Chapter 579: Green Man, Always Green
The next day, the gate of the royal city slowly opened.
Finn rode on the horse of the underworld, led dozens of heroes of divine blood and thousands of good men of the Fianna regiment, and marched out in a mighty force, heading straight for the alien camp outside the city.
A few ravens flying in the sky had a full view of the Irish army's movements, which were simultaneously reflected in a magical water basin.
In the cabin, Odin raised his one eye and looked at the magic water basin:
"Still not giving up?"
“You have to struggle.”
Luo En shook the wine glass in his hand and said with a playful smile,
"Give it a try, what if you win?"
"just in case?"
Odin sneered and shook his head, a hint of grimness appeared on his old face.
"Well, I'll crush their last bit of fantasy!"
The Norse god of military strategy stood up and walked out of the cabin. Warrior King Sigurd, Raven King Hrolf, Wartooth King Harald, Bloodaxe King Eric, Dragon Slayer Beowulf and other warlike and brave Nordic tribes had already been waiting on the shore.
Seeing Odin coming, the Viking warriors let out excited war roars, the blood in their bodies burned like flames, their muscles bulged like tree roots, their joints crackled, and their bodies grew several times stronger under the effect of [Berserker Technique], transforming into murderous human tanks and heading straight for the Fianna Regiment.
The two armies met on the battlefield, and the God-Blood Heroes and the warriors tacitly sought out their respective opponents.
It was no surprise that the leader of the team, Captain Finn, faced off against Warrior King Sigurd.
The rainbow spear stirred up the illusion of a wise salmon, but the huge waves it created evaporated into starlight before touching Sigurd's magic sword. Sigurd rushed forward on the wave-like light pattern, and Gramer's sword cut the Celtic battle pattern on Finn's chest, but when he wanted to pierce further into the vital point, Finn's body suddenly exploded, and the dense water light solidified into an ice crystal cage the moment it touched Sigurd.
This is the secret method of the Tuatha de Danann and the deep-sea giants, which can use the water current to escape and trap the enemy.
The last battle took place in the dense forest on the outskirts of the city. There was insufficient moisture, and many of the techniques Finn mastered were difficult to use. But now that the battlefield is close to the sea, he can naturally give full play to his advantages.
The raging waves created by the rainbow spear transformed into tens of millions of silver-scaled salmon, attacking the trapped Sigurd.
Sensing danger, Sigurd roared and shattered the ice. The divine pattern engraved on Gramer's blade hummed and trembled, and golden flames surged and burned the entire battlefield into a charred chessboard. Finn's left eye showed the rune of the Fountain of Wisdom, and every step he took was precisely on the unburned points of fate. The waves stirred up by the tip of the spear suddenly exploded into emerald forest phantoms, further restricting Sigurd's movements.
The gun is approaching, unstoppable.
However, just as the magic spear in Finn's hand was about to pierce the enemy's heart, a strange coldness appeared on the face of the originally warlike and irritable Nordic berserker.
With a flip of his wrist, Gramer's sword pierced into the river of divinity that Finn had raised. The water curtain split by the sword revealed the fatal moment when the Grand Commander was captured in the form of a salmon.
Precognition!
Why would this guy do that?
Finn's pupils shrank sharply and he was horrified.
Because he ate the fish of wisdom, Fetan, he gained extraordinary wisdom and the ability to predict, becoming almost omniscient. Later, by using this predictive ability, he successfully saved the life of Cormac, the Supreme King of Ireland, and was appointed as the Grand Master of the Fianna Warband, gradually reaching the pinnacle of his life.
Of course, this power to peek into fate comes at an extremely high price.
Therefore, every time he activates it, his life span will be greatly reduced and his body will age rapidly.
If it wasn't a life-and-death crisis, he definitely wouldn't want to use this trump card.
However, he did not expect that the foreign barbarian in front of him could actually master the secret method that he regarded as a taboo. Not only did the other party destroy his long-accumulated plan, but he even turned the tables on him on the spot.
"boom!"
The roar of the double blades shattered all illusions. Finn's right shoulder burst into a mark formed by runes, and Sigurd's armor also oozed mercury from the fountain of wisdom. Behind the two, the torn sky was half surging with Celtic ancient trees, and the other half was burning with the Nordic dusk smoke.
But this seemingly evenly matched duel ultimately resulted in a winner.
Grammer's blade pierced Finn's shoulder, leaving a flaming charred mark, but the rainbow-colored magic spear only grazed the corner of Sigurd's clothes.
A small mistake can lead to a big mistake.
"puff!"
Finn vomited a mouthful of golden blood and staggered back. His long golden hair turned gray in an instant, and his originally handsome face began to become loose and old.
Looking at Sigurd, whose left eye was half closed and right eye was open, whose aura suddenly became deep and obscure, and who was walking towards him with the magic sword Grammer in hand, Finn felt a vague sense of foreboding in his heart.
Because he had only experienced a similar feeling of oppression from his grandfather Nuada.
There's something wrong with these foreigners!
