Cú Chulainn followed Edward all the way north to the western part of the Ulster, the central region bordering Connaught.

Crossing a mountain range, Cú Chulainn saw a Connaught army of about three thousand men waiting for the border.

"That's a lot." Cú Chulainn's expression became a little solemn.

With such a large number, even Cú Chulainn had to be serious, because even if he could kill the enemy in front of him in a very short time, the enemy would continue to pour in from all directions.

Instead of being a wooden stake and repeating 1v1 with Cúchulainn, they will take every opportunity to find his flaws and inflict them on him.

As long as there is any negligence, there will be a wound on the body, and once the first wound appears, then the number of wounds will spread like a virus, like a snowball, one wound after another, and eventually it will eventually evolve into a decline.

"Are you scared?" Even though Edward's life was in Cúchulainn's hands, he still mocked unscrupulously.

"No" Cu Chulainn shook his head: "I'm just wondering, the border between our two countries is full of mountains and forests, the terrain is complicated, and it is not suitable for large-scale operations, Maeve has never gathered such a number of troops, why this time."

"Haha, I can't tell you that, maybe Master Fergus will be merciful to tell you, but I won't say anything."

It is unknown if Edward was bluffing or if he really knew something but was reluctant to reveal it, but Cú Chulainn seemed unimpressed.

In his opinion, perhaps this army is not for Ulster, but for itself.

However, Cú Chulainn will not let go of the pride in his heart and retreat because of such a threat, even if it is a trap, he will break through.

He didn't ask anything more, but chose to ask Fergus directly.

It's just that he still has the vigilance he should have, so while approaching this army of 3,000 people, he is still looking for a terrain that can avoid being attacked on his belly and back, in case he will lose his advantage in a short fight.

Soon, he stood in front of the army.

And these Connaught warriors seemed to have been prepared for his appearance for a long time, and did not shout "Cú Chulainn is here!" as soon as he saw him, as soon as he had encountered the Connaught army before! ", appears flustered and out of order.

"Are they all elite," Cú Chulainn said to himself.

Before he could call for battle, Edward said to a soldier in front of him who was raising a flag, "Please come here, Master Fergus, I have brought Cú Chulainn back." ”

The soldier nodded expressionlessly, and then called for the Chinese army.

After a while, the Connaught warriors in front of him scattered to the sides, and a middle-aged man on horseback and dressed in aristocratic armor slowly approached surrounded by spear-wielding warriors.

"Fergus," Cú Chulainn called softly.

"Do you call me by my name? It's as rude as ever. ”

Fergus stopped the war horse with a smile on his face:

"Long time no see, Setant, oh no, Cúchulainn."

Cú Chulainn's expression became a little complicated as he looked at the former king of Ulster, who was now wearing armor with the banner of Connaught tattooed with it.

"Do you have anything to do with me?" He asked.

Before meeting Fergus, he had a lot of questions to ask and a lot to explain.

But when he really saw this long-lost old man, he didn't want to say anything.

No matter what they say, it's just too cruel for both of them.

"Can't I see you if there's nothing to do?" Fergus said with some regret: "You are not as interesting as when you sat on my lap and let me show you swordsmanship." ”

The familiar style of speaking made Cú Chulainn feel a little emotional for a while: "To be honest, it's not a good time to mention this, but I'm glad to see you joking as much as before, I thought."

He wanted to speak, but he stopped.

"Did you think I'd end up depressed? I'm guessing you'd say that, but it's a shame."

Fergus shook his head:

"Until I send Concierge to another world and see the fall of Ulster, I will probably remain so optimistic, because if I am lost in hatred, who will be able to give him the sanction he deserves?"

Cú Chulainn frowned: "So that's what you're looking for seeing me?" To speak harshly to me? It's not like you. ”

"Oops, oops." Fergus made a very exaggerated expression, as if he had been greatly wronged: "Someone clearly said that when he grew up, he would pick up a long sword to protect important people instead of me, but when he grew up, he learned to sarcastically mock me first?" It's sad. ”

"Me"

Cú Chulainn was speechless for a while, and held back for a long time before he replied with a bitter face:

"I think you're sarcastic, aren't you? Seriously, though, I never thought that one day we would meet again in this way, and I really wouldn't want to be face to face with you like this if I could.

