The gears of fate are turning, like a key that opens the door to time.

This is permitted by law.

[Deep winter of 1141 A.D.] Hebernian Alster. 】

"Oscar, you have to be strong. I want you to be like Oscar, the most heroic Orfina warrior in 'Fenia'. Not only do they have the same name, but they also have the same courage. Oscar's mentor, Druio Villa, patted Oscar on the head gently.

"Teacher, do you think I can really become a warrior like Orfina Oscar?" A wistful smile appeared on Oscar's immature face, and he couldn't take his eyes off his mentor Ovira.

"The goddess Jasmine will give you courage with her black feathers." Druid Mentor Ovira replied compassionately, handing him a sword and a shovel. "This dagger is the only relic your father left you. It is also a symbol of strength. Child, it's time to send your father's soul to the stream of souls. There he will be born again. The Normans can kill your father, but they can't erase his spirit. ”

Oscar took the dagger and shovel as long as he did, and the Druid Mentor placed his father's body in the tomb, and the soil that Oscar shoveled seemed to begin to mock the space. Next to the shack behind Oscar, a hazy invisible shadow seemed to shed tears of pity.

Early spring of 1155 A.D. County Meath, Ireland.

"Henry's army is coming!" In Oscar's farm, the Gaelic people who had been working just now began to flee in all directions, and he saw the troops raising flags on the distant plains like black clouds sweeping towards the Pressed Realm, and the fiery red flags of the two lions dancing in the distance like flames, like a rapidly spreading wildfire.

In front of them were the Meath County soldiers who were scurrying with their heads in their arms. Oscar had a sense of foreboding—just this morning, his wife and two or three farmers from the estate had sent supplies to the camp of the army of Meate against King Henry II of England, and no one had returned.

"Dorière! Dorière! With tears in his eyes, Oscar yelled his wife's name.

In addition to the chaos in front of his eyes, all he got was a response from the whirring wind.

"Nope! Damn Normans! Are you going to take everything from me? Oscar's roar was like thunder.

"Let's go! Oscar! These Normans of England have no mercy for the rebels, including us Gaelics! There is no time to think and hesitate. The peasants called out to Oscar, and at last he came to his senses, and he rushed to the farmhouse in three steps and two steps, took his father's dagger and carried all the household goods he could take with him, and fled west with the fleeing Gaelic farmers in the direction of Connaught.

"Everything is ruined." Oscar turned his head and looked at Oscar's estate, where he and his wife had once lived, but the dark smoke and raging fire were rising from it, and everything was going to be wiped out. I don't know if it's a hallucination or a loss of heart, he feels that someone is looking at him gently.

When he turned to look for this gentle gaze, he saw nothing.

[1157 A.D. Rainy season.] County Connaught, Ireland. 】

Count Connaught's court banquet was attended by many surrounding Gaelic nobles, as well as Druid monks like the Mentor, but these monks were not worth mentioning in Oscar's eyes, and there was hardly any way to communicate through faith except for a mouthful of interest - the goddess Jasmine and the Danu gods may be just a pendant on their chests in their hearts, including the Gaelic festival of the Holy Tree, which is just a symbol of a legitimate gathering for them.

"I heard that the Normans are building Trim Castle to strengthen their control over County Meath." During the banquet, a bald nobleman discussed what he had seen and heard recently, and his tone was like watching a fire from the other side, "But it's a good thing, those cheap laborers who have lost their land in Meath will continue to come to my mines to do a lot of hard work for me." ”

"Yes, the Earls of Munster and Leinster have been very happy lately. But their happiness will soon be over. It was heard that the Normans in County Meath were preparing an attack on Leinster. Another nobleman interjected happily, ripped off a leg of mutton, and unceremoniously nibbled on it.

"I suggest you better think about whether Connaught will be the next Meath County after the fall of Leinster!" With a 'bang', a heavy fist slammed into the long wooden table of the banquet, and Oscar stared angrily at the two secretly proud nobles, "I really don't know how many times you two can celebrate our Gaelic people's Sacred Tree Festival." ”

"Nonsense! Who are you when you are? I've never seen you. It must be a nameless rat. The Count's banquet never invites dirty beggars. The two nobles looked at the angry Oscar together, and their eyes shone with bad intentions.

"Since you nobles have such dirty ideas, I have nothing to talk about here." Oscar pulled his father's dagger from his waist and slammed it into the long table, "Diarnano doesn't need a nobleman like you at all. ”

"Dilnano! My poor little friend, you must be drunk and mind if we both drag you out to sober up? If there is Diarnano, we are the Knights of Orfina. Ahaha. The two nobles stood up from the table in mockery, and held their swords at their waists against each other.

