Kano thought that when he opened his eyes, he would return to the eve of the battle because of defeat, or that he had already left Xianqiu because of the victory in the battle.

But when he opened his eyes, he saw Liam's unshaven face.

"Did I win or lose?" Kano paused, "Is the cycle over?" ”

Liam shook his head: "You should have won, and I don't know if this cycle is over." ”

Kano stood up and found a soft bed covered with animal skins beneath him: "What do you mean?" ”

"Just now we saw you and Fergus fall at the same time, and then there was a white light. You should have won. ”

"But we're still in the illusion, and we're in Connaught's barracks." Liam replied.

Hearing this, Kano quickly got up, pushed open the door, and walked out of this luxurious room that was incompatible with the barracks.

Two young Irish knights were guarding the doorway, and when they saw Kano come out, they looked at him with adoring eyes.

"What's going on, we're Connaught's guests?" Kano looked at the two young knights and asked in confusion.

Not only the two young people around him, but even the patrolmen passing by cast reverent glances at him, which made Kano a little uncomfortable.

"Mr. Canopus, it seems that this time Fergus has spoken, saying that you are a warrior on a par with him." The young man hurriedly replied, "For your sake, all our companions are now well rested." ”

Your heart is big enough to rest.

Just standing here for a moment, I saw several Connaught soldiers who died in your attack in the last round.

Kano also knew that these Irish chivalry were too tense and really needed to rest, so he suppressed the desire to complain in his heart and didn't say anything.

"I'm going to meet Fergus." Kano greeted Liam behind him, stopped a group of guards, and led them to the central tent.

The style here is completely different from that of the Ulster barracks, and the big tent of Fergus is glittering, with bursts of aroma of wine and food, accompanied by folk vulgar tunes sung by broken gongs.

Kano lifted the curtain and was immediately stuffed by the generals on both sides with a large shot glass in his hand, which looked like it was still made of horns.

"Drink! For tomorrow's victory! ”

The tent was full of applause, and everyone was pouring wine, and a golden cloudy liquor ran down their beards.

Where did Kano drink, he was now full of doubts.

"Alright, that's all for today!" The bold man sitting on the throne waved his hand, "Tomorrow we will return from victory, and we will come here again to drink!" ”

Everyone agreed in unison, took their glasses, drank their glasses, and left, leaving Kano and Fergus in the tent.

"Come here, sit down."

Unobstructed by the black fog, Fergus was a rugged and bold man, and he tore off a hind leg from the roast pig in front of him and stuffed it into Kano's hand.

"You're definitely not a fantasy, you're Fergus himself." Kano said, looking at the fragrant pork leg roasted in his hand.

"Haha, I didn't fight you just now, but now I am." Fergus wiped his mouth, "Tomorrow is not a fight with me, your opponent is Cúchulainn." ”

"I understand your resentment, and you are eager to wash away your history of running away without a fight." Kano asked suspiciously, "So, does Cúchulainn have anything unfinished in this battle?" ”

Fergus laughed: "How simple, he also wants to have a life-and-death fight with me." ”

"We have gone against each other for various reasons, but we don't want to fight each other because of love."

"But as warriors, our hearts are burning with the desire to fight, and we want to divide the ranks! Not only us, but the warriors of Connaught and Ulster wanted to know who was stronger. ”

"So, you found a unit of measurement?" Kano pointed at himself unhappily.

"Don't think too much, it's not our Celtic style." Fergus interrupted the conversation and handed the croissant glass to Kano again.

"Eat, drink, plunder the most treasures, and pursue the most beautiful woman!"

When Cano rode the little unicorn in front of the two armies the next day, he still felt a lingering smell of roast pig lingering in his mouth.

"Suddenly I don't feel like I have the passion to fight." Kano muttered to himself.

"How so? You have the blood of a warrior in your body, and you will not flinch in the face of the strong. Fergus patted Kano, "Go, go and fight our best fighters." ”

Kano rode out, and Cúchulainn, who was wrapped in black mist, appeared directly this time, the crimson spear in his hand pointed obliquely downward, and the bright red magic power struck the ground into dust.

As soon as they met, Kano felt a heavy pressure.

Cú Chulainn's spear skills are light and agile, mainly stabbing, like a nimble viper, capable of attacking from all sorts of incredible angles.

And from time to time, a magic jet would fly out of his spear head, and the spear in his hand was like a simple laser cannon.

In addition, the Crimson Lance, which also has barbs on it, often hooks Kano's shield or oak sword, disrupting his defenses and artificially creating gaps in his attacks.

Kano tried to parry, but soon there were several more blood holes in his body, and blood flowed out of the middle and large streams.

Kano had to use his magic to heal the wound, but that only weakened the mana shield and caused more penetrations.

Can't go on like this, Kano felt a blackening in front of him, and his hands and feet were slowly losing strength.

The little unicorn leaps backwards, and Kano takes off his bow and arrows and starts shooting.

However, Cú Chulainn, like an unpredictable prophet, dodged Kano's arrows with his nimble movements, and approached him quickly.

Kano had no choice but to let the little unicorn run away, and at the same time picked up the oak sword again, condensing the magic again.

The silver brilliance was compressed on the sword layer by layer, and the mighty momentum rose layer by layer.

Seeing that he had no time to stop him, Cúchulainn jumped off his horse, sank his waist and belly, and his body was like a bow, and he carried Gayaberg behind him with his right hand.

Kano felt a vague aura lock on his heart, and he was stimulated to subconsciously throw out the magic blade in his hand.

Cú Chulainn's figure blurred, and Gayaberg flew out like a crimson meteor.

The two collided without making a sound, and the silver blade of light was pierced by a crimson meteor like a cloth, and although it caused heavy casualties to the soldiers watching the play, it itself was cut in two and swept past Cú Chulainn's side.

And the crimson meteor pierced Kano's chest, bringing him straight off the horse, half-dead in the air, bleeding from his mouth and nose.

Everything around him became blurry again, and Kano closed his eyes helplessly.