"The four of them were once kings of Asia Minor, and were extremely powerful. They each ruled the country with a circumference of thousands of Stadia (one thousand Stadia equals one hundred and eighty kilometers). I only used one finger a little and made them bow down and surrender. Now these four are just my grooms." Tegranis narrated with great pride.

"Yes, I believe that in the future, these four people will also show their strengths in the racecourse." Apis then began to ask Tegranis directly, "Let us discuss this for irrelevant questions. Or may I ask the respected King, what is the answer to the Roman commander's proposal?"

Tegranis sat back on the throne and began to talk nonsense again: "I don't want to hand over my father-in-law, but I don't mean to go to war with you Romans, or in other words, Armenia has enough power to protect itself. Do you understand what I mean?"

Apis shook his head and said bluntly: "If Mitradati is not handed over, it means war!" After that, he handed the letter to Tegranis.

"Arrogant Romans, do you think that in this world, you are the only ones who know how to forge a sword to kill?" In the room next to him, Otpeli could no longer bear it. She first walked out and then shouted to everyone present: "If Ben and Armenia teamed up with no less than 100,000 elite warriors could fight the Romans, my father also had tens of thousands of Tarent treasures, plus the majesty of my husband, the King of Kings - the Caucasus to the Red Sea, whether it was the Alminians or Arabs, they would hold their spears when they heard the call of the King of Kings.

The bows and arrows, like dark clouds and rains, travel thousands of miles to serve, gathered beside my husband - at that time our army is more than one million! And the poor Romans, less than ten thousand people, I heard that they only had a hundred people to share a war horse, and most of them could only fight on foot. They could survive until now, but by false intimidation. Everyone, don’t be scared by the surface, pick up the sword and fight like a man, otherwise the bodies of Armenia and Bendu women will no longer be your happy temple. We will despise you and refuse any wishes for you!"

The Queen of Kings's encouragement had a huge effect. The nobles were full of spirit. They raised their swords together and demanded that Tegranis decide to fight the Romans.

Tegranis also burst out with a heroic spirit of a man. He browsed three words: Latin, Greek and Armenian diplomatic letters, and threw them down the stairs. "Romans, I condemn your arrogance and stupidity. I, Tegranis, is the 'king of kings' of Asia, and is recognized by hundreds of tribes, cities and kingdoms, and your commander Lukulas only calls me the king in the letter, and I also correspond to it. In the reply letter, he does not call him the General of Triumph, that is, the huge and powerful army of Armenia will crush the triumph he dreams of!"

"War, war!" The entire palace was in full bloom.

Aspis picked up the letter and stopped talking, and prepared to retreat. Tegranis stopped him and said to him: "Young man, although I don't like your arrogance, I admire your handsomeness and simplicity. Even if the meeting was not so pleasant, I will still show the generosity of the King of Kings - these treasures are gifts to you, which can add some brilliance to your shabby camp." After that, sixteen strong court servants carried out many boxes, filled with dazzling treasures, and shined before Appius's eyes.

Apis chose for a while and took out a small silver spoon from the Mountain of Treasures, indicating that he was only willing to accept the gift of King of Kings.

"Why just choose this thing?" Tegranis was puzzled.

The messenger of the Roman Revue, smiled contemptuously, raised the spoon and said to all the kings, "For soon, I will take this spoon and sit in this palace as a conqueror to eat with the rest of the soldiers."

A gray and vigorous carrier pigeon with its wings swept through the heavy cumulus clouds and crossed the lake and mountains. It brought the results of negotiations between Apis and Armenians to the city of Amisus in Lukuraston camp at the fastest speed of that era.

After taking off the letter tied to the pigeon's legs, Lukulas's confidential slave quickly entered the coach's tent and handed it over to the master who was discussing strategy with the generals.

"Sure enough, Tegranis condemned me and wanted to be enemies with Rome." Lukulas sat in a chair, slowly read the content of the reply, and said, "Everyone, the bad news is that the winter camp this year is completely cancelled again. Sonagios led the Eighth Legion to stay on the coast of Bendu. I will lead the Seventh and Eleventh Legion back to Karabi, preparing to cross the Taurus Mountains and fight Armenia; the good news is that Thrace and Gerasha are willing to assist me, we will obtain sufficient servants and supplies, and I will become the first Roman general to cross the Euphrates River, and the King of Armenia and Bendu will also appear in my triumphal ceremony."

"Your Excellency, morale will be a problem. The soldiers have not been in good winter camp for two or three consecutive years. They are likely unwilling to cross the snowy mountains and fight on the enemy's land." Chief Deputy General Murila advised.

Luculas' expression said that he was incredible about the soldiers' thoughts. Didn't the Roman citizens want to win the honor of soldiers? "Dear Mr. Telanian, isn't the greatest honor of a soldier to fight on the battlefield, rescue the people of that country from the tyranny, and put them under the protection of justice and justice?" The general asked the man dressed in a scholar next to Murira in fluent Greek.

Terranian, a Greek wise man captured in the city of Sinop, became a staff member and guest of Lukulas, and sold it to Murira as a high-ranking slave for two thousand dinars of silver - but this was just a fiasco. Lukulas promised that once he returned to Rome, he would liberate Terranian's identity and recommended him to become the most famous rhetoricist in the city of Rome.

"Yes, my lord, all of Greece are praising your courage and mercy." Telranian was respectful.

"That's what you Greeks think. The soldiers of our legion are now thinking about how to rob your Greeks' city." Secdeslius, the commander of the Seventh Legion, shouted, "Everyone knows what is a Greek? The active party for oral sex and the passive party for anal sex is a Greek boy. This is the role given to you by the world."

"Enough!" Lukulas was furious about his subordinates' rudeness. "I recommend you to lead the Seventh Legion, not to let you get along with those soldiers. Your legion rapes, kills people, and even robs food from the altar of the temple. When the Seventh Legion Company marched, the flag officer and the trumpeter sang yellow songs."

Secredirus did not dare to refute anything publicly, but just muttered in a low voice, "But our legion's military achievements are the greatest..." As a result, his complaint was secretly stopped by several military civilian officials.
Chapter completed!