Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 565 Teacher, please follow me (6.3k)

A few days later, in the dense forests of the northern border.

Morgan looked at the thick fog in front of him and frowned.

For several days, they were unable to get out of the area, and the fog around seemed to be getting thicker and thicker.

"Have you arrived yet?" Morgan looked to the side.

"It's almost here."

Habertlot, who was leading the way, turned his head and replied, then pointed to a scratched dead tree nearby and added,

"Look, this is the mark I made last time, and the direction should be correct."

“When did you come last time?”

“Two or three months ago.”

"It's not right, the rotten speed is too fast."

Luo En stepped forward and grabbed it, and with his right hand effortlessly pulled a large piece of rotten wood from the tree. With a slight pinch of five fingers, the whole piece of wood spread out like soft and wet cotton, like a coffin buried deep in the ground for a long time.

"Not only, there is something wrong with this wood and these fog."

Morgan pondered and then raised his blue-black magic wand and knocked it to the ground.

With the buzzing of the magic factor, the blue-blue halo spread out like water waves, and the rich fog around it was swept away one by one, revealing a desolate and dilapidated scene.

The ancient trees that were embraced by several people fell out of their leaves representing vitality, and the chaotic and slanted branches waved towards the gray sky in various shapes, like hands that were desperately grasping and asking for help.

The fallen leaves piled up several feet high on the ground emitted the smell of plant decay, and when they spread out the surface, white skeletons scattered everywhere.

According to the shape and outline of the bones, not only are there ordinary wild animals such as coyotes, brown bears, reindeer, and bison, but also some monsters that cannot be named.

Looking forward, dense animal bones almost covered the roads in the forest.

Habertlot was shocked when he saw this:

"What's going on?"

"This woods are dead."

Morgan replied in a deep voice, looking faintly at the thick fog that had not completely dissipated in front of him.

"Or, something has taken away their vitality."

"Like some kind of carnivorous monster..."

Luo En picked up a few white bone pieces from the ground and pointed them at the traces of biting and tearing on them to everyone.

"What should I do next? Do I want to run away?" Vivian asked with a smile, looking like she was trying to escape.

Morgan glanced at his sister who was ordinary except running away and lying, and snorted coldly:

"No need, there is something to welcome us."

When Bagst and Bawanxi heard this, they rushed forward from left to right, pulled out the weapons from their waists, and looked excitedly at the violently churning fog.

“Ho roar!”

For a moment, accompanied by the sharp sound of air cutting and the violent roar of beasts, dozens of shadows with flapping wings wrapped around the cold etheric storm, smashing the branches along the way, and rushing towards everyone.

"Both-legged flying dragon? That's all? The etiquette of welcoming guests is too shabby, right?"

The cheerful and warlike dog demon laughed loudly, and the fairy sword Kaventing, dyed red and black on his hands, ignited a blazing flame and swept into the air.

In an instant, the etheric flames swung hard from the sword body quickly passed through the flying dragon group on both feet, and the high heated temperature made the air slightly distort.

  Boom boom boom boom boom!

With this blow alone, more than a dozen flying dragons who were swarming in their wings were destroyed, their scales were broken, and they all fell from mid-air and hit the ground heavily.

"Weak! So weak! Ah hahaha!"

The moment when the dragon fell to the ground with his feet, Bagst rushed forward with a thunderous smile. The wide fairy sword in his hand dragged it all the way, plowing the mud and evaporating the water, and drawing deep gullies on the ground.

 Puff puff puff puff!

In an instant, the sword light invaded like fire, and several flying dragons with tenacious vitality and who were struggling after being hit were penetrated one after another, and their bodies emitted a strange smell of flames.

It smells so good...

Habertlot sniffed, and a shiny saliva hung on the corner of his mouth.

Since she was arrested by Morgan, she has been forced to travel all the time. She has not even had a full meal for several days.

Well, it is real meat, and it is also a real monster.