"Hey! Hey! Oscar! And my assistant Olaf, Anotet! My banquet needs to be peaceful, and you don't have a good atmosphere like this! As soon as the belated Earl of Connaught entered the banquet hall, he saw this unfriendly scene, and he also recognized that the important guest he had decided to feast on this occasion was having a fierce quarrel with his two vassals, and had reached a state of tension, "Are you three not ready to listen to such a sincere advice from your lord?" I know why you're arguing, but the Norman invasion did challenge us Gaelics, oh, of course - and opportunity. ”

In fact, Oscar's attention is not to greet, but to the familiar but unfamiliar shadow in the distance. He took the glass of wine that the servant seemed to be about to give to Count Connaught, and instead of drinking it, he secretly poured it on the ground.

In the middle of summer 1158 A.D., the Brevin region on the border of Connaught and Meath

Beneath a col east of Brevin on the border between Connaught and Meate was a shack with dead branches that kept leaking from the last night's rain. The ragged Connaught Resistance was stationed here.

After two years, the rebel leaders Oscar and Count Connaught finally reached an agreement, and they resisted the pressure of Baron de Loomont and Baron Cong. As long as the rebels don't threaten his county, he's happy to provide anonymous supplies to the rebels.

"Oscar! The Earl of Connaught has sent supplies to our Connaught Resistance. A thin Connaught rebel pushed open the tarpaulin that covered the shack, and while he took Oscar's calloused hand and walked out of the shack, as if he had won a victory that had never been won before, he hid his uneasiness in his heart.

"Thomas, this is not a gift from Count Connaught, but a gift from Jasmine of faith to us Resistance!" Oscar embraced Thomas in a Gaelic way, comforting his companion who had followed him all the way, "Milecien also defeated the mighty Buddha and demons with the humans in the face of adversity, driving them back into the darkness. ”

"I heard that the goddess Jasmine is also a little helpless. Well, forgive me, I know that your mentor is a Druid scholar, and you also consider Fennia to be sacred - but Connaught did a bit of a trick this time, and they didn't provide any soldiers to help us rebels deal with the Normans, voila. Somewhat helpless, Thomas finally couldn't help but complain about Earl Connaught, and the moment he came to the cargo, he uncovered the tarpaulin that covered the supplies, "Rusty swords, grain and grass mixed with mud and sand." Presumably these things must have come from Connaught's 'loyal' servants, the two nasty fellows of Los Cormon. ”

"Polishing the rusty sword and sewing the inferior leather armor is better than nothing, after all, we need these equipment now, the Normans have stabilized the Earl of Leinster who has been reduced to an empty shelf, and the object of their attention now is likely to be our group of Connaught rebels." Oscar just nodded silently, his dark blue eyes looked at the blue sky, and he let out a long sigh, the fluttering white clouds were like the feathers of the demon god Kong Suo.

A strange figure floated through the hidden woods, with Oscar's familiar air. Oscar seemed to sense something, and pressed the short sword on his waist and walked towards the hidden woods alone, and then Oscar's thunderous roar came, "It's been 17 years, why do you always avoid me, come out!" Come out! ”

[Late summer 1160 A.D.] King's Henry II's Palace, London, Westminstershire]

In the royal palace, where the Plantagenet, the banner of the two lions, was all over the palace, and the nobles who carried out the military operations sat down one by one, and their eyes on their long hooked noses shone like those of falcons.

"Oh, you're all here, and you're on time. But how my territory has not yet been pacified, I have heard of the military situation in Ireland, especially in the area of Brefen, where the soldiers of County Meath have been turned around by a small rebel leader. Henry II, who wore a gold-trimmed crown with a red lily pattern on his head, had a hint of anger on his shriveled face, and strode into the military information room of the palace accompanied by several military courtiers, his straightforward words were mixed with obvious displeasure, and then he took out a parchment document from his arms, the back of which was painted with the two-key coat of arms of the papal authority, and pressed the document on the stone table with a 'snap', "The most noble and holy Holy See gave me Ireland five years ago. But now, where is my Ireland? How did those rebels come out!? The death of my son, the Count of Poitou, has not yet been investigated, what is going on? Know ye the whole purpose of your existence. ”

"Your Majesty, the situation of our pacification of the Irish army is not as bad as you think." A nobleman wearing a chain-hat at the table was a little nervous, "According to the military information I have obtained, we Normans have firmly controlled those minor nobles in Hibernia, such as the Earl of Leinster south of Meath, who has become like an old turtle with a shrunken head, hiding in his castle and not even daring to show his face. ”

"Connaught, Munster, Kildare are not part of my domain? My mother's courtier, the old fellow de Jean. Is the bow of your troops as broken as your head? Henry II raised his eyebrows and immediately shouted, "I have given you a lot of time, and that stupid donkey on the throne of France is eyeing me!" ”

"Ah, Your Majesty, I'll deal with the little rebels threatening Meate County at once!" De Jean's weather-covered face was flushed.

"That's it! I don't want to hear anything that upsets me about the removal of rebels and disobedient nobles in Ireland. I'll give you some more time. Otherwise, I'll let my military governor, Trim, take your place!" ”

[The city of Leinster Carlo, east of the Barrow River in the early autumn of 1165 AD]

Outside the city of Carlo, the Barlow River stretched out like a winding silver dragon into the distance, and without this river, the Normans besieging Leinster Carlo would have already breached the last city held by the Earl of Leinster, who was defending it.

