the tent and informed him that the head of the knights was coming.Lancelot left the doctor's tent with some doubts. Just after he walked not far away, he saw a red-haired young man riding towards him. He stopped a few steps away from him and asked, "Is Arthur there?" ?”

"What?" Lancelot was confused by his question, "He hasn't been here since the war started."

"..." Kai showed a sullen expression for a moment, and then he waved his hands with a sullen face, "Okay, I see. You go back." Before he finished speaking, he got on his horse again, obviously going to the next camp .

Lancelot quickly followed with a stride, grabbed his rein and asked, "What happened?"

Kai nodded and quickly explained: "Arthur is gone. The troops he led were dispersed and followed the other troops back to the camp. I asked around and no one saw him. You are the last stop here. It seems... I have to go to the battlefield to look for it." After that, he took the rein from Lancelot's hand and went straight out of the camp.

Seeing him leave, Lancelot immediately turned to look at Roland who was guarding beside him. Before he could speak, Roland asked, "Do you need me to prepare horses?"

The blond knight nodded without hesitation: "Need, hurry up."

A few minutes later, Kai, who had just walked out of the camp, heard the sound of horses' hoofs approaching behind him. He looked back and saw that a man and a horse were approaching quickly, and the light from the torch gave the knight's blond hair a warm luster. "Lancelot?"

The person holding the torch nodded his head as a response: "Let's go."

The battlefield after dark is suffocatingly terrifying.

The empty field was filled with the expected silence and bloody sky.The darkness wrapped everything inexplicably, and the torch in Lancelot's hand had an extremely limited range of illumination. They could only see clearly what was two or three feet in front of the horse's hooves, and the rest of the surrounding seemed to be the boundless darkness itself.They walked carefully across the daytime battlefield, trying to be as fast as possible, but did not dare to miss any details on the ground.The two let the horse's hooves avoid the people on the ground as much as possible, and Lancelot let the firelight illuminate their faces and inspected them one by one.

"I'm both looking forward to and fearing now." Kai's shivering voice came from beside him.

"Oh?" Lancelot responded slightly perfunctorily.

"I hope the next person I see is Arthur, but I'm afraid he's dead," Kay said.

Lancelot turned his head and glanced at him. There was neither frivolity nor majesty in the expression of the red-haired young man at this moment. He abandoned all the "impressions" he needed to leave on outsiders, and simplified into a simple, worried man in the middle of the dark cemetery. his brother's person.

"I think," Lancelot raised the torch from a place close to the ground to illuminate the middle of the two, "rather than believing that he will be found in such a place, it is better to go to the enemy's camp and try his luck. some."

Kay looked up and stared at him.Lancelot looked around and said: "This battlefield is too big. We may not be able to find it all by tomorrow morning. And Your Majesty... I don't think he will die so easily. There are many personal guards around him to protect him. On the battlefield, people never leave him. I was thinking, what if they were swept away by the enemy's retreating troops and went to the opposite side in the dark... It is not impossible..." In the end, even he himself I couldn't convince myself well, so my voice gradually became smaller.

Kai gripped the reins unconsciously, seemingly weighing the decision in his mind.Lancelot held the torch quietly and didn't dare to rush him, but they knew each other well that every minute and every decision they made at this time was related to Arthur's life.

"Those Arthur's subordinates who fled back to the camp said that they did go deep into the enemy's line; Arthur's personal guards did not come back." When Kai said this sentence, he felt that it might be a fire. Reason, Lancelot's eyes lit up.Kai reached out to take the torch, and held the rein with his right hand: "Let's go."

The two speeded up involuntarily, trying to cross the battlefield as quickly as possible.The battlefield that was crowded with troops during the day and thus appeared narrow and crowded was now as huge as a continent.Not slacking off, they kept their eyes open and tracked the tiniest fire in sight, looking for a local camp.

In fact, the job is much easier than they imagined.Because soon, when they felt that they had run out of the range of the daytime battlefield, they vaguely heard noisy voices.

"This is not a camp," Kate ran towards the source of the sound. "It is common sense for the army to camp as quietly as possible!"

Lancelot also urged the horse to speed up, and at this time they were closer to the source of the sound: "Maybe it's a fight!" His voice was a little unsteady, "Maybe it's His Majesty and the others—"

Then the wind drowned out all their conversations, and the first horse tried his best to suck, and the two felt that it was not enough.They eagerly hoped to get to the place where the sound came from right away to see what happened.

As the distance shortened, all the information became more encouraging-Lancelot saw the fire there, Kay could distinguish the sound of weapons clashing, shaking figures and wild screams, all of which were reminiscent of daytime scene.

