Chapter 576 Finn, why is your head green?

Ulster, outside the city.

The mighty Fianna regiment marched quickly towards their destination, but the thick fog made them gradually lose their sense of direction. The dull footsteps and sharp sounds of armor scraping against each other in the team did not drift far before being drowned in the dead silence.

Team leader Finn looked at the increasingly thick white fog in front of him, his frown deepening. Years of military service and combat career had left him with a strong sense of uneasiness.

It seemed that they were walking on the edge of a cliff. If they took a wrong step, they would fall into the bottomless abyss and be swallowed up by the deathly silence around them.

“Stop!”

Sensing a strong sense of foreboding, Finn immediately raised his hand and clenched his fist, making a "forbidden" gesture to the soldiers of the regiment behind him. He then called his son, Ossian, to the team and winked at him.

Ossian nodded, squatted down, chanted ancient Gaelic, placed his right hand, which was glowing green, on the ground, and his consciousness flowed like a tide through the earth veins, exploring the surroundings.

Looking at his son's actions, Finn felt a little relieved.

Ossian was his offspring with a female druid. At the beginning, his mother was transformed into a doe by evil believers. He happened to pass by and rescued the female druid and had sex with her. The child was conceived and named "Ossian", which means "little deer".

As his name suggests, Ossian's combat ability is not outstanding, but he has perfectly inherited his mother's magical talent and is the leading wise man and druid in the Fianna legion.

In this land, when it comes to perception of life and the natural environment, no one can compare to the native druids.

After a moment, Oxiang, who had closed his eyes to perceive, suddenly opened his eyes with horror on his face.

But before he could open his mouth, the fog in front of him shook violently like boiling water, and a dark red flame appeared in an instant.

“Get out of the way!”

At the critical moment, Finn thrust out his spear, and the sharp light of the spear shattered the flames flying in front of Oxiang.

The surging magic power tore the surrounding fog apart, revealing several sturdy and powerful figures. The leading warrior had silver hair and bloodshot eyes, and looked handsome:

"Sigurd, the last descendant of the great god Odin, the current monarch of the Volsung family."

The man spoke loudly, and the magic sword Gramer in his hand ignited with a blazing fire. The pure and rich divine power formed dark red light patterns.

Finn met his gaze and rode forward:

"Finn MacCool, descendant of the god of war Danu, captain of the Fianna warband."

The moment the words fell to the ground, the magic spear "Unbeatable Purple Grass" in Finn's hand rolled up an emerald vortex, and the rainbow light from the spear tip pierced Sigurd's throat.

But Sigurd reacted just as quickly. He mobilized his divine power and raised the magic sword Grame in his hand. The runes bursting out of the blade resisted the emerald vortex that was rushing towards him - bronze sparks exploded when the metals bit each other.

The next moment, the Nordic warrior king growled and twisted the sword. The arm muscles strengthened by rune runes bulged and tore the spear into pieces. The strong impact caused Finn and his horse to stagger back.

——Master!

Realizing that the sniper in front of him was not simple, Finn decisively called back the horse of the underworld under his crotch. After his body fell, he stomped on the ground and rushed forward. Twelve water mirror illusions rose from the sulfur mist, and the magic spear wrapped in ice cones pierced Sigurd's neck from the angles of various spaces.

The Celtic tsunami, the cold current of Hades, and the vortex of starlight turned into a liquid cage and poured down. The blood-red lines on Sigurd's left eye surged, and Gramo's sword cut out a rune matrix in mid-air, evaporating the almost liquid space into sulfur mist.

Then, the Nordic Warrior King rushed forward in a vortex of steam. The trail of the sword's cutting edge ignited the dusk flame, but when it touched Finn's heart, it evaporated into a large amount of water mist.

--phantom?

As Sigurd's eyes shrank, Finn's true body swooped down from the clouds, and the tip of the spear pierced Sigurd's right chest, leaving a hideous wound. But at the same time, the latter's pupils reflected the foreseen trajectory, and he swung back with the twilight flame. While the sword wind melted the four water mirrors, the remaining fire burned Finn's cloak into a fluttering gray butterfly.

