"For I have always had a voice in my heart telling me that if I lead my army to fight at the front, I am afraid that the ultimate fate that awaits me and my army will be destruction, my father and my brothers will be destroyed, my army will be destroyed, my kingdom and myself will be destroyed."

Liam said calmly, with a hint of frustration in his tone, "Actually, I already knew that this is the will of the goddess Eliu, and even the will of the entire Celtic gods. ”

"Dilmud did not choose Princess Grannie and became independent, he had already decided the fate of the tragedy, not only his own, Finn's, but even the fate of Ireland as a whole, the gods of Kekelt knew the fate of the future, but if the efforts made were not successful, then they would not hesitate to abandon their original people and choose to side with the victors. The Three Goddesses of Irish Monarchy abandoned us and chose the Gaelics, and my father already knew about it, but ......."

Liam's smile was bitter and powerless against fate, and his blood flowed in his veins, the Lord of the Irish Gods, Dagda, the Ancestral Goddess, and Oungus, the goddess of love, the three sacred family of three gods, who were used as the spare tire of his brothers as the youngest son, so he escaped from the front line of the battlefield, but also made the three gods want to save the only bloodline through him.

If it was before the outbreak of the Gaelic invasion, Liam may not have seen the trajectory of fate clearly, just like his father, who believed that as long as the great ancestor goddess Danu blessed him, he would be able to win.

Dagda is the lord of the gods, and his status is similar to Zeus in Greek mythology, of course, he is not as authoritative as Zeus is absolute, Danu is the source of the Danan god clan and is the ancestral goddess, and the god of love Oengus is the child of the two, and the three gods of the sacred family of three all support their descendants, and there is no reason for their side to lose.

However, as soon as the Gaelic invaded, the three goddesses of the Irish kingship allied themselves with the Gaelic and asked them to command the land of Ireland in their own names, in return for which the goddess promised the Gaelic to rule Ireland forever.

The descendants of the goddess Danu were defeated by the Gaelites and lost to the descendants of Zeus.

No matter how the Danan Protoss and the Gaels fought, the outcome was actually doomed.

"Celtic gods!" Liam chuckled, not knowing what the smile of the term meant.

William was able to understand that the Celtic gods were actually the Danan gods, and according to the source of mythology, Greece and Rome were one family, the Romans were established by the descendants of the royal family in exile on the Trojan side, and the ancestor of the Romans was the son-in-law of the Trojan king.

The Romans, who had a high degree of civilization, called the Germanic, Celtic, and Slavic three barbarian tribes, corresponding to Norse mythology, Celtic mythology, and Slavic mythology, and the Celts belonged to the descendants of Hercules and the descendants of Zeus in the source of mythology.

The Celtic gods accepted the Celts, which meant that they essentially betrayed their descendants.

But can you blame the Celtic gods for this?

Fate seems to be so, and the gods are powerless to resist.

"I don't blame the Celtic gods, I remember a female druid priest who prayed for my expedition under the golden oak tree, and gave me a blessed forbidden, that is, as long as I am brave and fearless, I will be able to obtain supreme glory on the battlefield, and every warrior is worthy of the name of a hero."

Liam recounted his past, remembering that he had led his warriors to bury the kingdom's treasures and then ready to strike, when a female druid priest blessed him at dusk.

As the sun sets, the charming dusk falls, the warriors in armor and weapons in hand, and the army of three thousand is ready to set out, and the river begins to rise and wash the River Reis, and in front of you is Dublin, the site of the decisive battle between the Gaelic and the army of the Kingdom of Eileen.

The thick clouds, the yellow and clear patch, looking at him brings warmth, like a slight tincture led by drinking, the sky and sea of the Lifei River and the sky reflect each other, blending together, shining, Prince Liam riding on a white horse, full of confidence, this battle will decide his fate with Ireland.

As he was leaving, a gray-haired female druid approached him and offered him her blessing for the battle, and the oak trees glowed golden in the light of the setting sun, and the warriors were amazed and said that it was a miracle.

"As long as you are brave and fearless, you will definitely be able to get supreme glory on the battlefield, and every warrior is worthy of the name of a hero." The old druid departed after saying this blessing, and the warriors were excited, except for Liam, who suddenly woke up.

The prohibition in Celtic mythology is both a blessing and a curse.

The old druids never rained and blessed them with victory, but only the supreme glory of the battlefield, and this required bravery, never flinching, and every warrior worthy of the name of a hero.

Civilian warriors are generally hardly considered heroes, either being included in the heroes or dying in battle.

If you are brave and fearless, and you will never back down to achieve the highest glory, then escaping from the battle will also mean losing the glory, and everyone will lose their lives for the former, while everyone will survive for the latter.

Liam flinched, and if their last army was destroyed, the Danan Protoss would disappear into history, so he commanded the army to stay where it was, witnessing the destruction of his own army, and fleeing.

The prince of the kingdom of Irene, and the last king, lost all his glory, was scolded by his clansmen, became a vagabond and wandered around after becoming a dwarf, and the legend that the dwarf elves possessed treasures was widely spread among the people.

"If I were you, I would probably make the same decision." William comforts Liam that death is not terrible, but how to survive, suffer from the misunderstanding of his people and bear the pain he carries.

"I have a premonition of the future, the blood from me is warning me, but at this time I have no choice, William this time, I can't escape, I have to meet my fate head-on, my fate of destruction."

"Why? It's just a martial arts competition, don't be so exaggerated, you can surrender, once you choose to surrender, the other party can't attack you. ”

William didn't understand what was wrong with Liam, the rules of the jousting conference were knights' wars, knights would not be better than old people, children, women and children, unless the other party fought with weapons, if the nobles and knights on the opposite side were captured and surrendered, the knights could not harm the enemy, this is the rule of the whole world.

"William, the object of my battle is not my opponent, nor Francis, but my fate, which has never accepted the surrender of the world."

Liam said in a rather heavy tone.