I Built the Ancient Organization of Salvation

　　"If you always have the will to protect people and take them north to their new home in the Highlands, this amulet will continue to strengthen you, and if not, it will become a useless stone."

　　"When you have successfully completed your mission and arrived at the highland with the rest of you safely, you will have the opportunity to gain more powerful power under the command of the king of the highland."

　　The eyes of the rest of the people focused on the string of talismans, and there was an undisguised envy in it. Such an experience was exactly like a story sung by poets.

　　"Are you willing to take this mission?"

　　In the face of the mysterious man's question, the man looked at the amulet in his hand, then squeezed it into his palm a little bit, looked at the mysterious black-robed man, and nodded hastily: "I do!"

　　Then, everyone saw the man in black robe slowly turning around, turning his back to himself and others as he appeared, and came out with a sentence that made them a little confused:

　　"Let's go when you're full."

　　As soon as the voice fell, it suddenly rose into the sky, turned into a giant bird in the blink of an eye, and under everyone's astonished eyes, fluttered its wings and flew towards the sky above the mountains, gradually turning into a black spot that could not be seen clearly.

　　"This is a Druid! A saint and prophet who communicates with the gods!"

　　Someone immediately exclaimed.

　　At this moment, the aroma of the food penetrated into the nose, causing the already hungry crowd to groan for a while. When they looked down, they found that there were several strips of attractively colored jerky at the entrance of the hole.

　　……

　　Looking at the earth retreating in his eyes, among the puppets who turned into giant eagles, Tang You's thoughts were already flying.

　　It was not the first time he had done something like just now.

　　In the past few days, whenever he found out that he had a good heart, he gave a talisman or a ring to protect ordinary people from going to the northern highlands.The hardships and ups and downs on the road are the tests for them.

　　The person who passes through is the future knight of King Arthur, the backbone of the evil.

　　Nowadays, it is far more than the "Merlin" vest who plays the local Aegis personnel on the two islands of Britain and saves the people from water and fire.

　　However, because the latter has the strongest power and appears more frequently, it must be the biggest name in the future.

　　Tang You was about to go to the next place, and continued to guide the Celts to the safety zone he had specially built - the northern highlands surrounded by eagles, but suddenly realized that the arrangement he had left near Loch Lomond had been triggered by someone. .

　　"After waiting for so many days, it finally appeared!"

　　His eyes flickered slightly, his wings changed direction, and he flew to Loch Lomond in the middle of the British island.

　　……

　　Beneath the densely vegetated mountains, beside the smooth, mirror-like lake.

　　"The flint is lost, and we can't make a fire anymore."

　　In the voice of frustration, a group of unkempt people, sitting under a large rock sheltered from the wind, looked at the pyre without the slightest spark in the middle, and they were all downcast.

　　Because the deep sea giants landed and attacked the town everywhere, their group of homeless people had to flee to safety.

　　In this era of extremely lagging information flow, the reason why they knew to go north was because they listened to the instructions of another group of refugees.In that team, there were treasures bestowed by Druids.

　　These people had originally formed a team with them.

　　It is a pity that, facing the difficult and dangerous situation in the sudden wild monster attack, the treasure holder could not stand the test and chose to flee by himself. As a result, he lost his strength and the team suffered heavy casualties.

　　While these people are blessed by luck, they also have good strength, which is how they can survive the chaos.

　　"Ugh……"

　　Someone could not help but sigh.

　　There are not enough weapons, no flint, and no cold items. They don't know what to rely on to go north next.

　　However, if you don't go, you can't, the entire south has become a paradise for the Fermors, and if you stay, you will die.Only the northern highlands, as the Druids who have re-emerged, have a chance of life for ordinary people.

　　Among the dozen or so people, there was a petite woman with a long ponytail and a dirty face that couldn't be seen. She lowered her head and folded her arms tightly in the corner.

　　The collapsed stone castle, countless broken houses, screams one after another, blood flowing on the ground, and pieces of meat hanging from the mace...

　　Countless miserable images flashed through her mind, burying her head deeper in her arms and knees.

　　The sun was gradually setting in the west, and the afterglow turned the lake into an orange-red gem.

　　Before night, the cold wind was blowing in the mountains, and the refugees tightened their clothes, but the wind was still blowing on the skin from the large pores.

　　In addition to shivering, they were already bemoaning the night.

　　If there is a fire, then everyone can grit their teeth and carry it, but now... I don't know how many people will be left at the end.

　　"I'm going to drink some water."

　　A certain man got up and walked to the lake in the south with a sheepskin water bag.

　　The clear lake water reflected his face, and the small fish at the bottom of the lake seemed to be swimming in the air. He couldn't help swallowing, but he knew that without the right tools, catching the fish directly would only be worth the loss.

　　After drinking the water, he quietly turned his head to look at everyone, and found that no one was controlling him, so he took out a small poor apple from his arms and carefully chewed and swallowed it silently.

　　After eating, he breathed a sigh of relief.

　　In this situation, I absolutely cannot let others know that I still have food.

　　Filling the water bag, he just got up and was about to go back, when he saw that there was a long bar stuck on the boulder that was used for sheltering from the wind. He looked carefully with the afterglow on the left, and it turned out to be a sword!

　　Since most of the sword body is submerged in the stone, only the hilt is exposed, and it is not high, so they could not see this thing at all from the previous angle.