Autumn was supposed to be a harvest season, but all the Gaelic soldiers and civilians in the city of Carlo did not enjoy the joy of the harvest, the city was almost out of food, and the dry and emaciated Gaelic people only felt that winter was coming.

The strong Norman chainmail cavalry and Hawk rangers made the Gaels dare not break out of the city, the siege trebuchets built along the river were a nightmare for the Gaelic people in the city, and the terrible firing distance of those strange Norman longbowmen made it impossible for all Gaels in Carlo to be trapped in a lonely city. The Gaelic knew that the Earl of Leinster would not surrender - not because of the faith of Diarnano, but because he was worthless to the Norman invaders from Meath. Moreover, their patience has been exhausted in the long battle.

The log shield with the foxer axe and a hunting bow was the standard for warriors in the Viking era, and it was also the equipment of Sir Lemberber's soldiers who guarded the city of Carlo, but such equipment could only be prayed for the blessing of Jasmine, the goddess of war, in front of the well-armed Norman soldiers. The Gaelic soldiers of the Earl of Leinster leaned against the crumbling walls of limestone, and looked with fear at the Normandy soldiers on the other side of the Barrow, of course, only through the battlements.

The flaming red banner of the Plantagenet dynasty is like a burning flame. The green harp banner is the last green in the flames, and the fury of war is burning the last faith of the druids in the city.

"In the name of God, destroy all that this group of infidels has!" Across the river, the Normans began intensive maneuvers. The angry cries of their mouths were heard far and wide in the empty plains.

"They're coming!" On the square stone battlements, the Gaelic soldiers began to exclaim, "The Normans have begun to attack us in full force!" Be careful, trebuchet! ”

Before the cries of the Gaelic soldiers fell, the huge stone projectiles had already been smashed into their faces, and the square stone stacks were smashed to pieces like soft pastries. The rapid ringing of the bell was like a kind of foreshadowing—a sign that the white-feathered demon god of "Fenia" was bringing misfortune to the city that was about to dry up.

"Dad, I'm afraid!" In the city of Carlo, a child hugged his father tightly, "Why do these yellow-haired people from outsiders kill our people?" Could they be the story that the druids in dark green robes told us about the fight against the Demons and gave birth to Milecian, but the Druid Masters said that we are not the Demons! We are the children of Goddess Jasmine! ”

"Of course, Goddess Jasmine loves you as much as I love you. Of course, these outsiders are not Milesian, but on the contrary, they are the Demons, a group of madmen who believe in paganism and believe in the so-called God. The child's father pulled away and hugged his child, "So, Daddy must guard the faith and protect you from being harmed by this group of evil demons." ”

"Daddy, can I still see you?" There were tears in the child's eyes.

"Of course, Daddy has always been with you, and we are Jasmine's warriors." The child's father stroked his head, then turned and drew the log shield, grabbed the foxhole, and rushed with his fellow Gaelic soldiers to the gates of Carlo.

The background color of brutal siege warfare is bright red. In the white blade, there is no mercy. The arrows were like bouncing locusts, St. George's longsword slashed into the flesh, the swinging foxisher axe lost its center of gravity, Leinster's banners were cut off one by one, and the eyes of the Earl of Leinster were ruins and flames, and the wailing and the sound of the soul brought by the whirring wind sounded in his ears.

It wasn't until the Normans began to retreat abruptly and inexplicably in a great victory that the surviving Gaelic soldiers looked across the river and seemed to see the black feathers of Jasmine, the goddess of war—hope.

"Hold on! Carlo's people, damned Normans, can't overcome our faith! "It was a strong Gaelic man, with long golden hair like golden waves, wielding a sword long and a short, and his blue eyes were full of hatred.

"Connaught's Resistance! Oscar is coming! Oscar and his army are here! The hope of the Gaelic people is here! The surviving soldier raised Leinster's dark green harp flag, waving it and shouting, "Son, if you can see, that golden-haired, six-foot-long, strong-bodied Ulster man is the real Milecien!" ”

The mysterious figure stood on top of the ruins of Carlo, his eyes full of tears, and he couldn't help but sigh, "Maybe someone will remember you in a hundred years." Oscar Orn. An amazing name. I wish I could help you, but I can't. ”

【Late Autumn 1166 A.D., County of Connaught, Ireland】

The castle of the Earl of Connaught was very lively, and it was not a grand banquet, nor was it because of the addition of many Norman heads outside the castle that brought many Gaelic onlookers. It was a meeting between the lords of the same culture, and of course Oscar, the leader of the Connaught Rebellion, was invited to the castle of the Earl of Connaught.

They looked very cheerful, and they congratulated each other that the Normans from England had turned to attack and defended for the time being, and that their territory seemed to be in no major trouble for the time being.

