Chapter 572 The plan to destroy Celtic was made by the teacher
Celtic God Age, northern Britain, in the Tomb of Albion.
A group of Nordic high-ranking officials walked into the temple left behind by the Vanir gods, sat down around a huge round table, and began a formal discussion on how to initiate a war of gods.
As a former local tyrant, the Vanir God King Njord naturally took the lead in telling about the current situation of the Celtic God Age and the situation of their rivals, the Tuatha de Danann.
The Celtic Age of the Gods is currently divided into four major regions: Ireland, England, Scotland and Wales.
Among them, Ireland and Scotland are the main activity areas of the Tuatha de Danann, where the four sky islands and a large number of tombs are basically concentrated. At the same time, this is also the area where the belief in the Tuatha de Dann is the most stable, and the bloodline of the Tuatha de Dann spreads here, thus forming the two main human god-like battle groups, the Knights of Fianna and the Knights of Red Branch.
The ecology of England is relatively primitive. It is the living area of the six major fairy clans. Fairies and humans live together. It is said that it is currently jointly managed by the [Lake Fairy] and the [Six Major Fairy Clans].
The last Wales is sandwiched between the three, with the smallest area. It was the original place of exile. Foreign gods who were defeated after several major invasions, or indigenous gods who chose to surrender, were basically concentrated here. Before their gods withdrew, it was said that a half-blood god named Gwyn was in charge of management.
After explaining the above situation, Njord pondered and said:
"The problem now is that the area of Albion's Tomb is too small, and the supplies and troops it can accommodate are quite limited. We must first conquer one of the four areas mentioned above, build an altar and a temple, and lay a foundation on this land, and then we can proceed slowly."
Odin and others nodded when they heard this.
For foreign gods coming from outside the domain, temples and altars are very important facilities, which function like defense towers and springs. They enable the Norse gods to be unaffected by the environment and region and exert their powers to the fullest extent.
Only in this way can they be sure of defeating the Tuatha de Danann, who have ruled here for a long time and have four gods.
However, among the four regions of the Celtic Age of Gods, which one should we start with?
Some of the Norse gods were lost in thought, some were talking in low voices, and some were arguing. The scene was a bit noisy for a while.
"Actually, there's no need to fight. I have a ready-made one in my hand."
The faint voice echoed in the temple. Everyone stopped arguing and looked towards Loen, who was sitting in one of the three upper seats.
The representative of the Atrium, the Elves, and the Dwarves slowly opened the magic circle diagram, took out a silver-gray metal crown from it, and threw it on the table with a clink.
Feeling the remaining divine aura above and looking at the unique sun emblem in the center, Njord couldn't help but be stunned:
"【Great King's Crown】? How did you get this thing?!"
If I remember correctly, this seems to be the sacred object of the Welsh god. Whoever possesses this thing is equivalent to having control over the land of Wales.
"Gwyn gave it to me." Loen answered casually and told the truth about how he obtained this holy relic.
Odin stood up excitedly, raised his hand and patted his blood brother on the shoulder:
"Well done, Loki! You came to the Celtic Age of Gods all by yourself, not only activated the Tomb of Albion and lit up the coordinates for our arrival, but also opened up a territory in advance for the army to take root and deploy its formation. You are worthy of being my good brother!"
Upon hearing this, everyone could not help but exclaim in amazement and look at this "smartest mind in Northern Europe" with admiration.
This was an accident...
I was originally just helping ordinary people in Cornwall to curb the rampant Wild Hunt, and I traced the cause all the way to Gwyn. I respected his character, so I helped him fulfill his wish and suppressed the chaotic Wild Hunt army. I didn't expect that the Sun King would directly entrust Wales to me before he disappeared. It was truly an unexpected success.
Loen wanted to answer truthfully, but seeing the admiring looks from everyone, he had to swallow his words and maintain his mysterious image in order to boost everyone's confidence in winning this war of gods.
"Now that we have a base, the next things will be much easier."
Odin calmed down his excitement, sat back in his seat, and continued to discuss the subsequent strategic deployment with everyone.
"Next, we need to quickly open up the connection between Albion's Tomb and Wales, transfer our forces to Wales, build temples and altars there, and wait for the army to be assembled. Then we can launch a thunderbolt attack on the Tuatha de Danann!"
"If the preparations are complete, among the three regions of England, Scotland, and Ireland, which one should we attack first?"
Njord then raised a question.