　　The man was surprised: "Look, there is a sword on this stone."

　　Others immediately ran over curiously.

　　Iron tools were expensive in this era, and Europa farmers were still relying on wooden sticks to loosen the soil. A poor-quality iron weapon was already a family heirloom.

　　When the town was destroyed, these people were not considered to be the lowest level of people, so no matter what, they still carried a weapon.

　　But in the subsequent wild monster attack, their weapons were either lost in a panic, or were hammered into scrap metal by the deep sea giants, and only one or two of them still carried a small dagger.

　　A sword is definitely a good fortune, and under the current situation, it is a treasure that increases the chance of survival.

　　Therefore, when these people heard this, they rushed over.

　　Seeing this situation, the first thing I found out was that the man wanted to slap him, what a rude thing to do, so would it be good to run over quietly and get his hands on it.

　　"This road is the only way to go to the northern highlands. Looking at the traces on the ground, many refugees have already passed by. It is estimated that they accidentally fell, but how can they run to the stone? It's too strange..."

　　"It doesn't matter, get it now."

　　A group of people scrambled to climb up the stone, and some even took off other people's pants. Compared to this, the woman who was solitary and huddled under the sheltered stone was an outlier.

　　The noise of the companions made the hands around his arms gradually tighten.She wanted to escape, but countless memories appeared like a nightmare:

　　Hiding in the cellar, through the gap, he saw his father's head rolling down, his eyes almost sticking out of their sockets.

　　The turquoise giant came slowly with a mace, but accidentally broke into this place in a panic, and then the frightened people who fled turned around and chased out.

　　Staggering out of the house, the gentle aunt hung coldly on the wooden pole.

　　In the mess, the blood on the ground stained the soles of the feet, and penetrated all the way to the trousers, showing a shocking red...

　　She had never felt so ridiculous.

　　Because her father was a traveling bard, she spent most of her sixteen-year journey at her uncle's house.

　　The latter was the lord's guard, who often taught her martial arts skills, coupled with natural brute force, so she grew up almost like a boy. At only fifteen years old, the lord's guards could not beat her.

　　The influence of her uncle, supplemented by the heroic stories her father told when he occasionally returned, until the day before the disaster, she thought that she would become the best bodyguard like a man.

　　But at the moment when her relatives died in front of her eyes, she found that she was so frightened that she fell, and she just stared blankly at the tragedy.

　　All the pride of the past was instantly dissipated...

　　On the sheltered stone next to it, a certain person rushed to the top of the stone first, grabbed the hilt and pulled it out, but no matter how hard he tried, even if his face was flushed, the sword still remained motionless.

　　Before he could try again, he was pulled down, but those who tried later also ended in failure.

　　Everyone finally realized that the situation was not right, and only then did they have time to look carefully, and found that the hilt of the sword was more delicate than expected, and even the sword that the lord once showed off was not as neat and beautiful as it should be.

　　The smooth lines of golden silk and wood grain all describe its high cost.

　　Looking further down, there was no gap between the sword body, which was as bright as snow, and the stone, as if it had grown out of a stone.

　　In addition, a piece of text is vaguely visible on the sword, but the rest is covered by stones...

　　……

　　ps: In the end, I decided to write a female Arthur, but there will be no house smell in it, and there will be no serious plot. This will be a female man, suitable for all book lovers.

　　Looking back in time and space twice, one east and one west, one man and one woman, quite neat.

　　Since this is a heroic epic, there are not many historical elements in it, and the Celts during that time have no detailed history, so it may not be as good as the Tang Dynasty, so I should not write too long. .

Chapter 314

　　Everyone gradually quieted down.

　　The reason why the Celts were called barbarians by the Romans was because they did not have a systematic civilization of their own.The only thing they can call culture these days is the long-sung Celtic mythology.

　　This contains vague historical, geographic and ceremonial information.

　　Bards, as inheritors, will tell different chapters on different occasions, and at the same time, they will organize and compile what they have seen and heard during their travels.

　　But myths are myths after all, and their large-scale dissemination allows gods, giants, wild monsters, and elves to create a wonderful and splendid worldview in the hearts of the Celts.

　　Things that are slightly beyond life experience, they will push it to the gods, not to mention that this shows an unusual sword.

　　Looking at the dried mud marks on the back of the stone, it can be imagined that many passers-by tried to draw swords long before the group of refugees like him and others.

　　However, the sword is still here, indicating that they have failed without exception.

　　Everyone looked at each other, then climbed down silently.

　　Normally, people do want great power.But in fact, the vast majority of people in the world, in the face of things with unknown origins and unknown risks, will not choose to have the courage to try, but will keep them at a distance.

　　"You say, what's going on here?"

　　The people returned to the sheltered rocks, and their natural curiosity drove them to talk.

　　"I guess it should be a Druid, or a test left by a god, anyway, it will never be a trap left by a demon or a monster, otherwise the moment we touched it, we would have been cursed and turned into some terrible monsters. "

　　However, someone seemed to think of something, and his face turned pale: "I don't think so."

　　"What if the trap is released after the sword is drawn? When you draw the sword with joy, only to find a man-eating monster burrowing out of it. Or as you say, you are cursed at the touch of But it will take a long time to manifest.”

　　As soon as these words came out, the scene immediately fell silent.