"I am very happy to have you invited you to this meeting, as the owner of the castle." Count Connaught rose from his Earl's chair and raised his hands to welcome the guests.

"As long as the Normans don't cause trouble on our turf, of course it's worth rejoicing, cheers!" The Earl of Leinster happily picked up the silver cup full of wine and drained it all.

"To me, the Normans are simply a distant legend, the same as Diarnano." The Earl of Munster was not so much a reciprocal as he was talking to himself.

"Munster, you should have said such cool things. I, Kildare, have had enough of the Ulster, who is willing to be a lackey of the infidels, has illegally occupied large tracts of my farmland and estates by relying on the Normans! The Earl of Kildare slapped the table angrily and looked hopefully at the rebel leader Oscar beside him, "I wish I had a rebel army in Kildare who could share my worries, I already want to eat Norman meat!" ”

"Kildare, there are a lot of stinking Norman heads outside my castle, if you want to eat them." The Earl of Connaught and the other Earls burst into laughter, "Alright, alright, Kildare, the goddess Macha will give you his red feathers." But before we do, let's all talk about the fact that all of us here form a solid alliance against our enemies. ”

"Totally agree." Oscar, who had been drinking in silence, finally expressed his will, his eyes blazing, and he said, "I am very satisfied that we Gaelic people in Ireland can form a solid alliance. Although we, the rebels, together with the lords, have thwarted the intrigues of the Normans, but now the Norman lords of England are preparing a magnificent castle, Trim Castle. Attempt to use this castle as a means of further control over our Gaelic people! Once Fort Trim is built, we won't have a day to turn around! We are the only ones who twist into a rope. ”

"It's just hearsay, what is there to fear about a castle." The Earl of Munster was not at all impressed by Oscar's words, "Perhaps they are just trying to consolidate control of the lands that have been lost." Ah, I'm sorry, Warrior Leader of the Resistance, but if Trim Castle in Mees is built, it will be a threat to Brepham, where your rebels are located. ”

"Munster, your fart is like a thunderclap in the sky!" The Earl of Kildare slapped the table angrily again, "Have you forgotten that we in Kildare are also near County Meath!" Once this castle was built by the Normans, I would be caught on three sides by the castles of Ulster, Tyrone and Triem! ”

"Alright, alright! Ladies and gentlemen, Let's talk about building alliances first, and put the matter of Trim Castle aside! It is not too late to discuss this matter after we have formed a union of the Irish Gaelic people. Let's vote on which lord should lead the alliance. "The Earl of Connaught acted as a peacemaker, and he did not want to see the bargaining chips that would be laid out because of the heated argument between Kildare and the Earl of Munster over the size of the threat to Castle Trim.

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested in the alliance you proposed." The Earl of Munster glared at the Earl of Kildare, "The Normans are a distant legend to Munster!" ”

"It doesn't matter if you don't seem to have one in the alliance." Kildare continued to roar angrily, clamoring to the point of throwing glasses, "Of course I have to announce my membership in the Alliance. The Normans are our enemies! But I think I should elect Mr. Oscar as the leader of the league. ”

"Although I would also agree with the selection of the leader of the Resistance, His Excellency Oscar, as the leader of the Alliance. He was strong and powerful, and he had saved our Earl of Leinster. King of Leinster, Dermot MacMorough, has abandoned his realm and begged the aliens to fight against our Gaelic people, and Ireland has no king, so we must elect a legitimate nobleman to his position. Earl Leinster stroked the white hair on his forehead, he looked at the strong Oscar, and then looked at the Earl Connaught with an unhappy face, and then said slowly, "But Oscar has no noble blood, obviously this will make everyone a little unconvinced, so I elect Connaught." ”

"It seems that I should vote for myself too, and thank you for your trust, Your Excellency Earl Leinster." Count Connaught happily raised his glass to Earl Leinster, but his eyes were on Oscar, and he kept nodding his head at him.

"As long as His Excellency Connaught remains the same enemy, we, the Connaught Resistance, are willing to obey the drive. For the Gaelic people of Ireland, for the sake of finding our Diarnano! Oscar slowly rose from his seat and stroked his chest with one hand towards Count Connaught, his deep blue eyes like a door that opened his heart.

A mysterious figure hastily and carefully noted the exact time of the meeting outside the city: August 15, 1166 A.D.

[Dublin City, Meath, County in the early winter of 1168 AD]

The Connaught Resistance had grown stronger, they seemed to be well supplied and professionally trained in combat, they were no longer guerrilla Gaelic barbarians, and for the Normans the surroundings of Meatshire were unsafe except for Dublin.

In the castle of Dublin City, the knights and nobles of the Normans had serious and terrible expressions.

