What the vulva did you just speak to me, you lowly barbarian ? I’ll have you know I am a part of the Cohors Praetoria and I have been involved in numerous campaigns in Germania, and I have killed over 100 Blue-painted Gauls. I am trained in Testudo warfare and I am the top Legionary engineer in the entire 10th Legion. You are nothing to me but another Germanic man who rolls in the mud. I will throw a pilum at you with precision the likes of which has never been seen during the entire Bello Gallico, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with rambling that horse-shit to me in your filthy barbarian language ? Words fall from you mouth as shit from ass. By Jupiter’s Cock, as we converse I am contacting my secret network of Legionarii Evocati across the entire Roman Empire and your little shit-filled village is being raided right now so prepare for the moment, when the Gods have seen it fit to remove cock from arse so you can finally see Roman might. The Roman might that will wipe out the pathetic thing you call your tribe. You’re fucking dead, stinking Barbarian. I can ride anywhere over superior Roman paved roads, at anytime, and I can kill you in over 700 ways, and that’s just with my Gladius. Not only am I extensively trained in a Castrum, but I have access to my entire Centurio of brave Romans and I will use them to full extent to wipe you cruel Germanics of the face of the earth. If only you could have know what amount of Ballista fire your little clever comment in your uncivilized language was about to bring down upon, you maybe would have shut your filthy mouth. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now the Gods will spread cheek from cheek and ram cock in arse. I will sell your people as slaves and you will march in my victory parade over the Via Sacra. You’re dead, filthy Barbarian !
I’d respond, but it would take months to cross all that empty shitty steppe.
yeah, if you suck at riding horses and don’t know how to raise animals, sure.
Kızgın Romalı çok mürekkep döktü.
Ok atacağına, mağra adamı gibi cirit atacakmış.
Yolsuz ovaları bile geçemiyor, bırak koca dağları.
O taşaksız oğlanları rahat bırak, edepsiz.
Biz sizi köle yapmayız bile. Ya tamamen gömeriz, ya bize birleşip medeniyeti öğrenirsiniz.
The angry Roman spills much ink.
He does not how to use a bow and arrow, he throws spears like a caveman.
He cannot even cross a roadless meadow, let alone mighty mountains.
You leave those castrated boys alone, pervert.
We won’t even enslave your people. Either we will bury you whole, or let you join the civilised world.