The Hun God Swords - Angel of hope

Untitled Part 197

Members of the Roman War Council sat around the huge table, handing the writing hand in hand. The doorman opened the Roman tent door and announced the newcomers. Flavius ​​motioned for them to enter. The thirty kings lined up in succession. For them, the chairs were prepared in advance, on which they were seated in a semicircular shape around the table. The commander did not expect a greeting from them. He received their contemptuous face, their stern gaze indifferently. He who commanded one hundred thousand soldiers said first:

- Why did you call us? We have already heard Ármány against Attila, and our decision is final.

- Do you think you made a good decision? You will also serve Rome with Attila. I can say that for sure. The situation will be different in that Attila is worse than anyone who has led Rome so far. His sharp mind shines, and out of a desire for power he already considers himself the lord of the world, not just Rome.

- Your word is a lying commander. Sounded from another king. - The intrigue of Rome does not deceive us. The Hun king does not desire a lord of the world. He doesn't want to destroy Rome either, he just wants to stop him.

Flavius ​​gestured with a smile to the servant standing next to the scribe, who distributed rolls of paper to the kings. They slowly began to read the writing. Who among the kings knew the robe became more irritated. There was a loud growl, a murmur, and then the king commanding the one hundred thousand spoke first:

" If this is the real...," Flavius ​​said, holding up a piece of paper stretched out next to him, on which Attila's seal and signature could be clearly seen. - That's different. Tell the commander what you want from us!

An overnight deliberation began. The new allied kings themselves proposed the movement of their troops. They all agreed that Attila's remaining armies are also in great danger if he is cornered.