I'm a druid in Type Moon

"Why did you start a rebellion? You should know the truth about the disappearance of the Age of Gods!"

Lynn didn't find herself using the honorific unconsciously.

"Why?" The old man sighed, "Maybe it's because I'm unwilling to give up!"

Merlin was not only King Arthur's teacher, but also his father, King Uther and King B. Merlin, who told them the truth about the end of the Age of Gods. But the two brothers made completely opposite choices.

The End of the Age of Gods: Chapter 75: The Story Before the Legend

Merlin was already a famous magician throughout Great Britain during the time of King Arthur's grandfather, King Vortigron. At that time, Merlin was invited by King Vortigron, along with the previous great druid, to teach his children, Uther and Vortigern.

Since the Archdruid often traveled far and wide, the person the two princes had the most contact with was Merlin.

Merlin is worthy of the title of a great sage. He has his own understanding of everything in the world. He taught the two princes swordsmanship, literature, politics, astrology, and even led them to understand the secrets of magic.

If all goes well, Vortigern will inherit his father's throne one day in the future, and Uther will become a carefree prince.

But it all ended that day.

"I still remember that day when the teacher took us to the study and taught us how food is grown and how food production plays a role in the continuation of a country!"

The old man clenched his hands, as if recalling the nightmare of that day.

As he was speaking, Merlin suddenly put down the book, looked at the two princes who were listening attentively below, and told them a secret that only magicians would know.

"The Age of Gods is coming to an end!"

Before the two princes could react, he continued, "True Aether will soon disappear from the world, the land will become dry, food production will decrease, and Camelot probably won't survive in the future!"

He sighed a few times and then continued with his class.

But the two princes could not calm down. They asked their teacher for specific details about the matter, and Merlin told them everything he knew. After receiving the news that the Age of Gods would end in about forty years, King Uther, who was determined to live a life of idleness and wait for death, felt relieved, thinking that he might not live to see that time.

But Vortigern was different. He was being trained to be the next king. With a strong mission, Vortigern could not accept such a fate, so he asked for help from his other teacher, the Archdruid Havel.

The Druid Order, which has a long history, naturally understands the significance of the disappearance of the Age of Gods. This is a joint decision made by the world and mankind, and the Druids should have ignored this matter.

But druids have a tradition of traveling, and many druids even travel far beyond Britain, where they see how people live after the Age of Gods passed.

Without the nourishment of true ether, the land became barren, crop yields decreased, and the taxes the nobles could receive also decreased, so the greedy nobles chose to exploit the common people.

Without the guidance of God, people's ambitions were no longer restrained, the power of the church began to expand, and they began to seek secular power. The conflict between theocracy and royal power began to emerge.

The druids witnessed all of this, and they wanted to change it, but their numbers were too few. At the same time, with the passing of the Age of Gods, the power of the druids was also weakening.

Ultimately, the druids failed, and returned home in despair, only to find that Britain was about to encounter the same thing.

So the prince seeking change and the druid seeking salvation met.

With the help of the druids, Vortigern found a way to continue the Age of Gods.

Britain is the navel of the planet, and it has the closest connection with the inner sea of ​​the star. At the same time, for some unknown reason, the entrance to the inner sea of ​​the star has been dug. They only need to support this hole.

When Vortigern told Merlin the good news, the latter rejected his proposal:

"The end of the Age of Gods is an irresistible fate. We should not resist, but accept it."

Yuser also agreed with his teacher's point of view. Compared with the harm brought about by the disappearance of the Age of Gods, he yearned for a world dominated by humans.

The two factions broke up, Vortigern was stripped of his title as crown prince and exiled to a remote place, and the Druids also left.

Years later, Uther was crowned king under the watchful eyes of Merlin.

At the same time, the druids completed the last great magic at the cost of their own lives. With the Archdruid as the core, the twelve elders sacrificed their lives and turned into oaks that penetrated the earth, blocking the gap that was about to heal. Vortigern accepted the curse that followed and became the incarnation of Britain, a white dragon that devoured light.

The rest of the story is as the bards told it: Vortigern went to war with King Uther, hired Saxons to replenish his troops, and divided Britain in two.

After the old man finished his story, he drank the ice-cold tea on the table and smiled with a nostalgic look on his face.

Lin En was thinking about the authenticity of this story. Although Vortigern was very friendly, it is not ruled out that there is an element of glorification in this story. However, apart from the details of the story being questionable, there is no problem with the overall logic.