"Your Majesty has lost trust in me. In a few days, he will lead a large army to the Isle of Man using the Isle of Man of the Scots as a springboard to lead the fleet here. The military commander appointed by the British king, De Jean, was very annoyed, "In the 13 years that the rebels have appeared in this 13 years, the troops under my command have been losing and retreating little by little. You've brought me bad news again and again that has brought me shame. You can calculate how many gold coins I've paid over the years! ”

"General, these rebels are clearly supported by Connaught and Leinster. We can only wait for the arrival of His Majesty the King with a great army. A nobleman shrugged helplessly, "My manor in Brevin has been burned down by the rebels, and the heads of the soldiers I hired are still hanging outside the ruins of Brevfen!" May God curse these Gaelic barbarians. ”

"Oh, God. I'm sorry and ashamed for you. But aren't we going to do something when Your Majesty is here? "We Normans have chainmail cavalry, hawk rangers, longbowmen, hoplites, trebuchets. I can't defeat these Vikings who only use log shields and foxish axes, and fight them on the ground! Oh, I see, are you all waiting for His Majesty to come and cut off our heads one by one? ”

"Of course not. But our soldiers are demoralized now, and they start to tremble at the name of the rebel leader, Oscar, and I think it would be almost impossible if we took the initiative to find them and bring this group of rebels to justice. The nobleman sighed softly with a gloomy expression.

"Then wait for them." De Jean's eyes flickered, and the shot eyes were very cleverly matched with the hooked nose of the eagle, shooting out a sharp light like an eagle.

"Believe me, Your Excellency, he will come to the door on his own initiative, and he has come to avenge the death of our Normans, and he has no mercy for us Normans. In my opinion, the morale of the rebels is high, and we should now strengthen the defenses of Dublin to avoid their advances. Wait quietly for the arrival of His Majesty's army. There was some basis for the aristocracy's rhetoric, and De Jean was slightly moved, and De Jean's fingers kept tapping his knees as if he was considering the nobleman's proposal.

"Perhaps you are right, for the sake of a grand welcome, it seems that I am going to give these Gaelic barbarians a grand welcome - I mean: 'Open the doors of Dublin'." De Jean suddenly slammed the table, looking confident, "That's it!" ”

[Early winter 1168 A.D., the camp of the rebels in the Breven area]

The rebel camp was no longer just a simple shack, the camp also had a captured Norman tent, and the red double lion pattern in the tent hall was removed and replaced with the rebel logo.

A fast horse scout hurried from the direction of Meathshire, and with excitement on his face, he rode to the camp and dismounted, and rushed into Oscar's lodgings.

"Chief, our counterattack seems to have worked! The Normans have begun to pack their baggage and prepare to roll back to their kingdom by sea! And," the scout leaned into Oscar's ear and whispered everything he had gotten.

"But it's all true?" Oscar was a little puzzled, he knew that the Normans were afraid of him unabated, but he never expected that the effect of fear would be so immediate.

"It's true! The watchtower they had set up outside Dublin in County Meath was almost entirely furnished, and even the patrolling Hawk rangers were nowhere to be seen. There were no red dragons on the walls of Dublin, so I disguised myself as a Norman and blended in with the Normans who had been told to be evacuated. They were now transporting nobles by sea to the Isle of Man, from which they would turn to reach their Britain. Only de Jean seemed to be preparing for the evacuation of His Palace. The scout's voice seemed to tremble slightly from being overly excited.

"So, we're going to make it!? Their defenses must be extremely lax right now. My wife's revenge will be avenged soon! A smile tugged at the corners of Oscar's mouth, as if a heavy stone in his heart was about to fall to the ground, and he walked briskly to the map of the parchment, his fingers darling between Brevham and Meatshire, and he picked up the charcoal to draw the route of the march in his mind, and the joy of imminent victory seemed to come to his mind, and he did not notice anything strange around him.

"You attack through this route. Obviously there will be pitfalls. Oscar was in a trance, he didn't know when a familiar and unfamiliar figure appeared next to him.

"Who are you? How did you get in here! Oscar's eyes were a little blurry, he didn't seem to be able to see the face of the person in front of him clearly, and he couldn't help but hold down the short sword at his waist, but the feeling of déjà vu made him just take a few steps back and didn't pull it out immediately, "But what you said had a strong Norman tone!" No, you must be a spy! ”

"It doesn't matter who I am. The important thing is that I want to help you. The mysterious man whispered, as if preoccupied, he raised his hand to hold Oscar's shoulder, but suddenly retracted his hand, "If you want to live, you should listen to my warning, and this time you should not act rashly." Otherwise, you're going to lose everything. Henry II would easily defeat the nobles of Ireland. So I suggest you take a standstill approach. It was a trap devised by the Norman military commander de Jean. ”

"No way, my scouts won't lie to me. And why do I need to listen to you, I don't know you at all! Even if the Normans were ambushed, what was it, and I lost count of the number of times I had been in danger. If we make a quick assault, this will also be the best time to crush the Normans! Oscar doesn't believe in the vague mystery in front of him, "Witchcraft doesn't see everything. And we don't welcome wizards here. ”

"Hahahaha." The mystery man laughed, his eyes filled with tears, but he kept shaking his head.