In the first battle, both sides were evenly matched.

Their eyes met, and the two people with staggered bodies simultaneously pushed their own divine power to the extreme, pouring it all into the magic sword and magic spear in their hands.

"The wisdom of the true god - the undefeated purple grass!"

"Dusk Burns - Grammer of Bad Calamity!"

Two beams of emerald and scarlet flames shot up into the sky, and the strong wind pressure almost suffocated the members of the Fianna regiment.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

Realizing that this was no longer a battle that ordinary people could intervene in, Ossian decisively ordered the Fianna regiment to leave the battlefield, detour from the other side, and continue searching for the location of the Royal City of Ulster.

“Boom!”

The Emerald Torrent and the Dusk Fire collided with each other not far away, causing a horrific annihilation reaction. For a moment, strong winds blew up, and large areas of soil condensed into dark red crystals under high temperature and high pressure.

"Don't you want to stop and wait for the Grand Master?"

In the forest, the burly warrior, son of Luke, nicknamed "Strong Hand", clenched the sword in his hand and asked Oxiang with a frown.

"It's too late. Our tracks have been exposed. The enemy is ambushing us! The longer we stay in the wilderness, the more passive we will be. We must find the location of the Royal City as soon as possible and join up with the Red Branch Knights!"

Oxiang replied in a deep voice, and then added,

"Don't worry, the Grand Commander is just buying us time. He won't lose. Only if we leave safely can he withdraw from the battlefield. Don't let his kindness go to waste."

Upon hearing this, the members of the Fianna regiment calmed down, decisively followed Ossian's orders, and quickly turned towards the direction of Ulster Royal City.

However, before one wave of troubles subsides, another wave of troubles arises.

The team had not moved forward a few steps when several whistling rays of magic fell into the Fianna regiment like meteorites. The strong magical impact knocked many Fianna warriors to the ground.

"Raven King Hrolf!"

"Wartooth King Harald!"

"Bloodaxe King Eric!"

Three valiant and warlike tribal leaders each introduced their names, scarlet blood gushing out of the pores of their bodies. They looked like evil beasts from hell, charging left and right in the enemy camp with a grin, causing a bloody storm.

Seeing their warriors being slaughtered, the God-Blood heroes of the Fianna Regiment were furious and rushed forward to fight.

Gower, son of Morna, Kart, son of Ronan, and Oscar, son of Ossian, known as the meat grinder on the battlefield, faced three brave Nordic warriors.

As a God-Blood Hero with extremely strong vitality and energy, he cannot stop his opponent from moving unless he is seriously and fatally injured.

As a result, the two sides were tied for a while, and the Fianna regiment was forced to stop advancing and was pinned down in place.

At the same time, a blond sturdy man with red and black divine patterns engraved all over his body, crushed the chaotic formation of the Fianna regiment like a hot knife through butter and went straight to Ossian who took over the command from Finn.

The son of Lugard, a burly warrior nicknamed "Strong Hand", waved a sword as thick as a door panel in his hand and decisively stood in front of Ossian.

"Want to stop me? You're not qualified enough!"

The sturdy man roared, and with his fist burning with blood, he smashed the heavy sword into pieces, and knocked the sword's owner back in one fell swoop.

When E Xiang saw the giant beast-like man walking towards him, he couldn't help feeling scared.

He was a druid and was not good at close combat. The God-Blood heroes belonging to the Fianna Legion were being blocked by alien warriors of equal strength at the moment, and there was no time to rescue them.

At this moment, the sturdy man had already pushed away the last few Fianna warriors who were blocking his way, and swung his iron fist towards the thin Oshang.

Before the fist arrived, the fierce wind pressure caused pain on E Xiang's cheek, and the protective spell he was rapidly reciting was interrupted.

Damn it!

Looking at the iron fist that was rapidly enlarging in front of him, Oxiang's pupils suddenly shrank.

At the critical moment, an equally burly figure pierced through the thick fog like a cannonball and smashed in front of Oshang, laughing as he took the punch from the opposite side:

"Beowulf, we meet again!"

