Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

Don't keep thinking about making trouble, my lord! !

"Just kidding, if I summon a real god, it will be embarrassing." Neos said.

Fario heaved a sigh of relief. To be honest, he really didn't know what would happen if a god used the ritual of summoning himself to summon a god, and he didn't dare to know.

It's getting late.

After resting for a while, Randall returned from hunting with his few remaining warriors. Many believers cried out excitedly and got up to pick up the prey carried by the warriors.

The ignited fire was booming, and sparks were floating on the fire. Some believers who could cook put the collected food into small pottery pots, and Randall was grilling meat on the other side.

What the Celts ate was completely different from what Neos remembered.

They plucked chickweed and rhubarb, picked wild mushrooms, served them with a bit of barley, cut off a small portion of roasted meat, and threw it in the pot for seasoning.

Holding the wooden plate, Nios took out a wooden stick that he polished on the road from his arms, and used it as chopsticks, chewing slowly.

"As expected of Lord Neos, is this the tool for eating in the kingdom of the gods?" Randall sat down carelessly, holding a whole roasted rabbit in his hand.

"I said I'm not a god, Randall." Neos shook his head.

This sentence made Fario on the side raise his head, he hesitated to speak, but still lowered his head and continued to eat.

"In my opinion, someone who can eat in this way is already a god." Randall said, staring at the wooden stick between Neos' fingers.

"This is just human wisdom, a tool that a group of people have explored for thousands of years, and has nothing to do with gods." Nios skillfully picked up a piece of venison.

"Humans can't take us out of the siege of the Romans." Randall has completely convinced Neos.

In his opinion, if it wasn't for the gods, how could there be such a means.

Neos didn't bother to explain to him.

"What plans does Master Neos have next?" Fario said suddenly.

"The next plan?"

Neos turned to look at him: "Are you talking about my own plan, or your plan?"

"Is there any difference between the two?" Randall interjected, frowning.

Fario ignored him, staring at Neos with a serious expression: "All of them."

"my words......"

Neos looked at the sky, the sun had already set, but it was still emitting light, and the sky showed a strange blue.

"I want to know, who am I?"

Only by knowing where you came from can you know where you should go.

"So is your lord planning to leave us?" Fario was extremely calm.

"What!" Randall jumped up in shock.

"How could Lord Neos..."

"My path is not the same as yours, so let's go our separate ways in the next village and town."

Neos interrupted him.

"If this is what Master Neos thinks, then we believers will definitely respect your decision." Fario leaned over and put his forehead on the grass.

Neos was a little tired of this gesture and didn't respond to him.

Randall also fell silent, and the firelight illuminated his resolute side face.

He still couldn't figure out why Lord God would leave them.

"But I still pray, my lord, you can give us the last instructions." Fario straightened up and looked at Neos solemnly.

Neos sighed helplessly, and put down the plate: "I have given the eagle flag to Cohen, so even if the Romans want to chase after it, there is a high probability that they will be lured away by him."

When Randall heard this, he couldn't help but sympathize with Cohen.

Fario nodded seriously.

Nios went on to say: "So you have enough time to decide to implement the next arrangement, whether it is rebuilding your homeland or seeking asylum, this is your choice."

"And I believe that you are not the only ones oppressed by the Romans. You can also use this to find like-minded companions, and even use the name of Druid to attract those persecuted Celts."

"But without your guidance, my lord, how could we defeat the Romans?" Randall asked anxiously.

"I never said I wanted you to defeat the Romans."

"Then what does your lord want us to do?"

Nios stood up, put his hands behind his back, and looked up at the stars: "This is not what I want you to do, but what you must do as a nation."

"what?"

"Inheritance." Neos didn't look back, his voice was calm and distant.

"Inheritance?" Fario heard this word for the first time.

"Yes, whether you want to build your own country, or plan to live in the dense forest and swamp, stealthily in the mist,

In short, you must live, live, to tell your stories to future generations, tell the legend of the oak forest, and tell the hatred for those subjugated countries. "

Neos let out a long sigh and looked at the sky, where a star was dimly lit.

"Because it is like a person who has forgotten the past and cannot find a way forward; a nation without history is doomed to have no future."

Chapter 8 Queen Boudica

Britannia, North East England, Iceni Tribe.