At this moment, Loren eliminated the answer to the "illusion" from his mind and frowned and looked at the guide beside him:

"Is there a two-legged flying dragon's nest nearby?"

"No, I didn't see it last time I came."

Habertlot wiped his saliva and added,

"The woods were still green at that time, and there were many animals and plants. If the old and crazy monsters hadn't rushed out of the swamp area, gnawed at people and ate at things, I might have gone in and taken a look."

"Then you should be glad you didn't do that."

Luo En answered casually, and his eyes looking into the distance became more cautious.

Obviously, something happened in the front area.

Or, there was something wrong with the tomb of Albion they were looking for.

Otherwise, this kind of spiritual acupoint with a self-protection mechanism that moves the entrances and exits cannot appear in the same place for a long time, and it will not be found by a textile fairy by chance.

Just as Luo En was pondering, a brilliant fire splashed.

Morgan immediately raised his wand, constructed a defensive technique to block the attack, and frowned and looked at the battlefield.

Her fairy knight, Bagst, had red and black flames ignited all over her body, and a solid horn appeared on her head. A pair of originally clear alien-colored pupils had been occupied by blood and madness at this moment.

The wide fairy sword slashed down again and again, and its power rose step by step. The flying dragons around who could not die anymore turned into a pool of red and black meat sauce, flying everywhere.

Some of them were applied to Bagst's body and face, and some were splashed around, making the scene look **** and cruel.

Similarly, Bawanxi on the other side is not much better.

The blood-colored whip waved wildly around, and the thorny spikes extending from the whip dismembered several flying dragons with breathing legs. A large area of ​​blood poured on Bawanxi's body, making her skin whiter and brighter, and her expression became more excited and crazy.

A pair of deer hooves that showed their true form jumped over and stepped on the fallen corpses of flying dragons on both feet, dancing in pools of blood and meat, making a sour sound under their feet.

Seeing this, Morgan's eyebrows were twisted together.

The pair of fairy knights under her command do have extraordinary combat talents. If they can be trained properly, the two will eventually become fairy kings at the [big mother] level and have the strength to compete with ordinary main gods.

But the only drawback is that they also have serious flaws in their personalities.

One is a combat maniac who is prone to losing control and has pica;

The other one is a very bad guy who likes to **** blood and cause trouble.

If her "mother" is a little unattentional and relaxes her control over them, these two fairy knights are likely to lose control and use their powerful talents to launch a catastrophe that is not inferior to the disaster of wild hunting.

No wonder the prophecy of fate suggests that I need to take the three fairy knights for my own use to maintain the stability of Britain.

It turns out that they are not only the sharp swords to establish order, but also a cause of disaster.

Only by putting these three fairy knights under the supervision of her fairy queen can Britain be peaceful.

Morgan rubbed his slightly sore eyebrows and scolded:

"Since the enemy has been solved, stop. Let's see what you two have become?"

As the cold voice came into his ears, Bagst and Bawanshi, who were immersed in the pleasure of sorcery on the battlefield, suddenly came to their senses, hurriedly wiped away the blood and ashes from their faces, and retreated back to their mother Morgan like a thief.

However, the dirt and strong **** smell on both sides made Morgan frown and couldn't help but open his mouth to scold him again.

"Ahem, there seems to be some changes in the area ahead. It's almost dark now. It's not good for us to go deeper into this unfamiliar environment at night. On the safe side, it's better to take a rest on the spot and check the situation before we can get ready tomorrow morning."

Luo En coughed lightly and stepped forward to smooth things over.

Morgan nodded and swallowed the reprimand back into his stomach.

In order to find Albion's Tomb as soon as possible, they almost never stopped on the road, and they were inevitably tired in their body and mind.

At present, Bagst and Bawanhi seem to have some signs of losing control, which is really not suitable to continue to advance.

In comparison, Vivian in the team only cares about another issue:

“What should I eat tonight?”