So Lynn asked another question.

"Then why didn't you destroy Camelot and take back your throne?"

Fairy tales usually go something like this: the banished prince gains power with the help of a kind druid, defeats the evil king and his wizard lackeys, and becomes the new king.

"Because the teacher is right!"

The old man said this in a calm tone, but his eyes revealed an unconcealable despair.

"Even if we gather the power of the entire Druid Order, the oak can only last a limited time. The gap in the inner sea of ​​the star is gradually healing itself, and it will disappear completely in a few years. By then, the oak will slowly wither, and my sanity will gradually disappear, and I will become a true dragon."

"This is the price we have to pay for defying fate!"

Lin En looked at the old man's figure, not knowing what to say.

To be honest, Lin En actually agrees more with Vortigern's idea. In the myths of the East and the West, when faced with the disaster of a monstrous flood, the East chose Dayu to control the flood, while the West chose to board Noah's Ark.

There is no right or wrong in making choices, but the impact they have on future generations is completely different.

This is the difference between dying standing or living on your knees.

Let’s get back to the point.

Vortigern fell silent after he finished speaking. Lin En wanted to say something to comfort him, but he couldn't think of anything to be happy about. You can't say that Camelot perished shortly after your death! After all, Vortigern was the prince of Camelot.

"At least, at least your struggle is meaningful, isn't it? Because of your efforts, countless people have lived a relatively stable life for the past ten years!"

If Vortigern had not lied, the Age of the Gods would have ended ten years ago, famine would have swept across Britain, and Camelot would have fallen apart. Wars would have broken out in every corner of the land, either for food or to reduce population.

The End of the Age of Gods: Chapter 76: Test

“So what price did we pay for this?”

Futigeng seemed to be asking Lin En again, but he was also asking himself.

The Druids were wiped out, the country was divided into two, compatriots killed each other, but the invaders gained a foothold in Britain.

If all this could bring about ten years of prosperity, then it would be meaningful, but what made Vortigern most despair was the consequences.

The Age of Gods lingers on, and Britain's population is still increasing, but there is no way to deal with future famines. Once the Age of Gods ends and famine strikes, these people will exacerbate the scale of the disaster, becoming starving bones, cannon fodder on the battlefield, and tears of the times.

After paying such a huge price, all we got in return was ten years of false peace, but we have to face an even more cruel future.

"The teacher is right!"

Vortigern repeated this sentence.

Lin En was finally speechless. No matter from which angle he looked at it, Vortigern's struggle did not get the results he wanted.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore!"

It was Vortigern who recovered first. He looked at Lin En with a somewhat calculating look in his eyes:

"Your teacher should be Elder Nemo, the only survivor of the Council of Elders, who shoulders the mission of passing on the druid tradition. He is also my teacher's disciple, so he can be considered my junior fellow apprentice."

"Although I haven't learned any druid spells, Mr. Javier is a swordsman as famous as Merlin. According to seniority, I should be your uncle."

"Now, let Uncle Master see how good your swordsmanship is."

As soon as he finished speaking, the house began to shake. The roof rose, the walls moved back, and the floor grew. The original round table and chairs burrowed back into the soil.

The entire house is actually part of a big tree and can change according to the wishes of the residents.

In a short while, the house turned into an indoor training ground. Two wooden swords "grew" out from the floor and were held in the hands of two men.

Lin En raised the sword and waved it. It felt very good and it didn't look like it was made of wood at all.

Vortigern also casually swung his sword twice, and the air made a sonic boom that could not bear the weight.

"It's a little light! But it's usable. Come on!"

The old man motioned for Lynn to make the first move.

Although Lin En didn't know why his swordsmanship was suddenly tested, he had no intention of backing down.

So Lin En held the sword horizontally, exerted force on his feet, and the sword tip pierced towards the old man like lightning.

"it is good!"

Vortigern's eyes lit up. Lin En's sword was almost impeccable, but Vortigern still caught the trajectory of the sword. He waved his hand and hit the side of the sword, deflecting the sword that was about to hit him.

"You don't have enough strength, kid!"

Lin En's hand holding the sword was shaking a little. After just one strike, Lin En felt his hand a little numb. The difference in physical fitness was really too big.

So Lin En used the force to move sideways, avoiding the old man's sword. He took a step forward, using the strength of his waist and abdomen to swing the sword in a semicircle, cutting towards the old man's waist.