"Fergus? Just in time!"

The sturdy man's rugged face revealed a hint of excitement at meeting a worthy opponent, and he summoned two weapons, one heavy and one light, from his clenched hands.

One of them is the "Red Field Hound", which smells blood and actively tracks it. It is a magic sword that will automatically cut when it is swung. And every time it cuts, the blade absorbs the opponent's blood and emits a red glow. Beowulf once used it to kill a water monster.

The second is "Iron Hammer Snake Blast", which is more like a stick made of steel than a sword. It is basically a sword for the purpose of hammering. It does not have the feeling of slashing, but it will have powerful blunt damage when swung. It is specially used to deal with large creatures or creatures with armor. Beowulf has used it to deal with giants and dragons.

Seeing his opponent showing off his magic weapon and making an all-out effort, Fergus did not hesitate. He gathered lightning in his hand and a giant sword shaped like a spiral drill appeared in his palm.

The spiral sword "Karadeboga" was created by the elves of the Kingdom of God. The sword carries the powerful force of heavenly thunder, which means "solid lightning" or "a lightning-like blow". It is the weapon that made Fergus famous and the basis for him to be called the Demon Swordsman.

Blood-red thunderclouds rolled around, and Fergus's spiral sword "Karadeboga" slashed out a scarlet vortex. The hurricane brought by the sword's edge tore the surrounding trees into a rain of sawdust. Beowulf laughed wildly and smashed the wind wall. Two weapons, one light and one heavy, were embedded in the spiral patterns of the sword blades. The three artifacts collided, and the sparks ignited the mist.

"Oh great god, Odin!"

Beowulf prayed loudly, and the blood in his body gushed out rapidly. The strange dragon scale patterns on his arms suddenly expanded, and his strength increased several times in an instant, and he actually shocked Fergus, who was holding the spiral sword, and made him retreat again and again.

In the Age of the Norse Gods, there is a unique secret battle technique called Berserker, which allows ordinary people to be transformed into Berserkers.

Legend has it that this was taught by the great god Odin. A Nordic warrior who uses this secret technique will have the vision of an eagle, the hearing of a wolf, the speed of a leopard, and the strength of a bear, which will increase his combat ability several times. Among them, the Raven King, the Wartooth King, and the Blood Axe King have all mastered this secret technique.

Beowulf is the best among them.

Because the etymology of "berserk" is Berserk in Norse mythology, and Beowulf's name is one of its prototypes.

"Strength competition? I don't lose that easily!"

The unwilling Celtic giant roared and stomped the ground, seven layers of rainbow sword light spiraled up in front of him, and each arc of light reflected the phantom of the battlefield with different endings; the brave Nordic berserker also roared forward, golden-red blood mist spurted out of his pores, and ignited two weapons, one light and one heavy.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The stirred up soil formed a suspended sandstorm, and the two men hit each other hundreds of times in a few seconds.

Fergus's shattered jawbone splattered dark golden divine blood, and Beowulf's broken ribs pierced his flesh, obviously neither of them gained any advantage.

But the more this happened, the more excited the two became. They rushed towards each other again at the same time, collided fiercely, and continued their fight to the death, like two humanoid beasts who were insensitive to pain and tireless.

As powerful magic power shot out in all directions, the warriors of the Fianna Regiment quickly retreated, fearing that they would become innocent victims.

"Here is the road, follow me."

A charming voice came from the front, and the Queen of Connaught with long pink hair waved the whip in her hand, slightly dispersing the thick fog around her.

Maeve? This woman is here too!

Oxiang was delighted at first, but then his face became solemn again.

Maeve's presence here means that Connacht and Ulster have joined forces, but are still no match for the foreigners who crossed the sea, otherwise no news would be able to be delivered.

The opponent is stronger than they expected!

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Ossian quickly approached Maeve, preparing to enter the city under the guidance of the Queen of Connaught, and then find out the details of those outsiders and make long-term plans.

But just as the Fianna legion assembled around Ossian took a few steps, the fog that was originally dispelled by Maeve became thicker again, separating the two sides again.