Very good!All predictions were right!Lancelot's hand holding the rein has already seen a thick layer of sweat, and his nervous heart full of hope is lifted high: I hope that the last prediction can also be confirmed—hope that the group of people happens to be There is Arthur!God help him not hurt too badly!

Arthur thought it was a farce from beginning to end.His original plan was to have all the units of the Central Route Army advance side by side to resist the enemy's attack, but this was not the case at all in implementation.The enemy's impact is very strong, and the strength of the various units of the Central Route Army is uneven. It is too difficult for them to maintain the integrity of the formation.Not long after the start of the war, the front lines in the middle road showed a criss-crossed situation. Before sunset, this state only intensified.

At that time, although Arthur wanted to gather his troops to retreat, he was already powerless, because he did not know when he entered the depths of the enemy's army. There were enemies in all directions, and he lost contact with his subordinates.He had no choice but to listen to the sound of horns on the battlefield one after another while playing life-beating, and countless grass-mud horses galloped past his heart.

Later, the enemy also withdrew, and he and his personal guards were engulfed by the torrent of the enemy, and went directly across the entire battlefield to the enemy's camp.The enemy army was really nervous, and they didn't realize that an uninvited guest had entered at the door of their own house.So the barbarian warriors surrounded dozens of them and began to sweep them out. Wave after wave, one after another, even though Arthur was a talented hero in ancient legends, he couldn't stand up to this kind of wheel battle and encirclement. way of beating.

He and his personal guards have struggled to support until now, and there are only three or five people standing; those who are still standing are also covered in scarves, including Arthur.

"Your sister's husband...that group of people!" He swung his sword and cut off the arm holding the knife of an enemy who rushed forward, "Why don't you come here!"

"It's time for you to punish them, Your Majesty!" A young man covered his bleeding shoulders and swayed in front of Arthur to block him. Although his footsteps were a little shaky, he still held his long sword tightly to attack the enemy. Eyeing.

"Go back and expel the Knights!!" Arthur shouted while kicking the enemy in front of him and pulled out the sword from his chest. The blade was already dyed red. The person threw a string of blood beads in the air.

He was helpless, after playing for so long, if he didn't shout something to keep excited, he would fall down soon, and he would never get up again after falling down.The sword pierced into the abdominal cavity of the barbarian warrior, and the resistance from his hand even made Arthur feel staring.After the dizziness dissipated, he collected himself and quickly counted the number of people on his side—very good, including himself, there are still six people in total.Fifty personal guards beat down to only five, my father is not so good, is he?he thought to himself mockingly.

However, these messy thoughts only occupied his thoughts for a moment.When fighting with the enemy, the thought that occupied his mind the longest was: Lancelot, you can't even notice that I'm missing? !

Can you still have fun playing together!

In fact he soon realized that he was wrong about Lancelot.Because when there were only three of his personal guards left, he saw someone rushing into the enemy line in a blood-colored field of vision, two bright sword lights swept across his eyes, and two rows of barbarian warriors fell down immediately. On the ground, neat blood sprayed from the throat.

He recognized the faces, and felt a sense of relief—it was his brother and his chief knight, who had barged in so noticeably to save him.The moment he knew he was rescued, his entire consciousness was occupied by a sentence that was repeated repeatedly:

Thank God, thank God, thank God.

Because the appearance of Kai and Lancelot was too curious, the enemy soldiers around Arthur fell into a momentary silence. Lancelot seized the gap and went straight to Arthur, pulling him involuntarily. mount.Arthur also made a cooperative effort to climb onto the horse's back, even though he now felt like he was falling apart from the pain just by moving.

After finally sitting firmly on the horse, Lancelot behind him freed up one hand to embrace him, and manipulated the rein with the other hand. Kay opened the way for him in front, and Lancelot led Aya smoothly. Se rushed out of the encirclement.As soon as he went out, he urged the horse fiercely, regardless of what happened behind him, and ran back with all his heart.

Although Arthur's condition was extremely poor, he still hadn't lost consciousness. Seeing that Lancelot was about to leave regardless, he quickly said, "My subordinates are still behind!"

"Leave it to your brother," Lancelot replied decisively, "I am the only one in charge of you." While talking, he continued to let the mount gallop across the field.

If Arthur had a little bit more strength than now, he would definitely tell Lancelot to turn around without saying anything. He knew that Kay would definitely not be able to save the three seriously injured guards alone.But now he felt that the jolting of the horse's back made him almost spit out his internal organs, and he really didn't have the energy to hold on for any longer.He didn't even have time to take care of guilt and guilt.

