Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

The roar startled the crows in the forest, screaming mournfully.

The elder was silent for a long time, and patted Randall on the shoulder: "Let your warriors stand firm, and then tell the other leaders that the ceremony was successful, and tell them that the coming Green Prophet will protect them."

Randall stared into his eyes, and the two looked at each other for a long time.

He squeezed the dagger at his waist, hesitated to speak, but finally nodded, said "I will", and stepped on the fallen leaves and mud, scrambling into the forest.

......

Five days later, night.

The only remaining high priest of the druids, Fario, the most respected elder in the British Isles, awoke from his sleep.

It was Randall who woke him up. This sturdy man looked tired now.

Most of the clothes made of animal skins were torn and covered with blood and sweat.

On the bare left shoulder, the wound was deep and long, and blood continued to ooze.

"Randall, you are injured!" Fario exclaimed and stood up.

"There's no time for this!"

Randall pressed his shoulder: "The Romans are very close to us!"

"But..." Fario was stunned for a moment, unable to react.

"The leaders of many tribes either died in battle or ran away by themselves. They didn't want to be angered by the Romans, so now it's just me, Kaido and Cohen"

Randall said in a deep voice: "...and we can't hold it anymore."

"Really..." Fario's lips turned pale, and he squirmed slightly, "Can we still retreat?"

Randall shook his head: "Every way out is blocked, and there are soldiers patrolling around the forest."

"Then there is the river..."

"The boats were all burned."

Fario was completely desperate, subconsciously looking in the direction of Neos.

He still sat there like a statue, indifferent to everything that happened.

Oh, right, this is what a god should look like, watching all disputes in the world indifferently, never asking, and never intervening.

After all, he lost his mind and thought of asking the gods for help to get out of the predicament.

Fario laughed to himself.

"Then, inform Kaido and Cohen, let them..." he said weakly.

"...let them come to me."

A sudden voice sounded, as clear as a spring.

Randall and Fario were stunned at the same time.

Now there is no one else in the Forbidden Forest except the two of them, so who else is talking?

Frightening thoughts exploded from their hearts, and the two looked at the source of the sound in unison.

On a great oak stump a man stood in the moonlight.

She is dressed in a white robe, has silver hair, skin like white jade, and a little cinnabar between her eyebrows, like a drop of blood sprinkled on the snow.

As the breeze blew, the silver hair fluttered and the white robe fluttered, making her look even more graceful, azure like a god, fluttering like a fairy.

Facing the eyes of Fario and Randall, he explained: "Sorry for taking so long to speak, after all, I just learned your language."

The two looked dumbfounded.

Neos was sure that they understood what he said, narrowed his eyes, smiled faintly, and looked up at the sky.

So now, the third question comes, what should I do next?

Section 2 Chapter 2 "Why is the Prime Minister laughing?"

In Wales, not far from the Forbidden Forest, British Governor Paulinus is receiving a special guest in his tent.

"Thanks to your information, my soldiers can survive. After all, even a lion can't deal with the lynx in the forest."

Paulinus sat at the main seat, watching the Celtic warriors in the ledger, while putting his hands next to his face, rubbing them unconsciously.

"So tell me, Kaido, how should I thank you?"

"You're welcome, Governor, I just hope that I can still enjoy this kind of food after the war." Kaido cut off the roast venison on the small table with a knife, put it in his mouth and chewed, his fingertips were full of oil .

"Easy, as long as you can prove your loyalty," Paulinus said.

"Of course, Lord Governor." Kaido brushed his long curly hair so that the dirty ends would not fall on the food.

The disgust in Paulinus' eyes flashed: "Then, can you tell me about your god?"

"Yeah!" Kaido nodded, shaking his bulging cheeks up and down.

He stuffed so much food into his mouth that it was hard to swallow.

Paulinus waved.

The female slave on the side poured wine and handed the glass to Kaido.

Kaido said "thank you", and his eyes were glued to the tall female slave, unable to move away for a long time.