Vortigern remained standing still, and the long sword he swung turned back in an instant, deflecting Lin En's attack again.

This time, Vortigern used a little more strength, and Lin En's arm could hardly hold the hilt of the sword. He had to step back a few steps to dissipate the force on the sword.

"The response was timely, but what happened to this power? Didn't he eat?"

Lin En smiled bitterly. He was not an almighty genius. He spent almost all his time studying magic. The only time he had for physical exercise was during the short period of time when he got up early in the morning for exercises. Naturally, his physical fitness could not be compared with Vortigern's.

But Lynn can cheat.

Putting his spirit into his soul and lighting up the rune that symbolized the lion, after several months of practice, Lynn was finally able to control the area of ​​transformation.

As the light emerged, golden hair grew from Lin En's body, entwining with each other to form a close-fitting armor. Magic power was extracted between breaths, strengthening Lin En's limbs and bones, and a constant stream of power flowed out of his body.

This is a new method that Lin En has found out. He tries to increase the power of the mythical beast species as much as possible without destroying the human form. It is not a new form, but a forced interruption of the transformation process, which is the so-called half-transformation.

Because the transformation was forcibly interrupted, this posture would not last very long, probably only about ten minutes, but during these ten minutes, Lin En could be watched by the phantom beast.

Although they are just cubs, golden lions are famous for their strong physical fitness. Adult golden lions can even be invulnerable to swords and guns.

Lin En swung his sword, and the sudden increase in speed caught the old man off guard. He narrowly avoided it when the sword tip was almost touching the old man's skin.

"Oh! That's more like it!"

Vortigern smiled again, and his originally relaxed posture became stiff, and the noble attire on his body even became a little unreal.

Vortigern began to attack actively, and after a few rounds he adapted to Lin En's surging strength and speed, and suppressed him again.

Due to the surge in strength, Lin En was unable to control his body very well and could only vent his strength in the most concise way. Straight stabbing, horizontal slashing, vertical chopping, simple movements in Lin En's hands at this time also had great lethality.

But this was of no use to Vortigern. Although Vortigern was just a kind old man in front of Lin En, he was actually the incarnation of Britain, a white dragon that devoured light. Even Vortigern himself didn't know the limit of this body, but he didn't need to use all his strength. Vortigern could take every attack from Lin En.

Time passed in a flash, and when the ten minutes were up, Lin En's body softened and he half-knelt on the ground.

"Lucky to not turn into a lion cub this time."

Because the transformation was interrupted, Lin En would randomly transform into a lion cub or directly return to human form after the time was up. After transforming into a lion cub, he would at most feel a little tired, and he would be fine after a rest. But if he returned to human form, Lin En would feel as if his body was hollowed out, and he would have no strength at all.

When Lin En was about to collapse to the ground, a low tree suddenly grew out of the empty ground, with lush leaves growing on the crown of the tree, which softly caught Lin En.

"His swordsmanship is so-so, his reaction speed is good, but his endurance is terrible!"

The old man put down the sword in his hand, and the long sword sank into the floor and disappeared. The old man walked forward and checked Lin En's condition, but found that Lin En had fallen asleep.

"You really trust me!"

Vortigern made a self-deprecating remark, but lowered his voice a little.

After a long time, the old man whispered, "Teacher, what do you think?"

The End of the Age of Gods: Chapter 77: The Witch's Potion

"There is no doubt that he is the heir that Nemo found. I sense the breath of the Oak Staff."

The elk head on the wall suddenly blinked, and an old voice came out of its mouth.

"But what about that physical fitness? Didn't Nemo teach him the art of physical training?"

The brown bear head with a scar on its face hanging on another wall complained.

"I think what Nemo did was right. Druids should learn magic, and at most learn some sword skills for self-defense. It doesn't make sense to use a staff to hit people."

The head of an unknown giant eagle also spoke at this time.

"Besides, Elder Nimo is only proficient in druid spells, so asking him to teach bodybuilding skills is a bit too much."

A wolf head with a few tufts of white hair on its head also agreed.

"And that kid's wild transformation is very interesting. It should be simulating a golden lion cub of the mythical beast level. I remember there was indeed one in Avalon, and I was rejected when I went there."

The last to speak was a lion's head, its flamboyant hair glowing with a faint golden glow under the sunlight.

"Well, old friends, now that we've confirmed that he's the one you've been waiting for, let's make a decision!"

Vortigern interrupted the heads' conversation.

It was still the elk head that spoke first: