Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

The blood dripped on the sleeve of the white robe, but it was like dew dripping on the leaves, slipping directly and seeping into the soil.

"It's all right...it's all right kid...I'll protect you..."

Maybe it was exhaustion, maybe it was peace of mind, the girl gradually calmed down, opened her mouth lightly, and closed her eyes.

She was so tired that her arm around her sister let go, her head tilted, and she fell on Neos.

Neos hugged her quickly, gently.

The setting sun was blood red, and the lingering smoke from the village floated into the sky.

Druids and Celtic warriors stood on the hill, quietly surrounding the man in white robe and the sleeping girl.

The wind picked up, the leaves rustled, and the black clouds surrounding the head began to dissipate.

Fario looked up at the sky, took a deep breath, and chanted softly.

"The home of the grizzly...the sky of the goshawk...the home that gave me life and breath...the home that called me back..."

Everyone fell silent.

At that moment, it seemed that everything around him suddenly disappeared.

"...I will cross the mountains and come home...go home...go home...I will cross the sea...go home..."

The old song is like the wind, like the cloud, carrying them through the green oak forest, through the misty swamp, and the mountain and sea.

Under the magnificent starry sky, the ancient and mysterious Stonehenge has stood for thousands of years and has been weather-beaten.

All Celtic souls, living or dead, will eventually return to their homeland.

Chapter 10 Chapter 10 No bleeding, no truce!

In the dead of night, the bonfire is beating.

An oil lamp was lit in the Neos tent, which he himself had made from the wax and grease he had collected.

Under the lamp, the girl lay on a bed made of hemp grass, leaves and fur, sleeping quietly.

Neos was pinching her wrist to feel her pulse when Fario and Randall came in suddenly, and he raised his hand slightly to stop her.

The two of them didn't dare to make a sound, and stood quietly at the entrance of the tent, watching Neos make strange movements.

Just like seeing a small oil lamp for the first time, Fario and Randall always can't understand what adults do, but they always feel very powerful.

After taking the pulse, Nios lightly covered the girl with a leather mattress, blew on the lamp, and motioned for the two to go out with him.

"Lord Neos, do you really want to go?" Randall asked as soon as he came out.

Nios didn't answer, but stood outside the tent, holding the curtain with his hands and looking inside.

The moonlight penetrated in, illuminating the little girl's sleeping face. Even in the dream, her facial features were tense, her whole body was curled up into a ball, and her brows were tightly furrowed.

Neos lowered the curtain and let out a long sigh.

Randall didn't dare to get angry at his ignorance, so he could only signal Fario with his eyes, asking him to try to keep him.

Fario contemplated for a moment: "Lord Neos, you saw the daytime scene today and the fire last night...they are powerless to stop the Romans."

"So." Neos glanced at them, his tone almost heartless.

"But as long as I have your guidance, I believe..." Fario continued.

"As I said, I'm not your god, not even a human being." Nios interrupted him with a wave of his hands, his hands on his back, and he walked forward with his head bowed.

Fario and Randall hurried to follow.

"But it was you who brought us out!" Randall shouted anxiously.

"Short-sighted!" Nios suddenly waved his sleeves and turned around, glaring at the two of them, and angrily reprimanded them in a low voice.

Fario and Randall looked at each other, not daring to refute.

"You have seen the group of Roman soldiers, so what should you do when you face them again?" Neos asked with a straight face.

"We will fight hard!" Randall retorted subconsciously.

Nios chuckled: "Oh, come on, they are well-trained, their armor is excellent, and their food and grass are abundant. This is no longer a war of the same level. This is a ruthless crushing of top to bottom."

Fario's language is blocked.

Randall opened his mouth, unable to say anything.

Nios sighed: "Although we can escape the pursuit of the army, we are powerless to escape the coercion of the general trend of the world."

The so-called general trend of the world is vast, those who follow it will prosper, and those who go against it will perish.

The only thing that can be done is to live on in this unshakable power, to preserve a trace of blood, so that future generations will not forget it.

Randall was silent for a while. He lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and scratched the back of his head vigorously, his heart filled with all kinds of displeasure and confusion.