After a long time, he realized that he quickly bowed to Paulinus, "Sorry."

Paulinus shook his head expressionlessly.

Kaido panicked, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, swallowing it impatiently.

This is the most excellent wine producing area in the Roman Empire, Pompeii in the south of Naples. The purple liquid is full of sweet and sour grapes, and the aroma of oak, which is extremely mellow.

Delicious food, beautiful slaves, delicious wine...

All of this made Kaido more determined in his mind, and the last sense of guilt dissipated.

He said softly: "The high priest said that it was the legendary Green Prophet, the god in charge of the rocks, the earth and the forest, who came on the night of the full moon five days ago,

It is said that his body is formed from the roots and branches of the ancient oak tree, his wisdom is stored in Stonehenge, he has powerful magic power, and he can talk to all beasts and trees..."

"Enough." Paulinus waved his hand, his tone was firm.

Kaido shuddered and lowered his head.

"Then have you ever had contact with that so-called god?" Paulinus asked.

"No, no one has seen him except the believers." Kaido shook his head.

"Heh..." Paulinus sneered, "Gods that have never been seen do not exist."

Kaido nodded in agreement.

"Go back now, find a way to find out the true identity of the so-called god, and report the situation in time." Paulinus said.

"Yes, Governor!" Kaido stood up, clenched his right fist and hammered his chest, then raised his palm and extended his arm, a nondescript salute.

Paulinus flashed sharply and sneered, "Okay, let's go back quickly."

"Then remember to wash off the oil on your hands, and make some scars so that no one will see it."

Kaido scratched his head and laughed: "Don't worry, they never saw it."

After that, he ate the two fruits, turned and left.

After Paulinus left, he turned his eyes to the huge map on his desk, on which the whole of Britain was drawn. Except for the part of the Welsh area that had been conquered in England, the Scottish area was still in a fog.

Britain, the land surrounded by the sea, has long looked out on the mainland alone.

Here there is no affluence of the Italian peninsula, nor the bright sunshine of the southern coast of the Mediterranean like Carthage and Egypt, but only the gloom accumulated for thousands of years.

This isolated island outside the sea was excluded from Roman history and grew wildly.

Celtic warriors, Irish legends, mysterious druids and Stonehenge...

All these have created the character of the islanders here, tough and brave, lonely and stubborn, full of wildness and rebelliousness.

Therefore, in Paulinus' plan, as long as their beliefs are eradicated, they can first conquer this group of barbarians spiritually.

And the Celtics who have lost their faith, even if they are highly skilled in martial arts, will only be as vulnerable as Kaido and those Irish nobles.

Caesar the Great once set foot on this land, tore down the mysterious curtain of this island, and told the Romans that the civilians here were backward and tyrannical;

Then the Emperor Claudius conquered the great lands here, slaughtered their warriors, mined their gold and silver, and enslaved their people;

And now...

Paulinus looked at the vast land of Scotland, and his heart surged.

He couldn't help but open his hands, leaning on the table, looking at the huge map below him, as if embracing this land that no one had conquered before.

And now he, Suetonius Paulinus, governor of the province of Britannia personally appointed by Emperor Nero, would accomplish what all previous emperors, not even the great Caesar, had failed to accomplish.

He will completely conquer Britain!

Just like when Caesar conquered Gaul!

He will take their gods alive, return them to Rome, and display them in triumph!

Just like what Augustus did to Cleopatra!

Finally, he will crucify the Celtic gods in the name of the Roman gods!

......

In the forbidden forest.

Nios sat on the stump with a dignified posture.

Even Randall couldn't help but sit upright, and pushed Cohen beside him, signaling him to pay attention to his attitude.

Cohen was a little impatient, but he straightened his back and sat up a little.

He is one of the leaders responsible for guarding the Forbidden Forest. He was brought here just after he escaped from the battlefield, and he is exhausted at the moment.

Unlike Randall, he doesn't have much feeling for the gods.