"Who are you talking to?! Oscar! The door to Oscar's residence suddenly opened, and Thomas burst in, and the mysterious man just glanced at Oscar meaningfully.

"I don't know who he is, I just know that he's a wizard who came to alert me to my next move. Can you imagine? He's a wizard with a Norman accent. Oscar pointed to the location of the mystery man.

"But he's gone." Thomas's mouth opened wide in surprise.

[Outside Dublin, Meathshire, late winter 1168 AD]

The weather in the depths of winter in Meath County is very harsh, the white sky is falling with goose feather snow, the earth is also covered with a layer of evil color, the rivers outside Meath have been completely frozen, and the cold climate makes almost everyone's exhaled gas form tiny ice crystals.

Hidden in the cedar forest was a group of uninvited guests, their faces painted with dark green war paints, and their fur-edged cloaks tightly wrapped around their rugged bodies, only faintly revealing the polished snow-bright weapons.

"Oscar. Have you really decided? Thomas looked at Oscar beside him with some hesitation, only to see that Oscar's deep blue eyes were just looking coldly at Dublin City, which was drifting in the snow.

"Yes, I think it's a good time for me to kill De Jean, I've been waiting for this day for years. My wife died at the hands of the invaders, and when I was a child, the Normans of the Devils killed my father. Today is the time for blood to pay the debt. Oscar gritted his teeth, his eyes were like a torch, and he turned his face to look at his best friend Thomas, "Isn't this the day you've been waiting for?" ”

Thomas's helplessness, but he still nodded silently, "But that wizard, he saw your failure." ”

"If it were my mentor, maybe I would think that we were taking a risk with our lives. Thomas, you and your team are waiting outside the city to pick them up. Oscar smiled, and his big hands patted Thomas on the shoulder, "Wait for my triumph!" ”

"I will, brother." Thomas suddenly reached out and pressed Oscar's shoulder, and slammed his elbow into Oscar's face.

"Thomas, what are you doing" Oscar's world was spinning, and he only vaguely saw that Thomas was straightening his back and issuing orders in his place.

"We can't let our leader go on an adventure, my second team is responsible for taking care of the leader outside Dublin, and the first team of the rebels follows me, the mission remains the same!" Thomas's back was blurring, Oscar's ears were roaring, and his eyes were just dark.

[Outside Dublin, Meathshire, late winter 1168 AD]

A group of Gaelic refugees in fur-rimmed robes were weeping and weeping towards Dublin in the goose-feather snow, and after a brief exchange of English guards, one of them sent a guard to interrogate.

The guards carefully held their swords and motioned expressionlessly for the weeping refugees to stop.

"What are you doing here?" The English guard asked coldly.

"We fled for our lives from Leinster. The lords there expelled us because we believed in God. The leader of the refugees took out a wooden cross from his bosom, "Graciful sir, can you let us into the city, we just want to find something to eat." ”

"The savage Gaelic don't deserve this." The guard approached the Gaelic refugee with a wicked smile on his face, snatched the wooden cross from his palm, and stuffed it into his pocket, "Get out of here, you filthy savage Gaelic people are not welcome in Dublin. ”

"Maybe your God got you to the end today." The leader of the Gaelic took off his hood, drew his axe from his robe, and slashed it at the guard's head.

It was a cry to Jasmine, the goddess of war, and all the Gaels behind the leader rushed madly towards the fleeing English guards inside the Dublin gates. The axe was so precise that the English soldiers fell to the streets of Dublin as far as they could see.

The streets of Dublin were unusually deserted, it looked like they were uninhabited, and the Normans who fled like rabbits disappeared in a few moments, and the Gaelic suffered few casualties, except for one or two companions who were missing, and the rest of the rebel fighters approached Thomas, the commander of their movements, and groped their way through the thick snow and fog as quickly as possible with the parchment sketches drawn by the scouts, until they approached the general's residence in Dublin, where the invader de Jean was.

A grand mansion was in front of Thomas and the Connaught rebels beside him, and the Norman soldiers guarding the mansion dispersed without any defense.

With a muffled 'bang', Thomas kicked open the door of the mansion and rushed in with the Connaught rebels behind him.

"De Jean! De Jean! Give back my family's life! Your goddamn reign is coming to an end! Thomas's face was gloomy, his forehead was bruised, and his foxish axe whirred as if it were about to tear apart everything in the mansion.

There was no answer in the empty mansion, and the echoing roar made the mansion look as cold as death. It was an indescribable confusion that suddenly hit Thomas's angry heart.

Outside the mansion, there was the sound of horses' hooves, Thomas's heart was cold, a sticky liquid splashed on Thomas's body, and he suddenly turned around, a Connaught rebel had already collapsed in a pool of blood, his back pierced by a longbow and arrow.