Loen pondered for a moment, spread out the Celtic Age of Gods map he had bought from the town on the table, and based on the actual situation, he gave his own judgment:
"My suggestion is to use Wales as a springboard and attack Ireland directly! We are coming across the border. If the war drags on for a long time and the situation becomes stalemate, we will inevitably encounter many problems. So the best way is to find their main force and make a quick decision! Once we take down Ireland and Skye Island and eliminate the top resistance forces of the Tuatha de Danann in Ireland, it will be easy for us to capture the remaining areas."
"I think so too!"
As the Norse god of military strategy, Odin also nodded in agreement.
Now, the Tuatha de Danann did not know that the Norse had landed at Albion's Tomb and were in control of the area of Wales.
This was undoubtedly a good opportunity for a surprise attack.
But this kind of advantage can only be had once, and once the war of gods begins, everything will be laid out on the table, and the Nordic advantage of the enemy being in the open and us being in the dark will inevitably disappear.
In this case, they naturally have to use this only-once-available opportunity to gain the greatest strategic results.
- Using Wales as a springboard, taking the enemy by surprise, attacking them when they are unprepared, and directly taking the base camp of the Tuatha de Danann - Ireland, is undoubtedly the approach that best suits the interests of the Nordic countries at the moment.
Moreover, the Nordic world tree has shown signs of withering and disease, and Ragnarok may come at any time.
The longer the war drags on, the more stalemate it becomes, and the more disadvantageous it will be for Northern Europe.
Seeing that Odin and Lorn had reached a consensus, Njord, the representative of the Vanir, simply expressed his agreement.
As the former indigenous people of the Celtic Age of Gods, they held power over the ocean and life, and were originally known as the "Tribe of the Sea", the "Fomorian" in the eyes of the Tuatha de Danann, or the so-called stigmatized "Deep Sea Giants".
Ireland was once the territory of the Vanir, and the Tuatha de Danann were the Vanir's most hated enemies.
Although Njord was soft-hearted, he had not forgotten the humiliation of being forced to flee his homeland by the Tuatha de Danann during the last war between the gods.
Now that the Vanir had rested and regenerated, they had become stronger again and had joined forces with the Aesir. They took this opportunity to settle old scores with their old enemy, the Tuatha de Danann [1].
After reaching an agreement on the strategic issues, Lorne immediately added:
"There is one more thing. Recently, the Lake Fairy has had a rift with the six major fairy clans because of some things. In addition, one of the four thrones of Sky Island, the Beast God Cernunnos, has also been involved. He is currently invited to visit the Misty Forest in the southern border of Britain. I am afraid that the conflict between the two sides will take some time to reconcile."
"So, there are only three God-Kings in Ireland now?"
Odin narrowed his one eye, a gleam of light in it.
"That's right. This opportunity is rare, we must seize it." Lorne spoke slowly, looking meaningfully towards the south of Britain.
Taking Wales from Gwyn was indeed an accident, but luring the Beast God Cernunnos to the Misty Forest was intentional.
In this war of gods, there are a total of three god-king-level fighters brought by the Nordics. Together with the three goddesses of Norn who are secretly lurking in the Valkyrie Legion, they can barely be on par with the original four thrones of Sky Island.
Originally, he was still worried about whether he could defeat the main force of the Tuatha de Danann by surprise.
Unexpectedly, the beast god Cernunnos left Ireland and came to Britain because of his follower, Cathypalug.
It just so happened that before parting with Morgan, Lorne chose to go with the flow and let the student he introduced Cornunnos to work for him, so that the Beast God's attention was attracted by the trivial matters of Britain and it was difficult for him to rush to the rescue of Sky Island in time.
In this way, with three against three at the God King level, plus the three Norn goddesses lurking in the Valkyrie Legion, as well as some deliberate and unintentional factors, the chances of the Nordic side's victory are undoubtedly greatly increased.
So, his proposal that night was indeed helping Morgan, but it was also helping himself.
After the discussion, Odin waved his hand and ordered:
"Since there is no problem, let's deploy it as soon as possible!"
"Okay, within ten days, I will move the army to Wales and build a fortress of our own!"
Njord nodded in response, then left with the Vanir gods and set about transforming the Tomb of Albion and establishing a connection between this sacred Vanir land and Wales.
As the pretender god who now dominates the Welsh region, Lorne was naturally drafted into the army.