The world is gray, and the smell of oak and moss seeps into the mist, with a hint of chill.

Queen Boudica is holding her husband's funeral.

In the oak forest, she held the shoulders of her two daughters beside her, and stared motionlessly at the sleeping King Issini on the firewood pile in front of her.

All the members of the tribe gathered around, and the warriors of the tribe circled the pyre, holding torches in their hands.

The druid apprentice was smeared with blue dye on his face, and he was wearing a green robe. He stood on a high place, opened his hands, and whispered softly: "Great King Iceni, Prasutegus, we are gathered here, Escorting you to another world, may the green seer guide your soul."

"You brought us peace, now go find your peace."

As he spoke, the apprentice turned his head to look at the red-haired Queen Boudica and her two daughters.

"Under the leadership of your beloved Queen Boudica, your daughter will succeed you as the great tribal leader."

Queen Boudica gently closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and patted the backs of her two daughters.

Two girls under 12 years old wiped away their tears, stepped forward, took the torch handed by the warrior, and lit the firewood pile with their own hands.

Watching the tall flames rise, there is a slight crackling sound in the flames, the breeze in the oak forest suddenly blows, and the leaves rustle.

In the dead silence, the ground suddenly shook.

Queen Boudica turned her head and saw a golden-red figure coming out of the fog.

The Romans, on horseback, broke into the funeral.

"Get out of here, Romans, you are not welcome here!" the druid apprentice roared.

The horse walked to a place not far from the firewood pile, frightened by the flames, let out a soft growl, and trampled the ground restlessly with its hooves.

The warriors were dissatisfied with such disrespectful behavior, and surrounded the Romans with torches.

But facing them is only a sharp dagger.

"Gattus, what do you want!" Boudica roared loudly.

In the past few years, the Romans frequently ran to their land, led soldiers, and expropriated gold and silver. After the gold and silver were collected, they would collect grain, and after the grain was collected, they would collect the iron swords of the warriors.

You must know that the sword is more important than life in the eyes of Celtic warriors.

And now, when the whole tribe had been squeezed to the brim, the Romans came with their soldiers.

Queen Boudica growled, suppressing her anger, her fists clenched under the cloak: "The king has just passed away, no matter what you want to do, you have to wait!"

"This is a privilege granted to us by the Roman emperor!"

A man called Gatus was riding a horse, surrounded by Roman soldiers, with his chin raised, looking high above him.

Gatus is the treasurer of the province of Britannia, and now Governor Paulinus is on an expedition to Wales, and he has become the leader in the management of the province.

Back then, the King of Issini signed a covenant with the Empire, and he would co-rule Issini with the Roman Emperor. Now that the king is dead, Gatus will completely take back the Issini tribe for the sake of the empire.

"I was ordered to come here to take over the land of the Iceni tribe. From now on, this land will belong to the Roman Empire." Gatus lowered his head and lowered his eyes, fingering the dirt under his fingernails, with a casual expression on his face.

"My husband, the king of Iceni, signed a covenant with Rome!" Boudica frowned, his face stiff.

"The king is dead, so what is his will belong to Rome."

Gatos said lightly. "Even you."

Boudica gritted his teeth.

The warrior behind her screamed angrily.

The druid apprentice loudly accused: "How dare you insult the queen! Romans, do you want to break the covenant of Emperor Claudius!"

Gatus raised his eyebrows and tilted his head: "Emperor Claudius is dead, and now I serve Emperor Nero."

"You have collected our food and gold coins!" Boudica forced himself to calm down.

"Don't worry, we still have to go to other tribes,"

Gatus said: "And according to the rules, Rome will take back your land, so there will be no return without Raul."

"Rules! My husband and I kept all our promises!"

Boudica snarled and couldn't take it anymore, her red hair was as dazzling as a burning flame: "You are the one who didn't follow the rules, Gatus!"

"Oh."

Boudica stepped forward, but was stopped by Roman soldiers.

Anger spewed from her eyes, and the veins on the back of her hand burst out: "If Rome intends to betray the alliance, Gatus, I swear to the Green Prophet, you will regret being our enemy!"

"This is the land of Rome, how can your gods protect you?" Gatus tugged the reins and sneered.