"Longbowmen, shoot all the rebels!" The general, surrounded by English soldiers, flicked his cloak, and countless dull bangs rang out in unison, and arrows rained down on Thomas and his Connaught rebels like locusts.

There was a deathly silence in the officer's quarters, and corpses covered in falling snow and ice.

In the late spring and summer of 1171 A.D., the meeting point of the camp of the rebels in Connaught in the Brefen Mountains

"Thomas!" Oscar screamed in his sleep, as if he had once again seen the long-deceased Thomas being shot through the heart with an arrow.

"Chief, are you having another nightmare?" The rebel guards quickly lifted the curtain and came to investigate.

"yes, the big war is coming, and I seem to have been a little too nervous lately. Have the Earls of Leinster, Munster, Kildare, and Connaught's Earls all reached Breven? This time, Henry II mobilized almost the entire county of Westminster to prepare for a decisive battle with us. Whether or not we Gaelic faith can be defended depends on the outcome of this decisive battle. After receiving an affirmative reply from the guards, Oscar immediately turned over from the bed and sat up, quickly put on his armor, and inserted the sharpened two swords into his waist, "Let's go, we have to discuss with a few counts about the strategy of defending against the enemy!" ”

Several leaders with different faces walked out of the assembled camp hand in hand, carefully observing the complex terrain around the camp.

"Ladies and gentlemen, as leaders of the Alliance, this battle may be the most brutal we have ever experienced." Count Connaught was the first to express his opinion to show that he had an accurate grasp of the current situation, and he looked at Oscar, the leader of the rebels, with a smile, as if thinking about something.

"Yes, these red shirts are disgusting, but no matter how powerful they are, they can't stop the sharp axe in my hand." The Earl of Kildare chimed in.

"Although we are optimistic about the topography of the position now, we still need a big fat meat to feed to Henry II's mouth, so that he will be lured by us." The scheming Earl of Leinster rolled his eyes and stroked his white beard.

"Isn't there the Oscar leader of the Connaught Resistance Army in front of us?" The Earl of Munster looked at Oscar with contempt, his eyes full of disdain.

"Well, as Leinster said, if we want to have an advantage in the gap in armament, we must find a suitable place to ambush Henry II's army. The Breven area is the only area where the rebels are located near the camp for an ambush. The mountains here provide archers with a high position, and the dense woods are suitable for surprise attacks, where the Norman longbows are ineffective. So, I need a piece of incense bait. ”

"Looks like we're the only one." Oscar held out his hand to Count Connaught, "You have my back, and I will send all the rebels to lead Henry II and his army to the predetermined ambush site." ”

"Oscar, I, Kildare, will give this group of red-shirted Normans a taste of our Kildare's axe." The Earl of Kildare nodded affirmatively and patted Oscar on the shoulder.

[The Border Crossing of Brevin and Meese in the Early Summer of 1171]

Henry II, wearing a golden crown and visor, rode on a tall horse, and was flanked by a group of undisciplined Connaught rebels in long skirts, whose equipment was inferior to that of even light infantry.

Without any negotiation, Henry II waved his hand, and his entire army began to sweep the mountains towards the Connaught rebels. The iron hooves of the chainmail cavalry and the iron boots of the hoplites even gave up the longbowman shooting in order to save arrows.

"Withdraw!" Facing the attacking chainmail cavalry, Oscar's resistance was almost unable to resist, but he knew that a rout after a fight would inevitably arouse suspicion, and after holding his breath, he suddenly shouted and began to implement the lure plan.

The heavy casualties of the Connaught rebels finally allowed the lure plan to succeed, and the retreating rebels finally led the extremely large army of Henry II into the mountains of Brefen, where the Normans of England slaughtered almost no resistance along the way, seemingly unaware of the increasingly strange terrain around them.

Oscar was the first to flee into the dense forests of the mountains, and the unscrupulous Henry II was followed by his bodyguards and chainmailers.

"Kildare!" Oscar roared like a forest druid calling his ally, the wolf.

"Kill!" Kildare's soldiers suddenly emerged from the low bushes, their foxholes in their hands flanked from the pursuers, the fierce Kildare soldiers pulled down the pursuing chainmail cavalry from their horses, the knights who followed the king to the right and left were almost fruitless, and the Kildarean soldiers in ambush made Henry II unable to figure out how many enemies were hiding in the dense woods.

As soon as Oscar grasped the Earl of Kildare's hand, tears of excitement in his eyes, he drew his polished twin swords from his waist and rushed towards Henry II with the Earl of Kildare.

"Presumably, we will finally be able to expel these executioners who invaded our homeland forever! Now that the King of England is alone, and with Munster's light cavalry behind us, the archers of Leinster and the Earl of Connaught must have held their infantry back at the pass. Now is the time. Oscar nodded to the Earl of Kildare.

"It's my pleasure to fight you! Oscar. You are nobler than nobles. In my eyes, you are Jasmine's messenger. In the battle between Kildare and Oscar, they finally rushed to Henry II's horse, and Kildare swept with his axe, cutting off the leg of the knight's guard, and the knight of the king's guard who fell off the horse was immediately assassinated by Oscar's sword.