Fergus, believe it or not, I've always wanted you to come back, and I've always felt sorry and remorse for it, and I've often wondered if I could have stopped it if I had been there. ”

"It's a pity, but there's really no going back."

Fergus sighed, then changed the conversation and asked:

"But from your words, I can probably understand your feelings, do you also think that what Concierber did was wrong? So why are you fighting for him? ”

"Because he's a king after all." Without thinking, Cúchulainn said: "And I didn't fight for him either, I fought for Ulster." ”

"Huh." Fergus laughed but didn't say anything.

Cú Chulainn frowned at his contempt: "I think you should know that if I don't come forward, then there will be no one to stop Connaught, and many people will die in Ulster because of it." ”

"Of course I know that, and I'm not laughing because of that."

Fergus seems to mean something:

"I just think that you have changed in many places over the years, but in some aspects, it seems that they have not changed, and there are even many ideas that coincide with me, which is worthy of the child I brought up."

Perhaps seeing that Cúchulainn's expression was a little strange, Fergus explained: "This time I am not sarcastic, I really think so." ”

"Whatever." Cú Chulainn didn't care: "I think it's almost time to talk about the past, Edward told me, you saw me to end this war, I think it's time to get down to business, right?" ”

"Since you've said so."

Fergus shrugged:

"As you can see, Maeve gave me this army to destroy it completely by me, the man who knows Ulster best.

I think if you pay a little attention, you can find many familiar faces among them.

I say this to tell you that, unlike the other armies you meet, we all have a blood vendetta that we have to ask for from Concierber, and we know everything about Ulster.

So we definitely can't be easily solved, and I hope you dispel this idea as soon as possible.

I know that the reason you've been able to cause so much trouble for the Connaught army is because you're good at using the terrain.

There are so many places you can hide in the forest, and I really can't help you.

But just burn these tall trees, and on the plains, you'll face a charge of thousands of men like this, and then your advantage will shrink infinitely.

It may still be a bit of a hassle, but you're not invincible. ”

Hearing this, Cú Chulainn was shocked: "You are crazy! In this way, the whole Ulster will lose its natural barriers, and countless people will be displaced, and you really want to drag so many innocent people into the water for the sake of your hatred? ”

"I know, of course I do, Cú Chulainn."

Fergus nodded, then asked rhetorically with a smile on his face:

"It's cruel, but it's all a disaster brought about by Concierber, and if you want to hate them, you should hate your own king, how can you blame me?"

Then, without waiting to say anything to Cúchulainn, who looked at him like a madman, Fergus continued:

"But I'm not a cruel person like Concierber, and I wouldn't do such a thing unless I had to.

I would say that the decision is yours, Cúchulainn. ”

"What do you mean?"

"Two choices, either I burn this forest that has guarded Ulster for thousands of years, and many people will be uprooted or even die, or"

Fergus rubbed the sword in his hand:

"Don't stand in my way, declare that you've been defeated at my hands, and let me kill Concierber with my own hands.

After all of this, I'll leave and find a way to get Maeve to withdraw. ”

Cú Chulainn was silent.

He didn't accept either choice, but he also knew that the initiative was not in his hands.

He stared at Fergus intently.

Seeing that Cúchulainn didn't reply for a long time, Fergus still asked patiently: "In other words, do you choose Concierber or Ulster?" ”

"This"

"So, what you just said isn't going to be pretty, is it?"

Fergus blinked:

"Or maybe I'm old and my ears are bad, and I just seem to have heard someone say that he was fighting not for Concierber, but for Ulster.

If so, shouldn't the people be prioritized? As for who the king is, it shouldn't matter, right? ”

"But." Cú Chulainn finally couldn't help but sigh and said, "What you have to do is to put Ulster's dignity on the ground and step on it."

"You're wrong." Fergus shook his head: "Everyone can do it, but only I can do it, because only if I come forward, I will not lose Ulster's dignity, because this is just a grudge between me and Concierbert." ”

Cú Chulainn was silent.

"Think about it."

Fergus is no longer as cynical as he was just now, and his face is full of seriousness at this point:

"I'll wait here for your reply, the time is three days, and when the time comes, if you regret it again, there will be no chance, this fire will burn half of Ireland, even you can't stop it, right?"

