People are in the moon, The Sims

This is a fight to the death!

So Gray used both hands harder, and then moved his body forward, like Fenrir coming from the other side of the sea, carrying the wind and snow, opening his mouth and biting the warrior's throat!

Chapter 3: I want to...become the Wolf King

Hot blood, strong smell of rust.

The teeth were still exerting force, and the strength of the arm swing of the warrior under him became smaller and smaller. Finally, the arm fell to the ground, and the body began to feel cold in this early morning.

Climbing up from the corpse, because he had exhausted all his strength, his muscles were a little sore at the moment. The battle on the beach was beginning to come to an end. After all, judging from the number of people, this sentence would pop up in Gray's mind - not so much It was a battle between armies, rather than a fight with a larger number of people.

"This is the only kid left. In order to stop us, they really all went into battle."

His old father's voice sounded not far away. Gray raised his head and looked not far away. The originally white beach had turned into dark brown. One corpse after another fell to the ground. At this moment, only one was left with him. A young man of about the same age.

This young man is constantly cursing. The weapon in his hand has been knocked out, his right arm has been severely injured, and there is an arrow on his knee that has not been pulled out. He is incapacitated and unarmed. This young man can still attack at this moment. , I'm afraid it's just like myself, only the teeth are there.

"it's over."

The ax was raised high, looking like it might fall at any moment.

"Dad, please wait a moment."

It was also at this moment that Gray's voice sounded, stopping his father's ax that was about to fall.

The middle-aged man with blood on his hands put the ax on his shoulder again, then raised his eyebrows and shook the blood on his hands, "My son, the future warrior, Gray, I I don’t think you are interceding for this person, right? If so, then you..."

The Saxons will never humiliate or live up to the blood shed by their companions. Since they are standing on the battlefield, the enemy can only repay with blood.

"No, dad, I will not plead with them. From the time we set foot on this land, this battle has been endless before one side surrendered, and now it is obvious that the indigenous people on this land have not surrendered."

Before this battle is over, kindness and tenderness towards the enemy may turn into a sharp sword that stabs them in the back. Since you have chosen to become an invading wolf pack, while learning the unity of the wolf pack, you must also learn their ferocity.

In Gray's opinion, his generation may not be able to put away the ferocity and indifference of wolves. This is war, and even if it is the first time, one should understand that war is a cruel and ruthless existence.

Gray focused his attention on the young man in front of him again, and then tightened the dagger in his hand.

"What I want to say is... let me do it!"

The green eyes that were originally like the coming of winter and spring are now as cold and callous as if they were covered by ice and snow, gray stained with blood, and the hair is gently blown by the sea breeze.

"Although my request may be a little strange, dad, let me handle it."

Use blood to feel the difference between your present and your memory. Now that you have come to this era, you must completely integrate into this era and live as Gray in this life!

Gray's father then showed a smile. It was true. They were invaders and were destined to fight with the indigenous people of this land until one party completely surrendered. It seemed that this battle made his son completely grow up. .

"Although this logic doesn't make sense to me, I'm not a very reasonable person to begin with. I'll leave this young prey to you. Don't let me down."

Gray took two steps forward, looked at the bloody boy in front of him, and sighed softly.

The Celtic boy in front of him also looked at the bloody "wolf cub" in front of him with a pair of cold eyes.

Now the Celtic boy's cursing tone began to become weaker, and some blood began to flow out of the corners of his mouth. It was obvious that his internal organs had been injured in the previous battle.

In this era, unless someone uses magic to cure him, this boy will not survive long even if he leaves this battlefield.

"Sorry, you are not wrong for protecting your homeland.

You have the right and qualification to hate us, young Celtic warriors. I sincerely praise you for your actions in protecting your homeland. Keep in mind that it is the survivors from across the sea who will kill you! Of course he is your enemy. "

The dagger in his hand was swung down, and the sharp blade had already been polished. It easily cut through the young man's throat and severed his cervical vertebrae.

