Under the gloomy sky, a Roman legionnaire in heavy armor walked under an old pine tree, under which lay a bloodied, dying Celtic man. This man is not an ordinary tribal commoner, but a druid, a tribal druid who is well versed in the knowledge of nature. At this moment, his people had been slaughtered, and he himself was seriously wounded, lying dying under the tree.

The Roman soldier, holding his bloodied dagger, stepped forward and grabbed his head, then stabbed the dagger into his chest with a blank face. Immediately, boiling blood flowed from the tip of the sword, and the great druid screamed, and as far as his eyes could see, the pale blue sky gradually turned into darkness.

The soldier drew his dagger and stepped down from under the old pine tree, and in front of him were hundreds of corpses of Celtic druids, all densely packed on the slopes of the hill near the coast. The waves crashed against the sand below, roaring like giants.

This is Mora, the sacred place of the British. A place for druids to study.

And today, Apis sent men to land on the island and kill all the druids in one day. This bloody repression was forced by the current situation, and the leader of the Britons, Torles, the Ghost Wolf, had not been present since the defeat in the Black Forest, and in order to end the war as soon as possible, Apis resorted to the simplest and most brutal methods to resolve the rebellion.

Druids are the beliefs and spiritual sustenance of the northern Britons, they are the spiritual leaders of the tribe, the number is scarce, but the status in the tribe is extremely high, usually a druid needs to go through at least twenty years of advanced training to become a qualified druid in the tribe, priest, and then, to communicate with their gods, it can be said that the people of the tribe are through the druids, get the instructions of the gods, Torles held the sacrifice ceremony before, in order to gather through the power of the gods, encourage the tribe's army.

And now, Apis divided by two, directly landed on the island and slaughtered all the druids of the tribe, which is equivalent to destroying the faith and culture of the Celts in northern Britain......

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"What happened? Benny? ”

Potlem, the stronghold of the British Union, when the messenger cavalry hurried to the camp, Torles and his people were preparing for the big battle that was about to take place in the winter, everyone was confident in making new weapons and bows and spears, they had no idea what was happening on the far west coast, and Torles read the strangeness and horror on the faces of the messenger cavalry.

"The Romans, the Romans landed on the island of Mora ......"

The messenger spoke, a pained expression on his face, as if what he was about to say was a nightmare and torment. And that's exactly what happened. Druids were to tribes what Jupiter was to Rome. It's incredibly important.

Torles instinctively felt uneasy, Mora Island, the island is full of cultivating tribes druids, the Romans will not do good deeds on the island, there is only one possibility, that is, extermination.

"And then? Tell us, what happened? ”

The cavalry knelt down in agony, while Torles grabbed him by the collar and asked in a loud voice.

"Druids, druids were killed by them......"

After the Celtic cavalry finished speaking, his emotions almost collapsed. The druids were slaughtered, and for the British tribes, it was like the end of the world. As soon as the cavalry spoke, everyone was stunned.

"No, no, no, it's not true, you liar! How did the Romans know the location of Mora? You must be lying! ”

The leader of the Cherus tribe shouted, and in a fit of rage, he smashed the cavalry who told the news. And the cavalry just knelt on the ground and burst into tears. Nosebleeds and tears were mixed together, and there was no sign of falsification.

"What he said was true."

Then, with a blank face, Torles turned to his people and the leader of Cherus.

"This must be the punishment of the gods for us, we have betrayed his will!"

The leader of Cherus said in grief. There was despair in his eyes. The war had just begun, and the druids, who symbolized the spirit of the tribe, were slaughtered, which was undoubtedly a huge spiritual blow to the tribe.

"It's over, it's all over, there's no point in fighting anymore."

Subsequently, the tribal leader became depressed. Even to leave with their own people......

"Stand! What are you doing? Tell me, King of Herac, what are you going to do? ”

Seeing such a scene, Torles was also confused at first, but soon, the ghost wolf reacted. He drank the patriarch of the Cherus tribe to prevent the negativity from spreading into the alliance.

"Go back, go back to my people's territory, without the druids, we can't communicate with the gods, the end of the world is here, there is no point in fighting any more. I can only surrender. ”

"No, we're going to keep fighting. The war has begun, do you think you can go back in time? Do you think that if you return to your original territory with your people, the Romans will give you a stable life? No, even if we surrender, we won't, because you and I have risen up against Rome, and we have no way out, King of Herac. We retreated, we disbanded, the alliance split, so what about our people? What about the thousands of people here? They are all people who have responded to our call to fight for a free life. Now, in all of Britain, we are the only ones left to resist the Romans, and if we fail, no one will dare to rise up against the Romans again, and our people, the children of our people, will become slaves of the Romans. Have you thought about this? ”

Torles stood in front of the depressed king of the Cherus tribe and spoke eagerly and sincerely. Previously, he performed the ritual of druids, and now that the Romans had killed all the druids, Torles had no choice but to use the bloody reality to tell the Allies that they had no way out, and the only way was to take up arms and fight until the Romans were driven out of the land.

He's right. Without the druids, we can fight, and let this group of Romans know that the price of slaughtering our people is that we must pay the debt in blood! ”

Subsequently, the patriarch of the Kaluya tribe spoke.

The cruel reality and the disillusionment of spiritual faith were before the Cherus tribe and the other British tribes, and the day was so long for the North British Union whether to fight or to give up resistance and give up.

In the end, the patriarch of Cherus chose to stay. Without the guidance and guidance of the gods, then on your own! There will always be a time when the child will leave the mother's arms. The white sunlight pierced through the trees, and at this moment, Herak felt that an endless journey awaited him......