With a strong sense of uneasiness, Finn subconsciously looked to the other side of the battlefield.
At this moment, Oxiang and other druid wizards have already found out the location of the Nordic warlocks through the feedback from the earth veins. Cu Chulainn, Fergus, Queen Maeve, Goyle and other divine blood heroes are also leading the main forces of the Red Branch Knights and the Fianna Regiment to attack that area.
However, as the distance got closer, the sky that was originally shrouded in thick fog was torn apart, sharp whistling sounds came one after another, and dense spots of light flashed.
The next moment.
The golden-green elven secret arrows, the dark green Said witchcraft, the black dwarven heavy crossbow, and the golden runes fell on the ranks of the Fianna Warband and the Redbranch Knights like a meteor shower, blasting the Celtic warriors who were charging towards the coast into pieces, with blood and flesh splattering everywhere.
What was even more terrible was that as the surrounding fog was dispersed a little by the shock wave of the explosion, the charging Celtic soldiers suddenly saw that there were not only a group of Nordic warlocks in the area, but also several phalanxes of dwarf heavy infantry armed to the teeth, elven archers with bows and arrows on both wings, and human cavalry coming towards them from the side...
Seeing the scene before them, the Irish people who were making the raid plan were stunned.
Generally speaking, it is very difficult to deploy military forces across the Sea of Chaos.
In particular, conventional armies, which lack protection and require a lot of resources, are often extremely scarce.
It was for this reason that Finn, Cu Chulainn and other men decided to take advantage of the numbers of the Fianna and the Red Branch Knights and prepare for a large-scale raid, to break through the enemy's camp, kill the group of warlocks who were causing trouble, destroy the enemy's altar, and try to turn the situation around.
But they didn't expect that not only did the enemy surpass them in the number of divine blood heroes, but the scale of their conventional army was also larger than theirs.
how so?
Where do so many foreigners come from?
"There's an ambush!"
"Retreat! Retreat quickly!!"
The two leaders, Cu Chulainn and Fergus, frantically mobilized their divine powers to block the incoming attacks, while shouting orders to the dazed Celtic warriors behind them.
Although the druid wizards had cast the blessing of [Avoid Arrows] on the army before leaving the city, they had to face not only flying arrows, but also a large number of enemy troops who were ready for battle.
At this moment, the number of divine blood heroes and the size of the regular army were completely suppressed by the enemy, and it was meaningless to continue the charge.
All they can do now is to avoid war and stop losses as much as possible and preserve Ireland's manpower.
However, the idea is good, and the Nordic army, having seized the opponent's weakness, will obviously not let go of this opportunity.
As the majestic horn sounded, several streams of light flew out from the Nordic army and fell into the Fianna Regiment and the Red Branch Knights who were trying to withdraw from the battlefield.
Hundreds of Celtic warriors, along with their horses, were thrown high into the air, and the team that had just been integrated was once again dispersed.
Seeing this, Fergus, Maeve, Cu Chulainn and other Irish divine blood heroes had no choice but to bite the bullet and fight against the powerful foreign warriors from overseas to buy time for the Fianna Warband and the Red Branch Knights to evacuate.
But even though the Irish heroes tried their best to stop them, they were still unable to stop the Nordic army that was coming like a tide.
Under the strong pressure from their opponents, the emergency retreat of the Fianna Regiment and the Red Branch Knights eventually turned into a defeat.
The brutal battle lasted for half a day. One Celtic warrior after another was drowned in the wave of the Nordic army. The gushing blood almost dyed the entire land outside the Royal City of Ulster red.
In the end, the Irish heroes burned their divine blood and almost risked their lives to barely bring one-third of the remaining soldiers back to the city.
A strong smell of blood filled the military camp. The Celtic soldiers who had escaped death were lying on the ground, some were thankful to be alive, some were cursing this stupid raid, and their words and actions were filled with fear of the enemy.
And this time, even Finn didn't have the heart to perform a healing miracle to restore his image and boost morale.
Because he was almost the one who suffered the most losses among all the Irish divine blood heroes.
The overload of [Precognition] not only seriously overdrawn his vitality, but in the end, in order to escape from Sigurd, he even sacrificed his beloved horse.
At this time, Princess Granny rushed over with the druid wizards to heal Finn and other wounded people.
As his injury gradually stabilized, Finn looked at Granny who was bandaging his wound. He couldn't help but feel warm in his heart. He raised his hand and touched Granny's wrist, wanting to say some words of thanks.
However, Granny's body froze and she struggled to break free as if she had been electrocuted.
Seeing this obvious resistance, Finn, who was already frustrated by the defeat, couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, and whispered a reminder:
"His Majesty has agreed to arrange a marriage for us!"
"That was a condition you were eligible to raise only after you returned victorious, but you lost."
Granny answered faintly, then broke away from Finn's arms with a cold face.
"There are still many wounded people who need treatment. If you are okay, you should go back to the palace and rest."
Watching Granny walking away, Finn's face turned pale, and he walked back to the palace with the help of several Fiona's confidants.
