Riding the horse sent by Qi Wuce, wearing the armor sent by Qi Wuce, holding the gun given by Qi Wuce, and carrying the money given by Qi Wuce, Cú Chulainn crossed thousands of rivers and mountains and returned to the capital Yiwan again.

Seeing the thick walls again, Cú Chulainn's heart could not contain his excitement.

The bones were broken and restored one by one, the internal organs were crushed and glued together one by one, and the meridians were cut off and reconnected one by one, and he endured such pain for nine years, and nine years of purgatory-like life in exchange for unprecedented strength.

He waited at the border for nine years, just to wait for such an opportunity, not to prove that he had to get him back with his own hands what he had lost, but to prove that he was Cú Chulainn better than others......

Finish!

No!

Rise!

Far away from Cúchulainn, he saw Fergus's adoptive father waiting for him at the gates of the city, and Fergus kept looking in his direction, as if he knew he would arrive at this time.

Cú Chulainn was not surprised by this, he still remembered the Great Prophet of Caswad in the capital city of Iwan, after all, he was given the name Cú Chulainn.

"Setanda! This way! ”

Seeing Cúchulainn, Fergus shouted excitedly, and his huge voice could be felt in his ears even if Cúchulainn was still a few hundred meters away.

Seeing that the guards at the city gate were shocked by Fergus's voice and fainted directly, Rao had never experienced the temptation of beauty at this time, and Cú Chulalin, who was still a cold male god, couldn't help but have black lines on his head.

Cú Chulainn clamped the horse's belly and let the horse under his crotch gallop, after all, Fergus had already called out to him, as his nominal adoptive father, he could not let the other party wait for him to walk slowly and leisurely.

"It's good to come back, your mother misses you so much, Cú Chulainn!"

Even though Cúchulainn was riding on a horse, the big palm of the fan could still be slapped on Cúchulainn's back with that hearty laughter, and the solid and wide back was slapped.

"Wow! Good boy, you really haven't been in vain in that guy's hands in the past few years! I made the right choice! ”

Hearing this, Cú Chulainn frowned, when Concierber was able to refute the face of his original two dependents, and let him follow Qi Wuce to his territory for nine years of training, this matter can be realized in which the approval of Fergus, the adoptive father, is indispensable.

But he had only heard a little about it, and now that he heard Fergus talk about it again, the relationship between Qi Wuce and his adoptive father seemed to be quite good.

Cúchulainn got off the horse, if he was slapped twice by Fergus on the horse, he was afraid that the horse would not be able to bear it, he could clearly feel the slight trembling of the horse at this time, and Fergus had just shaken the horse a lot.

"Come with me, your mother is still at home and looking forward to your return to see her."

Fergus wrapped his strong arm around Cú Chulainn's shoulder, and with the force of his foot, he pulled Cú Chulainn into the city gate with great speed, almost half-dragging.

Thanks to Cúchulainn's dismounting, he held on to the reins and led the horse to follow him and Fergus.

After walking some distance in the city, Fergus and Cúchulainn arrived in the palace.

Cúchulainn's mother, Dectair, is the sister of King Conchierber, and although Cúctael's mother is the sister of King Conchierber, and although Dectel is married to Surtime, Dectiel is obviously not the kind of ordinary woman who will honestly teach her husband and children, so separation is a common occurrence for the couple of Dectael and Surtime.

When they reached the gate of the palace, a beautiful woman with a woman's sideburns was looking at the door, and when she saw Cú Chulainn appear, the woman ran impatiently towards the two.

Fergus was easily dismissed by the woman, and Fergus only smiled at this, knowing how much a mother missed her son whom he hadn't seen in months, so he didn't pay much attention to being sent away.

He was glad to be forcibly pushed aside, for he would be able to better appreciate such a beautiful woman as Dextell, who was thirty or forty years old, but still as beautiful as a maiden.

Although his lascivious reputation is well-known throughout Ireland, Fergus said that this time he really just appreciated it, after all, Concierge was his nominal son, and as Concierge's sister, Dectel was still a close relative of him, and he Fergus was not hungry enough to attack his own juniors. (Concierber's throne was bought by his mother for Fergus's sleeping house)

Feeling Fergus's burning gaze that would make any girl too shy to look at her, Dectel was not resentful.

Fergus's personality Every Ulster knows what that's all about, and besides, the style of the Ulster warriors is generally like Fergus's.

Living in a gathering place for warriors like the capital city of Iwan, Dectiel has long been accustomed to these "appreciative" glances.

After spending some time with his mother, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, Cúchulainn was dragged to the martial arts arena again by Fergus under the reluctant gaze of Dectiel.

The capital city of Yiwan was a gathering place for warriors, and with Ulster's good martial arts, the martial arts arena was built extraordinarily large, and it was not even a problem for tens of thousands of troops to train here.

It is said that this is true, but Cú Chulainn knows best about the urine nature of the martial arts arena, and the so-called army that can accommodate tens of thousands of people is nothing more than a fence and some equipment on a plain outside the city.

What the? You ask why Cú Chulainn, who has not been back to the capital city of Iwan for nine years, is so clear about this?

Because the equipment required for this martial arts arena was built by Qi Wuce's strength and transported to Yiwan, that is to say, the martial arts arena in Yiwan was actually built by Qi Wuce.

It was because of this incident that King Concierber was happy, and the scope of Qi Wuce's territory was expanded several times.

There may be concerns about Qi Wuxue's blatant expansion, but these people are only a tiny minority in the entire Ulster.

After all, the composition of Ulster is like this, first of all, the king, the royal family, the nobles and other high-class people.

This kind of upper-class people don't have to worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation, so they only fight for the word glory, and where does the glory come from?

The answer is: "Fight." ”

As a result, the nobility and the royal family were almost always composed of powerful warriors.

This group of people is focused on battle and glory, and naturally no one will care about the internal affairs of Rauschzi.

Then there is the lower class, these people are composed of businessmen and peasants, this is a group of people who struggle for money, food and clothing, and the problem of making money and food and clothing alone is enough for them to have a headache, these people naturally do not care about internal affairs, and their status does not support them to interfere in internal affairs.

In the end, the only ones who were left with a little bit of brains that were not bothered by glory and fame were storytellers, bards, magicians, and druids.

Druids are concerned with nature and familiarity with dogmas all day long, even if they have brains, they don't care about countries, magicians study their magic all day long and look forward to going further, they are the same kind of people as druids.

And the bards, a group similar to the Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai, wandered around Ireland, telling those unknown anecdotes, they sowed the glory of warriors on the land of Ireland, they would be moved by profits, their nature was not far from those of the unscrupulous media, and this group of people did not bother with national affairs.

Finally, there are the storytellers, who tell stories to kings, officials (those warriors who have made a name for themselves in the Ulster), and nobles, who are rigid and inflexible, and although they have brains, there are not so many people who hold the position of storyteller, because everyone wants to be a warrior who wants to get ahead.

In fact, the only person in Ulster who was worried about Qi Wuce now was the prophet Caswald, but because of the agreement he had reached with Qi Wuce, he was destined not to tell the king and Ulster's officials about it, even if he saw Qi Wuce's intentions.

In addition, Qi Wuce's territory was in the northernmost coastal region of Ireland, and no one in such a bitter cold region would have the power to overthrow Ulster except for the prophet Caswad.

In such a situation, Qi Wuce was only silently accumulating strength in the north, he was just waiting for an opportunity that would allow him to easily seize the throne without waging war against Ulster.

Now that Cú Chulainn has returned to Iwan, this opportunity is not far away.