Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

Now, without recalling the words of his father and Lord Neos in his mind, the true responsibilities of the druid became clearer.

The cold blood seemed to be boiling faintly.

Inheritance, what exactly is inheritance?

Fiona's warriors, Melton's adventures, Cu Chulainn's politeness, Queen Maeve's cleanliness...

These oral legends and long-standing heroes have experienced thousands of years of wind and frost together with the mysterious Stonehenge on this isolated island overseas. With the efforts of each generation of druids, they have poured the soul of this nation.

Only now did Fario realize that his mission is not to listen to the destiny of the gods, but to continue the spirit and civilization of this nation.

Fario didn't understand what his father and Lord Neos said at the time, but now he understands, but it's still a bit slow after all.

In the future, probably no one will remember the Celtic nation anymore.

"Fario!"

......

I don't know how long it took, Fario woke up from a daze, and faintly heard shouts, from far to near, from vague to clear.

He raised his eyelids with difficulty, his brain seemed to be frozen by ice.

The fog in his consciousness dissipated, and Fario called out subconsciously: "Lord Neos?"

His voice was extremely hoarse, like the scraping of dry bark.

"Don't talk, I'm here to rescue you." Nios knelt on one knee, trying to help the old man. "It's very chaotic outside, so I can't pay attention to this side for the time being."

There was a deafening explosion in the distance, and the flames lit up half the sky.

Fario sat up, panted hard, pulled the corners of his mouth, looked at Neos and said hoarsely: "Again, is it your plan again?"

"Well, the Romans are always so stupid." Neos nodded.

The sound of the prison door opening and closing sounded again.

A black shadow flickered, and the girl came behind Neos and knelt down on one knee, "I got rid of them, my lord!"

Then he gave a Roman soldier's costume with both hands.

"Very good." Neos took the military uniform, looked at Fario, and smiled, "You should be familiar with what to do next."

"You, are you the girl at that time?" Fario asked in a low voice.

"Lord Fario!" Fei was startled.

She really didn't see the dead flesh-like object in the darkness just now, but it was Fario, which was far from the druid high priest in green robe and white beard back then.

"Sorry, it's really hard to recognize now." Fario showed an elder smile.

"Okay, don't say a few words, let's go." Neos looked serious, and leaned over to pull his arm.

Fario suddenly reached out and squeezed Neos' hand.

Neos frowned, feeling the unshakable strength emanating from the old man's slender hand, and an ominous premonition rose.

"What do you want?" he asked quietly.

"My lord, why did you come back?" Fario asked in a low voice.

"Although I am very happy that you will come to save me, I still want to ask, why did you come to save me..."

Neos looked at the old man and fell silent.

"You can't save anyone, Randall is dead, riding a horse into the Roman army, as fierce as an old lion..."

"Cohen is also dead. He already knew that we gave him the military flag to use him as a bait, so he swaggered in Roman clothes, held the military flag, and spared the whole of Wales...

He obviously hates the Romans the most. "

Fario smiled wryly and burst into tears, trembling all over: "In the end, Fario will die too. It's just a pity that I haven't achieved anything in my life."

Neos held his trembling hand firmly: "Yes, yes, you summoned me, you gave me a new life.

So I'll talk about the rest later, you just follow me now! "

As soon as Neos finished speaking, Fario's mood suddenly calmed down unexpectedly.

In the dark night, there are fires and the noise of carriages and horses outside, but there is silence in the cell.

The old man was sitting in the corner, with his back curled up and his head bowed. His whole body collapsed, like a lifeless old tree.

In the dark, he muttered to himself.

"Britain, Britain, Britain..."

Nios watched him bewitched, and the girl Fei observed the movement outside the cell from time to time, with an anxious expression on her face.

Fario suddenly raised his head: "Do you know, Master Neos?"

"A group of Celts on the mainland did not want to endure the war, so they migrated to this free island. They called themselves 'Bretons'."

Fario laughed for no reason: "Britain, Wales, Ireland, Scotland...

Here, both the ground and the trees are full of fruits, and various livestock can be raised. The long rivers raise many salmon and eels. Pearls of various colors can be found in shells by the sea, and shiny ores can be found in the mountains. .

I have lived here all my life, and I have always felt that this place is really a beautiful place. "

"Fario..." Neos called out.

Fario shook his head and looked straight into his eyes: "I can see that you are not Celtic, and I can also see that you have no intention of saving us."

"But it doesn't make any sense for you to save me like this. My relatives are dead, my hometown is burned, and the Celts in this land are disappearing little by little.

Even if you rescued me, how can I live in this strange land? "

"I'm tired, Lord Neos."

Fario closed his eyes and waved his hands: "So you go, leave this land, and go back to the place that belongs to you."

(That boy is back, that boy has been here recently, that boy is not leaving)

Chapter 26 No.20 Six Self-righteous Games

"Let's go, leave this land, and go back to where you belong."

An almost icy rejection.

Neos wanted to laugh subconsciously, but the muscles on his face didn't follow him.

somewhere I Belong?

Does such a place really exist?

So is Fario mocking him?

After exhausting all the calculations, so what if he can predict things like a god, and what if he carries a vast amount of knowledge. After all, he still doesn't know where he came from, and he doesn't know where he is going.

Even though there are tens of millions of maps in hand, I can't find the destination that should be marked.

Empty, confused, vain, powerless...

Only in that evening, the singing of the Celtic warriors moved him a little bit.

Scenes of scenes appeared in my mind, always following behind, the girl who never left, the tribal leader who never surrendered, the old man who was not afraid of death...

New memories add weight to the soul.

The hustle and bustle outside is approaching, and all kinds of noise flood into my mind.

Neos staggered back two steps, his face suddenly lost color.

The pain of dizziness followed, Nios pressed his forehead and gritted his teeth.

The memory of the experience became blurred, and countless pictures flew before his eyes, then shattered and intertwined.

I vaguely feel that I have also experienced such a story.

The same flames, the same neighing of horses, the same battlefield and rain of blood, weapons and sharp arrows, there is also a group of people, carrying the flames on their backs, rushing towards the army of the Black Tide.

They wept bitterly, they roared, and their roars resounded through the sky.

what are they calling

"grown ups!"

"grown ups!"

"......grown ups!"

The rapid shaking made Neos wake up instantly, and those pictures disappeared immediately, like melting snow, without any traces.

What came from it was the girl in front of her, who was supporting herself and running outside.

Neos gently pushed him away, stood up straight, and rubbed between his brows: "What happened?"

Fei shook his head, and said seriously: "I don't know, my lord, you fainted out of nowhere in the prison. It was Lord Fario who held you and sent you out."

Neos frowned: "What about others?"

Fei hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head: "Master Fario sent me out, and then went back by himself. He asked me to take you away first, and he went to drag the Roman soldiers."

"..."

Nios was silent for a long time, looked back at the cell, and whispered: "Really."

"Then shall we go back and save him?" Fei asked in a low voice.

"It's not necessary, because you can never save a person who wants to die, just like..." Neos shook his head, wiped his body, and slipped into the darkness with his hands behind his back.

Fei was stunned for two seconds, then followed up dizzily: "Like what?"

Neos paused, looked down at his palm, and laughed at himself: "...It's like you can never wake up a person who pretends to be asleep."

But now, those who begged for death were about to die, and those who pretended to be asleep, did they still plan to sleep?

......

"Snapped!"

Paulinus slapped the person in front of him mercilessly.