"Lancelot..." Arthur groaned as if he was about to die, "Can you please slow down...I really want to spit out my intestines..."

Lancelot quickly slowed down when he heard the words: "I'm very sorry, I was too anxious-is it better now?" Seeing Arthur nodded half-deadly, he said, "Otherwise, let me tell you something that interests you. Is it okay for you to divert your attention?" His hasty and somewhat trembling voice revealed inner tension and caution, as if a person who knew he was clumsy was handling a fragile object, which made Arthur feel a little funny (Though now he can only smile inwardly).

"Ah, that's a good idea, so I won't fall asleep on the way." Arthur replied, while still thinking about the topic of interest, "I remembered—do you still remember passing by the city of Metz that day? ?"

"Remember," Lancelot replied quickly, "you asked me why I changed the surname Rogeris, and you speculated that it was because Sigoth was hunting me down."

"Yes," said Arthur, "tell me about that."

He thought Lancelot would hesitate for a moment, after all it would take time to make up a story; but no.Lancelot told him very simply: "I lied to you."

It was Arthur's turn to be stunned.He could still remember the feeling of unwillingness and frustration when he knew that Lancelot was deceiving him that day; now that this knot was so easily untied, and it was still in such a situation, he couldn't help but I feel a little unexpected.Along with the surprise, there is also a faint joy - now all his emotions can only reach a weak level - this joy gradually expands, shallowly filling the apex of his heart.

Lancelot went on to say: "The real situation is that I was taken away from my parents when I was 1 year old. My adoptive mother gave me a new surname, which was derived from her first name. My current name was also given to me by her. I Born Galahad."

"I know her," Arthur said, enduring the pain in his body, "doesn't she have long silver hair and black eyes, and a green dress?"

Now Lancelot was surprised: "Well, yes - have you seen it?"

Arthur grinned: "She gave me a sword."

"Ah—that's the one on your waist?" Lancelot looked down at the sword that was completely soaked in blood, "No wonder people say that its scabbard has protective magic, Arthur, you have a holy sword in your hand." The leftovers of the utensils."

"...why am I not happy at all?"

"Be content, most people can't even touch the scum of the holy artifact."

Arthur leaned back to make himself more comfortable: "Okay, my pleasure. You go on, I don't want to talk, it hurts."

Lancelot was silent for a while, and then comforted him gently in his ear, "Hold on a little longer, before I come, I will ask Roland to contact Ravana, who is moored on the west coast of Gaul, and his legion will send someone who is good at healing." The magician is coming, maybe he is already waiting for us to go back at the camp. Just a little longer..."

Arthur tried his best to smile. "Oh my chief knight, if you are a girl, I will marry you."

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Lancelot took Arthur back to his own camp. As soon as he entered, Roland, who had been waiting at the gate of the camp, came up to him and told him that General Ravana had arrived.Originally, Arthur and the others used Ravana's warship to cross the sea to Gaul. After the army landed, Arthur arranged for him to set up a large space magic on the west coast, hiding there and waiting for orders at any time.Some of the magicians went ashore with the army to provide them with convenient liaison services.In short, after dealing with Ravana for a long time, Lancelot gradually realized that as Merlin's student, the general's ability is really not small; and now, it's time for him to show his supernatural powers.

"Long time no see, Lancelot." After taking care of Arthur's injuries, Ravana cast a sleep spell on him before he had time to greet Lancelot, "I'll help you this time, well, It can be regarded as repaying the favor from last time, which is pretty good." The black-robed magician smiled happily, "How are you getting along with His Majesty?"

"...What?" Lancelot, who stared at the sleeping Arthur for a long time, finally came to his senses, "What is it?"

Ravana shrugged. "You and His Majesty. You seem to have a good relationship?"

"...That's right," Lancelot nodded, not knowing why he felt a little uncomfortable, "Your Majesty is a very approachable person."

"Ah, that's true." Ravana waved his hand casually, so that people could see that he was perfunctory. "A person as approachable and amiable as His Majesty, even the second guard of the Holy Grail, would not have the heart to kill him." Drop him."

Shocking words came out of his mouth easily, and his expression remained the same, but Lancelot's expression changed instantly.He stood up from the chair and stared at the brown-haired general: "You'd better explain clearly what you want to express."