Seeing the Celtic boy fall on the beach, Gray bent down and gently closed the Celtic boy's eyes with his fingers.

Then Gray stood up, looked around the blood-stained beach, and let out a shout. Too many complex emotions were contained in this roar, including joy for victory, disgust for blood, and sadness for the lost clan members.

[My first battle is over. Perhaps because I was bathed in blood, I feel an unprecedented growth. 】

[I found a dagger next to the Celtic boy. I chose to put it away, telling myself that the war was not over yet, and telling myself to stick to the bottom line in my heart. 】

[Acquired Skills: Natural Warrior C (The blood of a warrior flows in your body. Due to your talent, you have keen intuition and unimaginable imitation ability in combat. As your body grows, this ability will become better. powerful.)]

[Acquire skills: Young Wolf E from the sea (your hands are stained with the blood of the aborigines of Great Britain, and you gain a special attack on Britain.)]

[We buried all the fallen tribesmen, but the bodies of those Celts were left there by others. 】

[I chose to pile the corpses of these Celts together, then lit a torch, and the flames burned for a whole day. I buried the remaining ashes under a tree. My father and other tribesmen thought I was a little meddlesome. Nosy. 】

[But this is my last respect for these people who stick to the land, and it is also to prevent the occurrence of plague. 】

[We left the coast, continued deeper, and met up with another group of Saxons. Finally, we settled in a city. These cities were our base camps to seize the place of survival from the Celts. 】

[After basically settling down, I chose to say goodbye to my father. Although young wolves can grow steadily among wolves, what we Saxons need now is not an adult wolf that grows up smoothly, but a wolf that can lead the wolf pack forward. The wolf king. 】

["I hate bloody wars, but now we have to fight. In this case, shorten the time of this war, let me have blood on my hands, and end everything with strong strength. After that, even if I sing loudly in the flower fields People don’t have me...I feel at ease.”]

Chapter 4: Rival

[I left the Saxon base and traveled northward, and gained a lot of information I had never known before. 】

[It turns out that the king who has been blocking the progress of our Saxons before is named Uther. 】

[It turns out that the king named User has died, and now the enemy's throne in front of us is vacant. 】

[I hear that these Celts are preparing to call all the famous knights to the cathedral, where the sword of the king's chooser is kept. 】

[So I decided to go to this church to witness my destined enemy in the future. 】

Gray didn't know how he felt when he witnessed the birth of his old enemy. He had some expectations in his heart, hoping that there would be an existence that could be called his opponent, but at the same time, he also hoped that the newly born king would be a Waste, so that the Saxons can firmly occupy this land.

He is a born warrior, with the desire to fight strong men flowing in his body, but he is not a person who longs for blood. When the clan members stabilize on this land, he will not have any intention of expanding outwards. In such a chaotic era, having a piece of land where one's own people can rest and rest in peace is already a blessing from God.

What's more, even if you leave this land and return to the mainland to expand, you will still have to face other Germanic peoples from the same line. The Saxons are also one of the Germanic peoples.

I am nostalgic for my old friendship and bloodline, so I can only act as a temporary leader, rather than a qualified king, probably...

But I don’t pursue becoming a king.

The cold winter has passed, and spring is coming to an end. The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves and casts mottled light and shadow on the ground. The sunlight brings a bit of warmth to the body. Compared to the mainland, the trees here are still warm. It's considered lush.

But if it is like a poem in my mind: The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom.

This sea land is just delaying everything that is going on on the mainland, so this island may not have an easy life in the future. The plants will become thinner year by year, and the food production will also drop off a cliff. It's like this land suddenly lost the gift of God.

Hunger will bring chaos, and the people will vent their grievances against the rulers of this land. If they are not careful, disorderly war will break out, and then a new order will be born in this chaos.

I wonder if the Celtic king who is about to become his old enemy can see this near future.