"Why don't you try roasted dragon meat? I'll cook." Luo En said.

  Suck…

Vivian subconsciously squirmed into her throat, swallowed her saliva, and nodded excitedly:

"Okay! That's all we have to say. Let's collect ingredients and pick up some firewood nearby!"

As she said that, she called Bagst and Bavansi two fairy knights to prepare for the upcoming food feast.

This Death Dream Demon is a good guy to make jokes.

Luo En shook his head, then cleared out an open space and prepared to make a fire to prepare a meal.

Morgan and Habertlot were responsible for setting up camps on the spot and constructing magical techniques for alert and defense around them.

Soon, bright fire light flashed and jumped in the dark, and the strings of flying dragon flesh on the flipped branches became burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, squeaking oil.

A strong fragrance spread. Several teammates in the camp couldn't help but follow the smell and looked straight at the skewers of barbecue flipped on the fire, and their saliva was secreting from their mouths.

Even the arrogant Morgan couldn't help but be attracted by the fragrance.

"Okay, give it a try."

Take the signature from Lorne, Morgan took off the veil and opened his cherry lips and took a bite.

The rich and crispy meat flavor, just the right juice and the rich sense of layering made her eyes lit up and she subconsciously buried her head.

She never thought that food could become a kind of enjoyment besides filling her stomach.

Soon, the few skewers of barbecue on her hand were quickly swallowed into her stomach.

For a **** with strong digestive ability, if you do not suppress your appetite, this amount is not even qualified to plug between your teeth.

but…

"Delicious! Woo...so delicious...I want it more! Twenty skewers!"

"I want a whole one!"

The three fairies Habertlot, Bavanci and Bagst who had just finished the battle, rushed to ask for a meal without waiting for a breath of breath.

"How is it? I didn't lie to you this time, right? I will definitely not lose money if the teacher cooks." Vivian, who was standing beside him, showed off proudly, and at the same time, in the name of "help", he took the first step to get the freshly grilled skewers.

Such eating alone caused the other fairies to be furious and rushed forward to fight.

While using illusion to escape, Vivian protected her food and did not forget to turn around and mock her. This kind of mean behavior naturally attracted more intense group fights and targeting the fairies.

The figures were circling in the camp, loudly shouting, scolding, begging for mercy, and a cheerful atmosphere filled the surroundings.

Looking at the few people playing and playing, Morgan's face was immersed in the night and couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips.

But then, she couldn't help feeling a little sad again.

There are serious hidden dangers in Bagst and Bawanxi. If they are not handled properly, they will lose control and the queen may have a day of war with their knights.

At that time, the deeper the bond, the more painful it will be.

"We have done all the work you want us to do, where are the things?"

The inquiry on the side interrupted Morgan's thoughts. She turned to look and saw Bavansi and Bagst surrounding the fire, reaching out to someone with anticipation.

When Loren smiled and took out two sheepskin booklets and handed them over, Bavansi and Bagst looked through a few pages and immediately felt like they had a treasure and returned to their respective tents excitedly.

"What did you give them? They didn't even eat?"

Morgan was a little surprised.

While flipping the sign, Loren replied with a faint smile:

“Bagster is in his hands with the recipe, and what he gives Bavansi is the design drawings of clothing and shoes.”

"What's the use of this?"

"Satisfies their interests and lets them have something to do, so that they don't think about chopping people and sucking blood all day long."

Hearing this casual explanation, a thunder flashed through Morgan's mind.

yes!

Fairies are indeed fantasy creatures that exist for interest and impulses. They have the nature of madness and disorder, and are easily led astray and from going to self-destruction.

But killing, fighting, blood sucking, and abuse are interests, and cooking, clothing, crafts, and poetry are not interests?

As long as there is enough fun for them to enjoy and let them vent their strong energy, they may not need to fight and kill all day long, wandering on the brink of madness and loss of control.