Ravana also stood up. The two were about the same height, and the physical pressure disappeared virtually. "Did I accidentally say something wrong? But this is something you already know." His smile was tainted with the frivolity in Lancelot's memory. "Although I don't know what happened, someone But I know, he will die in your hands because of the Holy Grail. So someone asked me to tell you, "Looking at Lancelot's black eyes, there is a mysterious and meaningful person who knows the secret, "Don't try to pull Keep the distance between you and him, don't try to influence him, don't let him die in an unclear way. If you don't plan to abandon the duty of the second guard," Ravana made a gesture of seeing off, "go."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of metal rubbing sharply rang in his ears, and Lancelot's sword pointed at the tip of his nose in the blink of an eye. "I don't know where you heard the weird talk, General Ravana." Lancelot's always gentle eyes were full of coldness, "I can understand that you are trying to sow discord."

Ravana shrugged without nervousness: "It's not what I said, I'm just a mouthpiece. But ah, Lord Lancelot, you have such a big reaction... Could it be that you were hit?"

Lancelot sneered, and the sword edge moved forward, and Ravana had to take a few steps back. "Then please go back and tell that so-called 'someone'—there is no second guard of the Holy Grail, and he can't question my loyalty as a knight of the round table for such a nonsensical reason!"

"Okay, okay, I get it," Ravana raised his cane and pushed his sword away, "Send the word, and point the sword at me. Since you don't welcome me to stay longer, I don't feel comfortable It's boring. Goodbye, Lord Lancelot." After that, a space magic circle appeared on the ground, and Ravana's figure disappeared into the military tent in the blink of an eye.

Lancelot put the sword back into the scabbard, sat back in the chair, and slowly calmed down.Ravana's words touched his back to some extent, and Lancelot couldn't help but care about who the "someone" in his words referred to.However, after thinking for a long time, because he didn't know enough about Ravana, he couldn't figure it out at all.Then his eyes drifted to Arthur who was sleeping soundly in front of him. Now he had wiped off the blood, healed the wound, and slept peacefully under the influence of the spell, appearing to have no intentions.

But Lancelot remembered that he had just asked himself about Avalon's origin not long ago.

He suddenly felt that the situation didn't seem too good.

The author has something to say: another update before school starts -V-

By the way, do you remember who Ravana is?If you don’t remember, you can go to Chapter 11 to read it.

Arthur’s situation really happened in the historical Battle of Chalon, because it was too dark and chaotic, some people ran to the enemy’s camp and spent the night there. ...I express my admiration for the ancients, OTZ

In the next chapter, we will write about the Visigoth king and the governor. The author personally likes these two. I wonder if you think they are cute?

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After dawn, the result of the Battle of Chalon was announced. The enemy was defeated, and the pursuers even destroyed part of the camp.The result was better than Derangel himself expected, though he probably wasn't overly happy.The reason is that during the chaotic battle last night, he was shot by enemy arrows with barbs and failed to treat the wound in time, causing an infection and then a fever.Now he had to rest in his camp, an unpleasant fact that dampened the joy of victory that should have been there.

What disturbed him even more was that there was a disagreement between the "assault faction" and the "siege faction" in the Roman ‖army‖, and the two sides were at a stalemate; The blocking was ineffective, so I had to watch them leave.After the actual main force left, the centrifugal trend within the coalition forces suddenly strengthened, and the encirclement collapsed within a few days, and the troops returned home.Derangel couldn't help but feel sicker.

He fell into a nightmare caused by a high fever, unable to get out.In the dream, he saw his 17-year-old self dragging his broken body and being driven away from Visigoth amidst cold eyes and condemnation; his father arranged for him a place on the border of the empire to recuperate his wounds as soon as possible. Send someone to send him to the East with a letter and some money.Delangel grew up in Visigoth, and the empire behind his father, whom he had never met, made him feel completely strange, and beyond the other side of the empire, there was even a huge wildness that he had never heard of.

What kind of houses do people live there?Did the people there understand what he said?Are they as greedy, vicious, and spend their entire lives on horseback as rumored?With all kinds of questions in his mind, Drangel embarked on the road to the east.

The weather was not good along the way. They encountered heavy rain and deviated from the route. If Attila's men did not rescue them, they would probably get lost in the forest.After arriving in Attila's domain, Drangel did not meet the imagined devil, but he was received kindly and—in terms of local conditions—attentively.This was indeed a certain degree of psychological comfort for the down-and-out young man at that time.Soon he met Attila, the young leader who had won the right to rule the entire tribe and all the slave states just after he was [-] years old.He asked him, "What am I doing here?"

Attila replied: "You were exchanged as a hostage."

"Is it necessary to treat an exchanged hostage with such courtesy and thoughtfulness?"

"...It was my son who was exchanged. I don't want him to be abused, and of course I can't abuse you." The leader of the barbarians said.Then a faint smile appeared on his hard face, "Besides," he said, "your father Gordontius and I are old friends."

