Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Julian calendar year 406, tenth month, thirty-first day. (December 31, 406 AD)

The tribe’s capital relocation plan went very smoothly, and Painhurs brought them new moving skills: a larger carriage, the largest one, and even six prairie horses pulling at the same time to move around. At the same time, in the carriage The construction of a huge mobile base was completed by building and fixing the tent on the wooden boards.

Painhurs was full of spirits, and brought the main force of his troops to this vast pasture. The slender and twisted green dragon flag covered the sky, and the huge migration team couldn't see the end at a glance.

According to the tribal scouts and the map provided by the ogres, the group came to an unfamiliar land: surrounded by mountains on three sides, facing a river on the other, the terrain was dangerous, and dozens of metal deposits were found nearby, but they were abandoned. The unused artificial mines, the dark red land, are full of ruins and bones.

"Warchief, where is this place?"

A scout asked strangely.

"Yeah, the terrain is so dangerous and there are so many metal deposits nearby. Why don't the ogres build a stronghold here? Look, across this river, there are endless green pastures and large expanses of forest. It can attack, retreat and defend. Although it is not as fertile as Gredinian, the area is far larger."

The Withered Bone Chief, Abhuos also looked around strangely, and finally fixed his puzzled gaze on the two heads of the accompanying Ogre King, Margok.

After seeing the terrifying army of people and horses, the head of the ogre did not dare to have any delusions. Just kidding, the number of these half-man and half-horse is actually more than their own ogres. They are burly, powerful, and wearing heavy armor, coming and going like wind.

The killing degree of the rain of arrows is completely different from that of the advance troops. What's more, these monsters actually have an Eastern Roman lance? !

The ogre king deduced countless times in his heart, and found desperately that he had no way to defeat the true master of the tribe.

"The Ogre King?"

Abhuos asked again, and finally awakened Margok from his sad fantasy.

"Ah? Ah, this is our hometown, but it is also a cursed land. No ogre dares to return to the embrace of their ancestors."

The two heads of the head of state sighed deeply at the same time.

"curse?"

Chief Withered Bones became more curious.

"Salmize Getusa."

Painhurs said lightly. It immediately aroused the curiosity of the two talking. Abhuos had never heard this word, and Margok was surprised that the other party actually knew the past of the ogre.

"The former capital of the Kingdom of Dacia: Salmizje Tusa. This is the last line of defense for the ogres against Trajan's aggression. Daikaibarus, ah, what a respectable ogre s King."

The warchief put on an expression of respect and regret in front of the ogres.

"He led the army of ogres, facing Augustus, and the siege of seventeen legions under him. He fought hard for several years and finally failed. However, the respectable Supreme King would rather die than Unwilling to become slaves to the Romans, the entire army committed suicide collectively here-really a respectable and lamentable hero."

"Yup."

Margok was emotional, his two faces were distorted from the pain, and his four eyes were filled with sad tears.

"That day, the Romans captured our capital, our Salmize Getusa. That day, the Romans razed it to the ground and burned it to scorched earth! That day, the Romans sprinkled salt on our land and our blood. , Cursing the warrior who died in the war will never be freed! Look, even hundreds of years later, this land thirsty for the blood of ogres is still the cursed dark red face!"

"Don’t worry, Ogre King, as long as you and I work together, in the near future, you can let the Romans taste the humiliation you have suffered, and endure the pain you have endured, in their land and their blood. Sprinkle the salt. I swear in the name of the warchief."

Pain Hess solemnly looked at the ogre king and made a solemn vow on the ruins of the old capital of Dacia.

"Give me an order! Recruit the Eastern Goths, the Panticapone, the construction craftsmen of Teflin, and assign them a large number of slaves. I will be here to restore the former prosperity and prosperity of Salmize Getusa! I We want to make this the new capital of the tribe! Look at this dark red land, this soil stained with heroic blood is definitely not a cursed land."

"Your will!"

Listening to the great chieftain's bold words, Margok was completely overwhelmed by his strength and mind, and knelt down under Painhurs' pale horseshoes from the heart.

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At the same time, the relationship between the tribe and the Eastern Roman Empire became closer. Peinhes asked the other side to open several forts as exchange locations on the south bank of the Danube near the famous Trajan Bridge. Many tribe members attracted by the imperial vanity and wealthy people would go to the south for tourism, viewing, and a small number of people even considering it. Settled directly in the local area, some people were directly hired as soldiers by the local war regiment commanders at several times the amount of money.

And some high elves and half elves of the Eastern Roman Empire were also attracted by the high-ranking officials of Painhurs. They left the extremely complicated political environment and the motherland where they were intriguing everywhere, and went to the barbaric tribal alliance in the north. Take a chance.

With such a huge population exchange, the two sides naturally planted countless spies in it, and the warchief wanted to open it too. Love planted the spies. As long as they could not penetrate into their Senate, they would not get any important information, at most. Knowing the details of some tribes, anyway, this kind of dirty work, I did not do less.

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