As soon as he entered the door, he shook off his followers and looked at his son E Xiang with a gloomy face:
"I asked you to find the location of those foreign warlocks, but you can't even do that. Get out!"
At this moment, looking at the anger and decadence on his father's face, Oxiang sighed secretly.
Since successfully becoming the Grand Master of the Fianna Legion, his father has been living too smoothly and has rarely encountered major setbacks. His strength, reputation, and status have all been rising.
But the more this happened, the more his father revealed his fragile and gloomy side when the real blow came, and he pushed the blame for the defeat onto his son.
However, as part of the execution plan, E Xiang felt guilty and could not say much, so he could only leave the palace in disgrace.
Hearing the sounds of smashing and cursing coming from the hall, E Xiang's eyes flickered outside the door.
The person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it.
Or, let that person come and comfort father?
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Nightfall.
The hall was in a mess. Finn was leaning drunkenly on a chair, with dozens of empty wine jugs thrown around him.
He was not normally a drinker, but at this moment, he needed alcohol to numb the humiliation of failure and isolate himself from the harsh noises from the outside world.
He shook the wine flask in his hand, and the empty response made him very angry:
"Where's the wine? Bring it here right now, you idiots!"
The door was gently pushed open, and a graceful figure walked up the stairs.
Finn opened his somewhat blurry drunken eyes and frowned angrily:
"Maeve? What are you doing here? Do you want to laugh at me like those idiots out there?"
"How could that be? I came to visit you."
Maeve giggled and bent down to sit in Finn's arms.
The plump touch made Finn's heart flutter, and a fire ignited in his body.
A beautiful figure flashed through his mind, and Finn barely regained some consciousness. He pushed Maeve slightly away from him:
"Your Majesty has already agreed to arrange a marriage for me. Isn't this a bad idea?"
Maeve smiled and put her arms around Finn's neck:
"Don't worry, I'm only here to comfort a hero's tired body and soul, no one will mind."
"Hero? Are you talking about me? A loser?" Finn said self-deprecatingly.
"The success or failure of a moment cannot determine anything. In my opinion, you have done well enough, Your Excellency the Grand Master."
Hearing Maeve's comfort, Finn felt much better, and his eyes turned softer when he looked at her.
Compared to Princess Granny who gave him a hard time, the Queen of Connaught understood men much more.
However, considering the other party's identity and reputation, Finn couldn't help but ask:
"By the way, where's Fergus?"
"He is busy with his nephew, comforting the wounded soldiers of the Red Branch Knights."
Maeve answered unhappily, then took out two golden cups from the magic circle diagram and looked at Finn with a smile.
"How about it, my great captain, are you interested in having a drink with me?"
The amber mead swayed in the glass, piling up into sheets of snow-white foam, just like the scenery with Maeve's open collar.
Sniffing the faint fragrance between his nostrils, Finn swallowed, reason and desire fighting in his mind.
As the divine blood hero of Ireland, he had certainly heard of Maeve's name and the meaning of this cup of mead.
Drinking this cup of mead means accepting the other party's invitation and becoming the queen's guest.
If Supreme King Cormac had not promised to marry him, he would not mind having something happen with the beauty in front of him.
But since he wants to marry Princess Granny and increase his power, he should at least be a good husband who keeps himself clean in public.
Seeing Finn hesitate, Maeve sneered:
"Why? Are you afraid she'll know?"
Hearing this, Finn's face suddenly darkened, and he couldn't help but think of the neglect and humiliation he suffered during the day.
"My great commander, if you are so timid even in conquering a woman, how can you be qualified to conquer the enemies outside?"
Maeve shook her head and stood up contemptuously.
"Forget it, it seems I chose the wrong target. If you're scared, just pretend I wasn't here tonight."
As soon as she finished speaking, an arm grabbed Maeve's shoulders and threw her onto the bench.
In the shadows, Finn snorted coldly:
"I'm afraid? A mere woman has no right to scare me! Once Cormac dies, I, as her husband, will be the new High King of Ireland. At that time, both she and you will have to kneel at my feet!"
"Then, Your Majesty, let me test whether your spear is sharp enough..."
Maeve giggled on the bench, then slowly knelt down in front of Finn like a subject meeting the king.
At the same time, outside the palace.
Granny looked at the figure fluttering on the window and listened to the obscene sounds coming from inside, her face turned pale.
Tonight, she came to treat Finn at the invitation of Ossian.
On the one hand, her reaction during the day was indeed a bit extreme, which made the head of the group somewhat embarrassed. Now that they were facing a powerful enemy, they needed to try to ease the relationship between them;
On the other hand, Diarmuid is still in the hands of those foreigners, and she also hopes that Finn can perform brilliantly and find a way to redeem Diarmuid.
However, she didn't expect that as soon as she arrived, she saw Finn fooling around with that slut Maeve, and also heard some of the long-buried ambitions in the Grand Master's heart.
That’s fine!
Granny snorted coldly, crushed the porcelain bottle containing the druid's medicine into powder, and turned to leave the square.
(End of this chapter)
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