The thoughts became clearer and clearer, and the mist in Morgan's mind couldn't help but dissipate. The eyes that looked at the figure in front of him seemed to have discovered a treasure:

"You are the smartest wise man I have ever met."

"I'm so serious. I just don't want to be stared at by the two of them all day long, and I have to open my eyes when I go to bed at night."

Luo En laughed and teased, "I didn't take credit for it."

Although he does have a bit of a slap in Morgan, it is indeed to make himself more purified.

Since Bagst and Bawanshi failed to attack him in a night, the two goblins have not only not discouraged, but have become more interested in him, openly and secretly trying to find an opportunity to strip him naked and then eat it all away.

Of course, one is interested in his blood, and the other is interested in his strength and flesh.

In this regard, Luo En was so annoyed that he could only find a way to help Bawanxi and Bagst develop some normal interests and hobbies, distract them from their attention, so that these two female fairies would not follow him like a foolish girl all day long, and try their best to push him down.

After some intelligence collection and targeted development, he successfully introduced the two female fairies, Bavansi and Bagst, into the right way.

Now, one of them is interested in cooking and is preparing to develop dishes that suit the tastes of the British, and the other is in love with designing clothes and collecting beautiful shoes. They are busy asking Habertlot how to sew new clothes for their mother Morgan, and they are not available to play with the final trip.

This greatly satisfied Luo En, and his nerves to beware of sneak attacks were relieved a lot.

“Bo, yours.”

A handful of freshly grilled meat skewers were handed to Morgan's eyes, and a smiling face reflected in the golden flames.

When Morgan came to his senses, he found that he had taken the skewers without knowing it and started eating.

It's embarrassing that I can't even resist this temptation...

But it smells so good.

Morgan bit off the last piece of barbecue on the label with complicated mood, turned to look at Luo An, who was still patiently preparing meals in front of the fire. As his thoughts surged, he pondered:

"How about going back to the Mist Forest with me when the trip is over?"

Luo En shook his hand and almost threw the string of sticky sticks into the fire.

While suppressing his surprise, he pretended to be careless and asked:

"Why did you suddenly remember to say this?"

"Because, you are better than I thought."

Morgan paused, looked at the mixed-race mage in front of him, and carefully evaluated,

"You are not only very accomplished in magic, swordsmanship, potions, cooking, and literature, but also have rich experience and knowledge. You are simply an omnipotent and omniscient. More importantly, you are accustomed to relying on wisdom rather than force to solve problems. No matter how harsh the environment and difficult the problems you face, you always seem to be able to come up with corresponding strategies, and even the best solution.

I believe you also feel that the Celtic Gods are entering their twilight years, and various [disasters] occur frequently. The relationship between the Danu tribe in Ireland and us in Britain is not harmonious. I urgently need a helper who can give me advice, mediate all forces, and maintain the survival of the Celtic Gods.

Based on the observations these days and the way you handle the crisis these days, I think you are the person I am looking for.

So, consider it, when the journey is over, join my team and become my knight like Bavanxi and the others. How about it? ”

Seeing Morgan sending the invitation so sincerely, Lorne, as an insider, suddenly felt a headache and had to cough and perfunctorily.

"Forget it, I'm not used to being restricted."

"You can go wherever you want in Britain, and no one will restrain you. As long as I need you, you can be there."

"The Forest of Mist is too biased, I can't stand it."

"Where is Narentinen? Or Camelo? I can build a castle for you in these two places."

"It's so troublesome, I still like to walk around."

Hearing that the other party repeatedly looked for reasons to shirk, Morgan frowned and asked directly:

"Tell me, what do you want? Wealth, power, and gods? As long as I can do it, it will satisfy you!"

What if I want to annex Celtic?

Luo En sighed in his heart and did not say anything.

Because he understood that this was an impossible requirement.