At the same time, rustling sounds came from the surrounding trees, and they pulled their roots out of the soil, transforming themselves into huge tree men, waving weapons made of vines, and rushed towards the Fiona Legion and Queen Maeve.

Elf curse, and it’s that damn long-eared woman again!

Maeve cursed inwardly, a cold look in her eyes. She bit her fingertips and spilled blood on the ground.

The golden-red blood beads grew rapidly after falling to the ground, gathering in the low-lying areas to form several lakes about ten meters wide.

"Wake up, my mosquito larvae, my warriors!"

As Maeve whispered, dense bubbles gurgled out of the pool of blood. Warriors wearing heavy armor, surrounded by lightning, and with faces vaguely similar to Fergus, were born from blood clots and strode towards the tree people created by the elven curse. They fought with these natural monsters and helped the Fianna regiment, which was in a tough battle, to stabilize its formation.

Queen Medb, in addition to the nickname "Male Conqueror", is also known as the "Mother of Many Soldiers".

Her debauchery and promiscuity are not only to satisfy her own strong desires and needs, but also to select excellent divine genes. Once she absorbs the genes of other male gods or heroes, she can replicate the other party's genetic information in her body.

Afterwards, she could use this to perform a secret technique, creating a blood pool with fresh blood, and use the blood pool to mass-produce warriors with the characteristics of their father.

Right now, these soldiers who were born in blood are her masterpieces that she is proud of.

It's a pity that she didn't sleep with the Son of Light, otherwise, the strength of the soldiers under her would have been raised to a higher level.

Maeve shook her head at the stalemate on the battlefield, then sucked her bleeding fingertips and smiled charmingly at Cu Chulainn:

"500 meters to the left, get rid of those warlocks first, otherwise none of us will be able to get out!"

"Okay, I'll take the lead!"

Cu Chulainn nodded decisively and led the Red Branch Knights behind him to charge in the direction indicated by Maeve.

At the same time, in the dense forest filled with fog.

Five figures opened their eyes one after another and looked at the projection in the magic circle together.

Here we come!

"Leave it to me, Maeve. You are responsible for holding back the members of the Red Branch Knights and avoiding close combat as soon as possible. According to Lord Loki's reminder, you must be especially careful of the man named Cu Chulainn and the magic spear in his hand. Don't appear in his field of vision."

The Elf Queen Galadriel spoke in a deep voice, and the other four nodded in tacit understanding.

Since the elves, dwarves, and humans united, the warlock group affiliated with Midgard has also ushered in a major strengthening.

Five warlocks who were awarded the [Color Number], representing different forces and schools of magic, reconstructed the Warlock Council.

——Gandalf of the Grey, the king of ancient Norway, is proficient in rune spells and a certain degree of close combat. He is an old-school Nordic wizard who has been deeply influenced by the berserker system. He is more efficient at swinging his wand and chopping people than chanting spells. He represents the Alliance of Northern Kingdoms.

——Yennefer of Black, a hybrid of elf and human, proficient in elven spells and offensive magic. She has relatively comprehensive abilities and represents the mixed-race ethnicity.

——Triss of Red, a Said wizard, is good at Said witchcraft within the life system. She is a first-class doctor and represents the Vanir clan.

——Gunhilda of Gold, the wife of Eric the Bloodaxe, was born in the Golden Clan in the southern part of Midgard. She was an orthodox witch who was good at curses, blessings, prophecies and other related magic arts, and represented the barbarians in the southern part.

—— Galadriel the White, the representative of the elven spellcasters, the elven queen who led the three tribes of light elves to unite, and currently the most powerful of the five members of the Warlock Council. With the blessing of the Lord of the Rings and the great god Loki, she already possesses the strength to rival the main god.

As for why there is no seat for dwarf wizards on the Warlock Council, it is of course due to the dwarves' simple minds and teeth that can bite their tongues when chanting spells.

After simply agreeing on a battle plan, the five warlocks each took action.

Gandalf and his three companions used spells to hold back the aggressive Cu Chulainn and the Knights of the Red Branch, while Galadriel went straight to her old rival Maeve.