Both sides were busy for several days and nights. As a rainbow light band composed of water, air, and magic factors rose from the altar, reflecting the shadow of the Welsh area, Lorne breathed a sigh of relief and finally finished his heavy work as he wished.
Lorne walked out of the Tomb of Albion alone. The wand in his hand turned into a fishing rod. He bent down and sat by the sparkling lake to fish, enjoying the rare quiet time before the storm.
However, before he could catch a single fish, three figures appeared behind him.
Three persons, three phases, the Trinity.
They are the three Norn goddesses who control the fate of the Nordic world.
Luo En turned around, feeling somewhat helpless:
"Three of you, why are you here instead of helping to build the base inside?"
"You can be lazy, but you can't let us come out and play?"
Shikoti made a face and hummed in retort, then looked curiously at the fishing rod in Loen's hand and the several silly bighead carps in the lake.
Seeing this, Lorne simply threw the fishing rod to the curious goddess of fate and turned to look at Urd and Belldandy:
"You guys are out here to play, too?"
"That's not the case. We discovered something very strange."
"What?"
"According to what you said, Ireland should be the base camp and the foundation of faith of the Tuatha de Danann, but the destiny contained in this land beneath our feet seems to be stronger than that of Ireland."
Belldandy replied in a deep voice, with a hint of doubt and confusion in his eyes.
Hearing this, Luo En frowned and asked:
"You are experts in the field of destiny power. What could be the reason for this situation?"
Urd on the side pondered for a moment and spoke slowly:
"It's possible that destiny is shifting..."
Following Urd's gaze, Lorne looked far into the south of Britain, his eyes thoughtful.
At the same time, in the southern border, in the misty forest, in the majestic and solemn fairy palace.
Queen Morgan sat on the throne, looking down at a winged fairy messenger in the court:
"Has the message reached you?"
"It has been transmitted."
"What do they say on Sky Island?"
"...No matter what happens, even if the sky falls, the sacrifices, tributes and magic taxes that should be paid this year cannot be reduced in any way, otherwise the Sky Island will be opened above Britain next year..."
The Winged Fairy lowered her head and answered cautiously.
Upon hearing this, Morgan's face immediately turned pale and he cursed:
"A bunch of idiots!"
The disaster bell rang for a long time, and she immediately sent out fairy messengers to convey the warning of fate to the gods of Tuatha de Dana on the Sky Island.
However, those gods of Tuatha who had been away from the earth for too long thought that she was making an excuse to avoid paying the magic tax and refusing to make sacrifices.
Sure enough, days of too much comfort would not only corrupt the minds of the gods, but also numb their necessary vigilance.
Those guys on the Sky Island may have forgotten that this land never belonged to them, and that crisis and disaster have never left here.
Although Morgan was filled with anger, he could do nothing about it.
Because they had secretly taken away the [Stone of Destiny] and had a rift with the Tuatha de Danaan, the three sisters did not dare to return to Sky Island alone to remind these lazy guys to stay vigilant and guard against the coming of the [Cataclysm].
Since the Tuatha de Danaan was unreliable, she could only do her best to remedy the situation in her own way:
"Inform Bavanshi, Bagster, and Meluseen that the casting period of the [Sword of the King] will be shortened by half. I want to see the finished product within three months! If there is a shortage of manpower, let the six major fairy clans make up for it. If there is a shortage of materials, let Kokorunnos help! It has the [Endless Cauldron] of the ancestor god Dagda, and it can continuously replicate whatever materials are needed."
"Isn't it too rushed? Besides, in addition to the tasks you assigned us, we also have to prepare the magic tax and sacrifices to be paid to Sky Island."
Several fairy representatives in the hall had dissatisfaction in their eyes and raised questions chatteringly.
Morgan looked at the fairies in the court with a grim expression:
"What I want is the result! If you can't do it, you won't have to worry about paying taxes and tributes next year for the rest of your life!"
A cold murderous aura blew through the hall. The goblins thought of the piles of corpses in the square and that bloody night. They couldn't help but shrink their necks, not daring to offend this cold-blooded queen again.
Watching the goblins fleeing from the hall, returning to their bases to assign tasks, Morgan rubbed his sore brows and looked outside the hall.
The sky was gloomy, filled with the oppression of impending storm.
What made Morgan even more uneasy was that there seemed to be some mysterious force interfering with her perception of the trajectory of her fate.
——Everything I think and hope for is an unclear chaos.
Hopefully, it's still not too late.
The witch on the throne murmured, her voice full of fatigue.
(End of this chapter)
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