Countless footsteps sounded behind Henry II, and the sound of the iron boots made the hearts of the Earl of Kildare and Oscar suddenly cold, "What's the matter!" These infantry should be blocked at the mountain pass! What the hell are Connaught and Leinster doing! ”

"Oops, we've been betrayed!" The Earl of Kildare was shocked, he knew the terrible assertion, and in a hurry he snatched the Kildare flag from the Kildare soldiers beside him, and shook it with all his might.

"Summon the Munster Light Rider!" Oscar guarded the flag-waving Earl of Kildare, and from his stunned expression, it was clear that he did not want to believe that this was a betrayal by Connaught and the Earl of Leinster.

"Uhh

"Kill!" Oscar turned his head and slashed the oncoming English heavy armor with a clean sword, and continued to rush towards Henry II with the Earl of Kildare.

King Henry II's army of England did not show any alarm, and there were more and more infantry of the King's army of England in the dense forest. Henry II was surrounded by English hoplites, and Oscar and the Earl of Kildare had no way to get into Henry II.

At the same time, there was a scream behind Oscar, and when he and the Earl of Kildare turned back to back, Munster rode and slashed not the red-armored invaders, but the Gaelic brothers who fought with him.

"No!" Oscar's deep blue eyes welled up with crystal tears, and a burst of anger emanated from his chest as if he was going to burn everything here, and he was full of anger and even the two swords in his hands were trembling, "This is a shameless betrayal!" Jasmine! Look at our Gaelic people today, just like the betrayal of the god-king Nuada! ”

"Be careful! Oscar! The Earl of Kildare shielded Oscar with his body, and a cold arrow pierced his heart, and he fell.

Oscar stopped his tears, his face was like a burning fire of hatred, he could no longer care about the betrayal behind him, but carried his sword and went straight into the army of the king's army alone, like an angry bison.

It's closer, it's getting closer. Henry II's hypocritical face was like the evil Demon Lord hidden under the crown and the face, in the dense forest, the longbowmen of England had already set up the arrows in the longbowstring, and at that moment suddenly let go, the sharp arrows flew out of the bowstring.

"Father!" Oscar's last bit of tranquility seemed to be washed away by the blood, and at that moment, his father's short sword flew away from his palm, and the rotating blade drew an arc of death in the chaos, Oscar's heart was hit by an arrow, and the flying short sword also hit Henry II's chest, Henry II fell from his horse, but the cavalry and infantry beside him ignored it at all.

The mysterious man in the hidden canopy sighed, "I failed in the end. ”

[4015 A.D. UN Time Laboratory]

"Once the gears of fate turn, the fine sand will be crushed, all obstacles will be destroyed, and then everything will be business as usual." The mysterious man closed the photon screen, shook his head, and walked out of the laboratory in a white lab coat.

The reporters who interviewed him swarmed around the Irish-born doctor, and they focused all their attention on the course of the trial.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen, ma'am. Time is like a delicate machine with huge gears, and history will automatically correct itself, even if you interfere with it in any way. He's like a movie, you change the image in the movie, but you can't change history. Even if you go back in time and somehow interfere with the ongoing historical events, as I said, the giant geared precision machine will ignore the dust raised in this history, it will be ruthlessly crushed by it, and continue to move on in its way. The Doctor smiled and shook his head, his eyes full of loss and reluctantly quipped, "I also saw my Leinster ancestors. That's the only takeaway. ”

"So, doctor, according to what you say, the Fuso government has been preparing to revise the past history for more than 2,000 years, which has caused long-term strong dissatisfaction in Asian countries, so isn't it science-based that he can only be regarded as self-deception?" An Asian-American journalist seized the opportunity and grabbed the right to interview first.

"I'm afraid so. Even if you glorify him, the massacre they committed back then is a massacre in the memory of history. Just like in my experiment, Oscar, who changed the fate of the Connaught Resistance through indirect contact, was still lost in history, even if I changed their fate. But the last biographer, along with his manuscript, was secretly destroyed by Henry II, who, oh, the Oscar killed was just a stand-in. This is how the Gears of Fate purge these erroneous 'programs'. The doctor didn't seem to be prepared to talk to the group of reporters, and he knew in his heart that the biggest person who was most annoyed by the failure of the experiment was the largest sponsor of the experiment, the United States government.

"Are you interested in doing a contact test?" Asian-American reporters chased after them, and their questions were like a barrage of cannons.

"If you have a little bit of scientific knowledge, do you know what exposure represents? Unless we humans live in the fifth dimension, in which case such contact is equivalent to looking at an object in a different direction in three-dimensional space. And we live in three dimensions, and now we can only secretly look at everything in the four-dimensional timeline. The Doctor pushed away the Asian reporters and made his way through the crowd of reporters, not wanting to say anything more than thinking of one word: "Terminate."