One of them is the Queen of Light Elves, noble and elegant; the other is the legendary Fairy Queen, wanton and seductive, as if they are natural opposites.

After several encounters, the two had already accumulated a lot of grudges.

Therefore, as soon as they met, both sides used all their strength without any hesitation.

Galadriel raised her right hand with the ring, and the stars collapsed into a halo between her silver hair. The white light stream raised by the Noldor spell rushed forward. But it was pierced by the blood spear thrown by Maeve - the tip of the spear was entangled with the curse of death and filth, shattering the elven water mirror into a liquid diamond rain.

"Crush that bitch, my beloved Iron Chariot!"

Maeve swung her thorn whip, and a majestic brown bull rushed out of the magic circle, pulling the golden chariot, carrying a graceful figure, and rolling over the emerald-colored plain in front.

The scarlet cloak fluttered in the strong wind, turning into a giant curtain that swallowed up the sun and the moon, but was burned by the shadows of the Two Sacred Trees that bloomed from Galadriel's fingertips.

As the Queen of Connaught's chariot plowed through the green light curtain on the ground and moved rapidly forward, the Elf Queen moved her lips and teeth, and a formation of evening star flowers bloomed under her feet. Each petal refracted a light spot composed of elven language and runes.

Maeve snorted coldly and threw a Charming Kiss, commanding the earth element in the ground to condense into amethyst chains to wrap around the ankles of the Elf Queen. However, Galadriel forged the light of the ring into a star blade, and the broken chain fragments exploded into a dark red swarm of bees in the air.

The fighting is intensifying.

The most deadly confrontation occurred at the moment when each other's power was unfolded: Maeve tore open the earth's afterbirth and summoned rows of ground spikes, which collided with the golden light in front of Galadriel. The two violent divine powers tore open the folds of space, and the elves' starlight tears and the queen's golden crown shattered at the same time, and the falling debris plowed a bottomless dark canyon on the earth.

The same fierce battle also took place on Cu Chulainn's side.

Although he and his Knights of the Red Branch were brave and good at fighting, the four Nordic warlocks used the strange fog to constantly create magic traps and illusions, making Cu Chulainn and the Knights of the Red Branch run around in a hurry.

"What kind of ability is it to hide your head and show your tail!"

Faced with the targeting, Cu Chulainn was furious and cursed, but he did not dare to separate from the Knights of the Red Branch.

He could only barely protect these colleagues, but once they split up, he could almost visit the graves of some of them in advance.

After all, not every Red Branch Knight has the ability to stand on his own.

Looking at the enemies on the battlefield that were completely divided and could not be taken care of at both ends, the four warlocks nodded in unison, sending a unified signal.

At the same time, the thick fog shook again, and two streams of light, one black and one silver, fell towards the two ends of the Fiona regiment at lightning speed.

One was directed at Ossian, who was commanding in place of his father Finn, and the other was aimed at the carriage at the end of the team.

There, is where Princess Granny is.

Sensing a bad premonition, Finn, who was not far away, hurriedly broke free from Sigurd's entanglement, hesitated for a moment, and decisively threw the spear in his hand towards the position where his son Ossian was.

“Boom!”

A violent explosion sounded, and Rose, the dark elf mistress holding a dagger, was knocked back.

But Ciri on the other side had already swung her steel sword and smashed the carriage into pieces.

Accompanied by flying wood chips, a handsome young man with short hair as black as raven wings and cheeks as rosy as mountain pear fruits, holding Princess Granny in his arms, withdrew quickly.

It's Diarmuid!

Seeing that the crisis was resolved, Finn breathed a sigh of relief and immediately ordered his nephew:

"Protect the princess for me! Take her away first!"

Diarmuid nodded respectfully, immediately hugged Princess Granny, avoided Ciri's sword, and rushed into the depths of the jungle, away from the stalemate on the battlefield.

However, the master and the servant did not notice the flash of disappointment and anger in Princess Granny's eyes.

——Finn’s choice at the critical moment was not unnoticed by everyone.

(End of this chapter)