This is Derangel's first impression of Attila, a smile in the dark eyes.

Then the vision in the dream became some time later, when the proton Dranger had become accustomed to life here, and one night Attila and his warriors returned to the camp to hold a feast to celebrate the day's victories.Derangel was wandering in the tent where the cups were mixed, and in his dream, the sound and scene of the banquet became unclear due to the long time.

The only thing that was clear was his own voice, and he asked the man beside him: "Aren't you and my father old friends? But you are also enemies. What's going on?"

The man's alcohol-smelling answer was clearly close to his ears, even though he couldn't see the other person's face in the dream: "This is not contradictory."

"Of course it's a contradiction," Derangel felt as if he frowned, "It means that you will probably be on the battlefield one day, thinking about how to kill your friends." It should be friends, he added in his heart.

After a long period of time, he felt that there were only vague figures walking back and forth in his dream, and he could vaguely hear the noisy voices at the banquet, but he still couldn't hear the answer in his ears.He couldn't see Attila's face in the dream, and he didn't know what the barbarian was thinking at that time.

He just remembered saying later: "Drangel, that's why 'old friends' are 'old'."

"I was no longer related to Cordentius when I left 'Rome at 15," he said. "Of course, now because of you, maybe I'm indirectly related to him. But that doesn't mean anything." gone."

"Drangel, remember this when you leave here."

Of course I know, Derangel remembers saying to himself, I am the son of a Roman general anyway.

When he was 20 years old, Rome sent someone out of the blue to tell him that his father's second pure-blood son - who seemed to be his brother, although he had never seen the man - had been assassinated and died as a The only son was recalled to Rome.Due to the haste of the matter, he didn't even have time to say goodbye to the savage, so he had to ask someone to tell him, and then turned and hurried on the road.Presumably, he hadn't seen Attila since that day; he didn't even know when the two of them saw each other for the last time.

What was the Savage like now, did he remember himself, what could they talk about when they met?Drangel thought, floating in the flames.

He had heard tales of the flames from his captives, and they said that the barbarian had put all his belongings and his wife on a pile of wooden saddles before going out, and that if the battle failed he would die with them in the flames. .

Then he lost, and the funeral pyre must be burning by now.Thinking of this, Drangel really saw the figure of the barbarian in the middle of the flames, vaguely seemed to be there, but it was not real; finally it was completely swallowed up by the flames, and he could no longer see it.

——What kind of houses do people live there?Did the people there understand what he said?Are they as greedy, vicious, and spend their entire lives on horseback as rumored?

—— "Drangel, your father and I are probably old friends."

—— "Drangel, remember these when you are about to leave."

Suddenly he couldn't help thinking, what is the savage like now, does he remember himself, what can they talk about when they meet?

Then it dawned on him that they were no longer related since he left the East at twenty; besides, the savage might be dead.After realizing this, the weird dreams gradually went away from him, and Drangel enjoyed the undisturbed darkness until he woke up from the lethargy caused by the high fever.

After waking up, he found that it was not yet dawn, so he tried to move his muscles and bones. He felt that he seemed to be better after a night of deep sleep.After that, he stared at the top of the tent and stopped moving. Perhaps because he hadn't fully woken up from the dream, his thoughts drifted to some unknown place without knowing it.

At one point, Attila asked him casually, "How many sons of Gordontius are you?"

"I am the eldest son," he replied.

"Oh?" Attila said oh but didn't show any expression, just moved one eyebrow, "Then why were you sent to be a proton?"

Drangel shrugged. "Probably because I have too much foreign blood on my body."

Attila showed a clear expression: "... a beautiful female captive?"

"No! She's an aristocrat." He raised his voice slightly to retort, and the conversation was interrupted.

I don't know how long after that, Derangel can't remember clearly, Attila tried to teach him riding and archery, but he refused.

At that time, the leader of the barbarians showed genuine surprise on his face: "Your right hand is actually disabled? It's strange, I haven't noticed it before."

Derangel waved his right hand innocently: "It's a pity that it wasn't broken, otherwise it would be clear at a glance."

"No, I'm not..." The barbarian hurriedly made excuses.

Drangel shook his head indifferently. "It's you," he looked at Attila strangely, "why do you plan to teach me?" This is what was said, and there is still a half sentence left: in the future, we may be enemies.

I don't know if Attila heard the second part of his sentence, but he guessed he did, because the guy looked rough and ignorant, but he was actually surprisingly smart (he'd been breathing for three years, anyway. air in Rome).However, he laughed a few times as if he was completely innocent, and then pressed hard on Drangel's shoulder: "Probably because I think you are a good kid, Gordonius is missing!"