Fario also had no words to refute, letting the night wind blow his robe and looking up at the starry sky.

"I don't care! I don't understand what you're saying!" Randall roared with the force of tearing his legs.

"All I know is that the Romans burned my home, killed my people, and made my people slaves!"

"Then no matter who they are, I will cut off their heads and tell them that we are the masters of this land!"

After all, Randall had tears in his eyes.

He drew out the long sword at his waist and pointed the tip at Neos.

Fario turned pale with fright, and planned to step forward and hold Randall.

The surrounding warriors and believers also surrounded him.

Neos raised his hand to stop them.

Randall was panting heavily, like an angry bull, staring at the big eyes of the copper bell. After a long time, he let out a roar, threw the sword forcefully, stuck it on the ground, and ran back by himself.

Suddenly, Nios seemed to remember that someone had told him that.

"Stupid, how can you resist the sky? You are just an ordinary person."

Neos looked at Randall's back, and suddenly spoke to Fario, who had not spoken.

"Have you nothing to say to me?"

Fario was silent for a moment: "Then please, my lord, give us a blessing?"

Neos was stunned, and looked at him with a little bit of surprise.

The old man smiled quietly, his wrinkles were squeezed together, and he stood there hunched over, like an old oak tree.

"What do you want to do?" Neos asked.

"Sorry, I can't tell you, but I believe that if it is the Lord God, he will know it, right?"

"No, I don't know, so I'm not a god." Nios shook his head, "But I will still give you the blessings you deserve."

"Thank you, sir." Fario bowed.

Nios thought for a moment, clasped his fists and saluted, and said in Chinese: "Wang Jun, return with victory, and cast a sword into a plow."

Although Fario didn't understand, he still imitated his movements: "Thank you, my lord!"

After speaking, he has wiped himself away.

Nios sighed softly, turned around and stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the stars in the sky.

Among them, Nandou Qisix, the Sirius rises, and the seven evil spirits gradually emerge, which means that the war disaster is approaching, and Yin and Yang will control changes.

After a long time, there was a long sigh, and a faint singing sounded under the moon.

"Jiuu old Qin...go to the country together...Jiuu old Qin...restore my country...blood will not be shed...death will never stop..."

......

The next day, morning.

Neos took the girl to pack his bags and prepared to part with Fario and his party.

During this trip, Nios will go north to the foggy mountains, to the land of gods and Lake Avalon, to find the mystery of his own life experience.

Fario took Randall east and entered England to see if there was any tribe he could join.

Neos asked them for two short-footed ponies. The ponies were pitifully short, like goats, but if they wanted to climb mountains, the ponies would be more advantageous.

The believers packed dried meat and grain into his pack, rolled up the tent, and tied it to the horse's back.

Neos scanned the people who saw him off and asked, "Where's Randall?"

"He..." Fario didn't dare to say it.

Neos nodded and patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, I see."

"Thank you for your understanding." Fario heaved a sigh of relief.

Before leaving, Neos was rejecting the offers of warriors and believers. Fario, standing aside, suddenly grabbed the girl and secretly stuffed the small dagger into her arms.

"Remember, you must protect Lord Nios." Fario looked directly at her with dark green eyes.

The girl held the dagger tightly in both hands, looked at him blankly, and nodded vigorously.

The sun was at its highest point, and a goshawk flew across the sky.

Nios raised his hand to cover his forehead, and looked at it for a while: "Okay, we're leaving."

So without saying goodbye too much, he waved his hand, got on the pony, and walked along the path in the forest.

The girl sat upright on the pony, and a rope was tied around the neck of the pony, which was connected to Neos' pony, so that she could follow him all the way.

Fario looked at their backs and bowed his head in prayer; the warriors also shouted loudly to see them off.

Nios headed north all the way, out of the forest, onto the grassland, and suddenly the sky was clear and clear.

Turning his head subconsciously, he saw a burly man emerging from the side forest, riding a horse, holding the rein in his hand, looking at Neos on the top of the hill from a distance.

Randall.

Neos saw him too.

Randall raised his chest and raised his head, suddenly pulled out the long sword, grabbed the rein with one hand, and raised the other hand high, with the tip of the sword reaching the sky.