The night was solemn, and Dawn sat at the top of the central temple, looking up at the high canopy of the World Tree. Occasionally, through the gap, you can see the picture of the birth and death of the void. It incorporates the creation movement after the Danu harp, and the rhythm is more gentle and invisible. The so-called elephant is invisible, and the sound of the big voice may be the manifestation of the sound of the avenue.

"Xiaoyou, what are you thinking?" Xiang Xiang sat cross-legged beside Chenxi, his expression was quite a bit of a gesture of wanting to speak and stopping.

The Moitura's place in Celtic history is so special that most of the legends about it are preserved in the minstrels' songs, and the Huxiang can be regarded as a Tarzan-like figure among the bards. With the participation of the Xiangxiang, it may add some winning weight.

"Ever since I came to the British Isles, I haven't had a moment of rest. Constantly travel from one secret realm to another, encounter all kinds of legendary people and things, and face all kinds of enemies...... This kind of life, there is occasionally a feeling of boredom!" Chenxi squinted her eyes and enjoyed this moment of leisure, "Senior, look at your preoccupied appearance, have you encountered any problems?"

"This ......" Xiang Xiang hesitated for a moment and then opened his mouth to ask, "Do you remember the necromancer who appeared before?"

"Of course!" Dawn turned her head to look at the other party, not understanding why the other party asked. In his opinion, there should be no intersection between the necromancer and the minister. When the Prime Minister was confined in the Isle of Man, neither of the two factions of the Celtic necromancers had risen.

"One of them fell to us necromancers......"

"His name is Grogan and he is from France and belongs to a school of necromancers. Dawn nodded.

"I felt a hint of familiarity in him...... To be exact, it's the breath from the Wind Horn Island!" said Xiang continued tentatively.

"The breath of the island of the wind...... Oh, it didn't come from him, it was from the necromancer community he lived in. That group worships the Grim Reaper, and the Grim Reaper is based on Dan from the Windhorn Island!"

"Do you know the three Death God Dan brothers?" asked Gu Xiang in surprise.

"It's no longer three brothers, they're just three people who split up because of an accident. Now, with the death of the other two individuals, their origins have been reunited. Chenxi said softly: "What, senior, do you have any holiday with the Death God Pill?"

"This is no longer the extent of the festival...... "I have the most important ......thing to do It's all under Dan's control!"

"What do you mean...... Fiona Warrior Order?" Chenxi lowered his head and thought for a while before he reacted, this person has been recorded a lot in history. In addition to the aging curse he carried, he is best known for his adventures in his youth. His real name is Osien, the eldest son of the legendary leader of the Fiona Warrior Order, Finn McCool, and the father of Oscar, the "Meat Grinder of the Battlefield". He missed his family and comrades-in-arms and did not hesitate to give up the opportunity to live forever, so the most valuable wealth in his heart must be his family and friends.

"That's right, they all fell into the hands of the Death Pill!" said Xiang bitterly.

"I heard that your father, Finn, angered the gods of Danu because of his conflict with Angus's son, Dilumudo. The Fiona Order has also fallen apart because of its injustice, is there something hidden in it?"

"Although there are hidden secrets, the main problem is my father. Xiang shook his head, "This past story has to start with the rise of the samurai order......

"In the early days, the Fiona Warriors were a group of bandits who roamed the jungle and survived by plundering. My grandfather, Kumail, was the head of the warrior regiment of the human kingdom, but when the dynasty changed, the ancient kingdom was destroyed, my grandfather was killed, and my father, Finn, was exiled into the jungle and became a bandit. His father possessed great political wisdom, and he distributed the plundered gold and silver money to the poor around him like the leaves of an autumn tree, and soon gathered a huge power!" The minister whispered the story of his ancestors, "When the throne changed in the New Kingdom, Prince Conmack went into the jungle to find his father, hoping to use the power of the Fiona bandits to help him seize the throne. ”

Dawn listened quietly to the stories of these ancient human kingdoms, and felt that the various plot developments during them were no different from the regime changes in later generations.

After much consideration, my father decided to support Conmack's ascension to the throne and re-establish the glory of the Baggins clan. After the victory of the war, the Fiona bandits under his father's command were made a samurai regiment by King Conmack, and became the most powerful military force in the country. This force was completely under my father's control, and could even ignore the king's orders. He continued, "The samurai regiment adopts the strictest screening system, and the best warriors in the country are proud to enter the samurai regiment!"

"The Way to Die...... But there's no way back!" Dawn sighed, a king who can't control military power is not a real king. So the conflict between Finn and Commack will only intensify, and the point is that even if the two are aware of the problem between them, they can't recover from each other. If Dawn were in Finn's position, she would only follow the same path - find a way to strengthen the samurai order. Although, the stronger the samurai, the more the king wanted to kill himself. But once you unload your armor and return to the field, you will directly face death, or even the consequences of clan annihilation.

"Commack is a good king, he knows how to be patient and he knows how to seize the moment. As a result of his efforts, his father's prestige grew, his mentality became more and more arrogant, and the distance between him and the samurai became more and more distant. The king, waiting to create an opportunity for a father to make a mistake. Finn nodded in agreement with Dawn's opinion, "At this time, the Protoss also noticed the rise of the Terrans and began to maintain relations with the human kingdom, and my father and Commark became the guests of the gods at the same time. ”

"Angus, the god of youth, as an envoy to Middil, the god of chaos, frequented the court. In order to deepen his relationship with humans, he adopted Dilumudo, a noble family, as a adopted son and raised him. It was at this time that Dilumudo's mother, the Temple of Youth Druijroke**, also gave birth to a child, and at the same time was taken in by Angus. What's next...... I think you already know!" said Xiang leisurely.

"I know that Finn was calculated by the king's men to stay overnight at the temple of Angus, and as a result, his own men killed Locke's son, which caused Angus to be dissatisfied with Finn!"