Whether it is Greece, Nordic, or Celtic, they have reached the key to life and death. Even if they choose two of them, they are destined to stand on the opposite side of Celtic.

Seeing that the other party had no answer for a long time, Morgan fell into deep thought.

A person does not seek wealth, power, or strength, but he still has the talent to shake the situation...

Then what exactly does he want?

Gradually, a hint of doubt and... haze appeared in Morgan's eyes.

“It’s better to ask for yourself than to ask for others.”

“?"

"If you want to stand at a high place, you must learn to walk independently. I can help you for a while, but I can't help you for a lifetime. Moreover, I am used to being lazy and have a soft back. I can't bear such a heavy responsibility. However, since you sincerely ask me for help, I can't sit idly by because of my previous relationship."

Lorne paused and said in a deep voice,

"This way, if you have any confusion about mediating disputes, governing the country, and magic spells, you can ask me questions and I will try my best to answer them for you."

"So, you want to teach me - how to think?"

"It is better to teach people how to fish than to teach people how to fish. Compared to nannies who take big bags, I still prefer to be a more relaxed teacher and then leave the problems students need to face to deal with by themselves."

"So, what's the price?"

“For teachers, being able to teach a student who surpasses themselves is the best gift.”

"Don't worry, I'm no worse than Vivian!"

Morgan smiled, confident and proud.

Luo En glanced at the new student and snorted:

"Don't be too happy too early. Let's make a statement first. I'm only responsible for teaching during the journey. When this matter is over, I haven't decided where to go yet. You can contact me before talking about it."

"If you are willing to come to the Forest of Mist, I will welcome you anytime."

“It depends on the situation.”

  A rumored ambiguous pigeon and felt the suspicion from Morgan completely dissipate, and Lorne secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and fooled him in time.

Otherwise, it is hard to guarantee that the Celtic goddess of death would not be suspicious of the purpose of his behavior.

If you can't pull out the radish and bring out the mud, it is possible to dig out his true identity and purpose step by step.

Just as Lohn was sorting out his thoughts and thinking about how to write temporary textbooks for new student Morgan, and fooling him through this level, beams of golden flames rose slowly in the darkness, gathering towards Morgan like a rushing river of stars.

The ancient and obscure chants came with the sound of the wind, becoming louder and louder.

“Sawan Festival is here.”

Morgan looked up at the night sky lit up by countless fires and murmured.

This is a New Year celebration for the Celtics. On this day, residents often wear strange clothes, either go out and sing and dancing, decorate their homes, or share a sumptuous dinner with their relatives and friends.

At this time, several bonfires will be lit in the square, and the white-robed druids responsible for presiding the ceremony will also be busy, either sending out small wooden pieces and dominoes engraved with Okan tree text to convey their wishes, or chanting divine words and mantras to purify and pray for the residents coming and going.

After the ceremony, the druid gave each house the burning embers that were still burning in the fire to light a new kitchen flame.

These flames are used to keep the home warm and drive away evil spirits.

Just as the night comes after light, and new life is born in death.

In the Celtic cultural philosophy, only at this moment can the obstacles be eliminated, and the gods and humans, monarchs and subjects, the dead and the living will revel together, and there will be no more hatred and barriers of fighting and identity.

Suddenly, a dark impulse rose in Morgan's heart, and raised his hand to gather the flames sacrificed to her and the faith sacrificed to her into a ball of golden starlight, handing it forward:

"I didn't prepare any apprenticeship gifts, so I'll give it to you."

The golden starlight sank into Luo En's chest, conveying the celebration and blessings of breaking through the distinction between identity, race, and strength on this land.

Holding down his warm chest and feeling the surging divine power inside his body, Loren looked at Morgan, who had used this as a teacher's ceremony, and was immediately amazed and crying.

It seems that the Celtic traditional Sawan Festival is the Halloween after the Christian reorganization in the future?

  Celtic’s Goddess of Death, you are considered an enemy.

(This chapter ends)