In the Gallic war camp outside the Spanish outpost
A messenger from Spain my Warchief!
War Chief Coulliore blinked once. Then twice. Then burst out laughing so loudly that his voice could be heard all the way to the enemy camp. After finishing his merriment he told the Spanish messenger to relay the following words:
Dear Spaniards/Fools.
It seems that you are as foolish as you are superstitious. If you truly think for a second that you can frighten a Gaul with threats then you need to be educated at axepoint. We have been gracious to the point of stupidity, but it seems you are hellbent on your own destruction. If you are so determined to be our enemy then you have made yourself an enemy and we will ensure that your nation can never be a threat to us. We will send Gauls to Spain itself and destroy your farms, make merriment with your women, burn your cottages, pillage your mines and destroy any man of fighting age. We can do all this without hurting ourself, for we are Gaul and war is what we do best. Every Gallic man loves a fight and there will be no shortage of volunteers to turn Spain/Fool-land into a terrified people hiding in cities behind their walls.
We will quote to you as our last communication the words of wise Chief Lugud: Those who fight well do not lose, those who lose well do not perish.
It seems you do neither...
A messenger from Spain my Warchief!
Begone with your foul talk ! You are the agressor here and your so called offer of a settler in exchange for my outpost is out of the question. Although you probably take over the city know that this first victory will be your last one, for the proud people of Spain have one soul purpose in life from now on: to be the Nemesis of the French ! My warriors will attack you until their last breath and France has to put all energy to my forces, hindering them to grow further. Words from your untolerable aggression will spread to other countries and soon your pathetic civilization will shrink to waste !
For my answer; look at the bones of you slaughtered archer, the first in the line of many to come.
It's your last chance to turn around and go home, otherwise I stop wasting time to listen to your ramblings and instead talk the word of swords and axes from now on....
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For my answer; look at the bones of you slaughtered archer, the first in the line of many to come.
It's your last chance to turn around and go home, otherwise I stop wasting time to listen to your ramblings and instead talk the word of swords and axes from now on....
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War Chief Coulliore blinked once. Then twice. Then burst out laughing so loudly that his voice could be heard all the way to the enemy camp. After finishing his merriment he told the Spanish messenger to relay the following words:
Dear Spaniards/Fools.
It seems that you are as foolish as you are superstitious. If you truly think for a second that you can frighten a Gaul with threats then you need to be educated at axepoint. We have been gracious to the point of stupidity, but it seems you are hellbent on your own destruction. If you are so determined to be our enemy then you have made yourself an enemy and we will ensure that your nation can never be a threat to us. We will send Gauls to Spain itself and destroy your farms, make merriment with your women, burn your cottages, pillage your mines and destroy any man of fighting age. We can do all this without hurting ourself, for we are Gaul and war is what we do best. Every Gallic man loves a fight and there will be no shortage of volunteers to turn Spain/Fool-land into a terrified people hiding in cities behind their walls.
We will quote to you as our last communication the words of wise Chief Lugud: Those who fight well do not lose, those who lose well do not perish.
It seems you do neither...
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