Poking his head out from behind the tree, Gray did not see a dense crowd of knights in front of the cathedral, but various noises came from the distance. It seemed that he was planning to select the strongest knight first, and then choose the ones in front of him. The King's Sword is right. For those knights, this is a rare opportunity to compete.

If we miss the next event like this, we don’t know how many years it will take.

However, Gray has no interest in such a grand event. He has never planned to become a knight. In the eyes of most people, knights are upright and noble, standing on the side of justice, right.

Although Gray also wants to be that kind of person, for the sake of his own people, if he becomes the Wolf King, he will also use some despicable methods when necessary in the future. As for whether he has merit or demerit, he will be judged by others in a hundred years. Bar.

But now I am indeed a little curious about this Sword of King Selection. What kind of weapon is it that makes people put their hope of choosing the king on such a sword.

Putting his hood back on, Gray prepared to take a good look at the sword while the knights were competing elsewhere.

Before arriving at the church, a golden sword was stuck on the stone.

Gray couldn't help but reach out his hand, and gently grasped the golden hilt of the sword. Then a flash of lightning flashed, and Gray quickly let go of his hand.

At this moment, there is already some redness and swelling in the palm of the hand caused by lightning.

"Oh, this is a figure I have never seen before. This sword is not something you can touch, young man~"

A light voice came from behind Gray, causing him to subconsciously pull out the weapon from his waist and turn behind him, but only petals remained where the sword passed.

"Don't be so violent. I don't have any ill intentions towards you at the moment~"

A man wearing a white magic robe, with long white-pink hair, who could even be said to be beautiful, appeared in front of Gray, holding a staff in his hand.

The one who came here was the mage from Great Britain. He looked at the young man from the other side of the sea, and the smile on his face did not disappear. At the same time, he also knew that the young man in front of him would become the king destined for him. Opponent, but it doesn't matter, everything is still within his expectations.

"Are you... a hexagonal arowana spirit?"

The mage twitched the corner of his mouth. Even if he didn't understand human emotions, he still felt a little speechless at this moment. How could the 36-degree mouth of the young man in front of him say such words?

"You kid is really good at joking. I think you are a mage anyway, but that's not important. You should be here to witness your destined enemy. Look, that kid is coming."

The mage pointed in a direction, and Gray looked up. When he turned back, the mage behind him had already disappeared without a trace.

And a young man with dull hair on his head was walking towards here from the direction of the mage's finger.

Um? Is he really a teenager? Gray felt a little strange. After all, the figure in front of him looked so thin, like a little girl.

The young man who came here seemed surprised that there were other people here, and the hair on his head jumped a little.

Did Daimao jump a little? Jumped? Dumb? This made Gray couldn't help but doubt the biology of his memory. There should be no way to control his hair.

"Hello, I am apprentice knight Altos, who are you?"

Gray pulled his hat down again, covering his eyes, "...if you can pull out this sword, I will tell you your name."

Gray stepped aside. Although the blond boy was a little confused, he still put his hand on the golden sword hilt. With just a slight exertion, the golden sword was easily pulled out of the stone, and the sword reflected Shining in the sun, sacred and dazzling.

Is the young man in front of me the destined king of the indigenous people of this land?

Gray narrowed his eyes.

For a moment Gray wanted to raise his sword, but here it was! Get rid of this so-called destined king...!

Chapter 5: All the way north

After all, the sword in Gray's hand did not thrust out, but instead retracted the scabbard, and finally looked at the young man in front of him with a complicated expression.

"Althos, maybe the next time we meet will be on the battlefield. I am Gray. Keep this name in mind. In the future, one day..."

I will chop off your head, or on the contrary, I will be defeated by you, but that should be a few years later.

But the dull-haired boy with blond hair in front of him didn't seem to hear the second half of the muttered words. Instead, he smiled, with the integrity and purity of a knight, holding the golden sword in his hand, and gently Putting it on his chest, "Gray, right? It's such a nice name, I will remember it firmly."