Cu Chulainn pondered, took the cursed spear behind him, and said calmly, "But I can stop you before then. ”

But he clearly underestimated Fergus's determination.

"Ah, even if I die, I can't change the ending."

Fergus understated:

"I was going to use my death to apologize to those innocent people, and even if you didn't do it, I would have punished myself afterwards.

I know you have what it takes to kill me now, but it doesn't threaten me, and the plan will go on anyway.

And even if you are able to slaughter all the three thousand people present, it will not hurt, because the number of people waiting for me to give the order to stop the plan is ten, twenty, or even thirty times that number.

You know, the number of the Three Kingdoms Alliance will naturally not be small, and to be honest, I don't know how many people there are on the border now. ”

Cú Chulainn was stunned for a while, opened his mouth, and failed to utter a word for a long time.

You haven't changed at all.

The world thinks that you are just a person who is greedy for pleasure, but they don't know how amazing your true abilities are, and once you decide to make a move, your opponent will always have no room to fight back.

If it weren't for the importance of Concierge and the outperformance of your own son, the absolute trust in him, and even pretending to be mediocre to pave the way for him, I don't think he would have been able to push you to this point so easily, right?

Cú Chulainn couldn't help but think so.

Fergus didn't know what he was thinking, but he didn't care.

He wrote his death into the end, and at this point, he didn't care about anything, and there was nothing left to blackmail him.

The strategist entered the game with his body, and he won the game with chess.

Unless Cú Chulainn really has the power to destroy the country, he will already be disqualified from the game.

But in other words, if he really had the power to destroy the country, then he would have counterattacked the royal capital of Connaught alone, so what would he be like now?

"Think about it." Fergus tapped his head with his finger: "At least I can't think of any possibility for you to break the game, if you can come up with it, then it proves that you have surpassed me, and I will be grateful." ”

After that, he waved his hand at Cúchulainn: "Go back, come back to me after thinking about it, don't make a decision now." ”

Cu Chulainn gave him a deep look, then pushed his captive Edward towards Fergus, then turned and left.

At that moment, Fergus suddenly stopped Cúchulainn again.

"What else?" Cú Chulainn turned back.

"Well, I just suddenly remembered something and wanted to explain it to you."

"What?"

"It's none of your business with me and Concierger, I mean, I've never been angry with you, and I hope you don't have any burden."

Fergus pretended to be calm, but his fingers subconsciously picked up the scabbard.

"Ah," said Cú Chulainn, a little bewildered by the sudden relief.

Seeing him like this, Ferguston felt very embarrassed, and waved his hand anxiously: "That's it, you can go quickly." ”

"Ahh Cúchulainn reflexively fled, as he used to do when he was kicked out after a good event that had broken Fergus and the princesses out of recklessness.

When Cú Chulainn's figure disappeared, Fergus lowered his head a little lonely, mechanically stroked the mane of the war horse under him, and muttered:

"This kid really wanted to kill me."

An hour later.

"So if you don't agree, countless innocent people will die," the drunken ghost-faced fox listened to Cú Chulainn's relays with a heavy face.

Heavy Artillery felt a little headache: "What can I do about this?" ”

"yes. What can I do?" said Cú Chulainn, lying on the grass, his eyes hollow.

At this time, Jiang Lu, who had never spoken up, suddenly said:

"What's there to hesitate about, don't you understand which is more important than the lives of tens of thousands of people?"

"But." Cú Chulainn's heart struggled: "After all, he is the king, and he is also my own uncle. ”

"It's useless if it's your own father."

Jiang Lu thought very clearly:

"This is the logic of this world, since he can force people to such a point when he is in power, then he is treated in the same way, there is nothing to complain about, right? In the final analysis, it is the way of heaven and good reincarnation, who does the sky forgive? ”

"It's not rough." Heavy Artillery nodded.

"But."

"Or maybe I have the best of both worlds." Jiang Lu smiled meaningfully.

"What's the best of both worlds?" Cú Chulainn suddenly bounced up from the ground and looked at Jiang Lu expectantly.

Jiang Lu raised a finger meaninglessly and said with a smile: "It's that Uncle Concierge and the people died together." ”

The three of them were stunned for a long time, looking at each other, all suspecting that they had misheard.

"You call this the best of both worlds?!"

(End of chapter)