Gray's mood was a little complicated, so he turned around and prepared to leave. Out of sight, out of mind, perhaps it was because the time had not come yet. When he stood on the battlefield one day, he would definitely be as cold as winter!

[I met my destined enemy, the king of the Celts—Althos. 】

[I know that as long as the dagger in my hand thrusts forward, within such a short distance, I am half sure to kill the future king. 】

[But I gave up, not because I couldn't make up my mind to do a sneak attack, but because I couldn't be sure that the elusive magician would cut off my penis before I stabbed the blade into the young king's body. head. 】

[And we have just established a foothold on this island. If something happens to me, I can't bet on whether my father's impulse will start a war in advance. If we miss the development period, we will definitely fail. 】

[The reason why I put my sword into its sheath at this moment is to show off my skills in the future. 】

[I left this area where knights gathered and turned to continue north. I never expected that some tribesmen here actually chose to join forces with the Celts to fight against an enemy they could not defeat. 】

Gray walked all the way north, during this period he also dealt with many wandering knights and beasts.

The news of the birth of the new king has spread in this land. Those who recognize him call him Arthur, but there are even more people who do not recognize the young king. The most important thing is that as a young king, the rumors did not immediately Instead of ascending the throne, he chose to travel in this land, which made the beings in this land who were ready to move more ambitious.

In this chaotic situation, not everyone will be an upright knight. In the final analysis, whether one is a knight or a bandit is a matter of good and evil.

What if you are not a knight if you have good intentions in your heart? If you have evil in your heart, even if you wear armor, you will still be a devil in human skin.

If the Celtics still maintain such a divided state, then judging from the current situation, Gray will be very happy, because as long as they develop for a few years, it will be easier to carry out horizontal operations when facing such an enemy. Push, although for the ordinary people of Celtic, this is not a good thing.

But so what?

Before these Celts succumbed, even if these residents were not warriors now, they still had hidden fighting power. Standing in the enemy's position, they would not feel bad. Making these people live a better life was what their king needed to do. , has nothing to do with yourself.

During this process, Gray also helped some villages of the same race defeat the attacks of the Celtic kings.

As far as the current situation is concerned, facing these invaders who want to find a new home, these Celtic kings have no way to fight with them whether in terms of morale or philosophy before they unite. After all, they set foot on this land in order to survive and cut off all escape routes.

If this situation can continue, then in the future, after a short war, this land will be controlled by the Saxons, and the bloodshed and grief should be much less than in a normal war.

In such battles, Gray's physical fitness and fighting skills are constantly improving.

However, the dagger that had been accompanying him during this period was broken during a battle, which forced Gray to take out the Celtic boy's dagger that he had originally collected and use it as his own weapon.

The knight obviously didn't have much powerful force, but he almost defeated himself with the strength of his weapon. This also made Gray start to look for a magical weapon that was destined for him. Unfortunately, the weapon in the knight's hand was huge. Hammer, I don’t know how to use this weapon.

All the way to the north, the closer to the north, Gray found that the plants here became more and more luxuriant, but he could vaguely feel that the magic here made people feel uneasy and manic.

Not only that, there are actually some magical beasts that should be extinct in the north of this land. This makes Gray more and more aware that there are some problems in the north of this land. Looking back on the information he got from his tribe, it seems that the north of this land is The territory of Vortigern, brother of the king Uther who once blocked their steps.

Pulling his hat, Gray planned to go to the place where people gathered to find out the news. This land or Vortigern's territory seemed to be a little different from the places he had passed before.

Looking down from the mountain, there is a village in a place that is relatively easy to defend and difficult to attack. Black marks are everywhere on the stone wall. Gray, who has killed many people along the way, can certainly recognize these black marks. In fact, it is the color that is completely imprinted on the stone after the blood dries.