Chaos God

It was night, Ailan was lying on the small bed in her own wooden house, resting her head on her head, thinking about what happened during the day, Oisin sent her an invitation, hoping that she could join the Knights of Fiona—this means fighting, capturing and returning. There is... the supreme honor of being a knight.She doesn't remember most of the things in her previous life. In fact, she doesn't even remember who she is.

All her life, she was brought up and trained by warriors and knights. Logically speaking, joining the guard group of the Lord of Ten Thousand Vehicles and winning the supreme glory should be what she yearns for and what she should pursue—— But why did she feel repelled?Why don't you want to join the Knights of Fiona?

Is the relationship between Finn and King Kormac really as harmonious as the poets sang?Ailan didn't know that she was against joining the Fiona Knights in her heart, and she vaguely felt that it might get her into a lot of trouble, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! On the bed, he grabbed his hair and rolled over, and then covered a head of hair that looked like a messy bird's nest on a branch that had lost all leaves in winter, and the whole person spread it generously on the bed.

The next day she still went to see Oisin as promised. This time, Diarmuid was gone, and Oisin was accompanied by another knight whom she had never seen before. Elan didn’t know him. She was upright and small. His body and eyes flickered like a bonfire in the dark, "Master Oisin, I still refuse to join the Knights of Fiona."

Oisin couldn't help laughing. The boy in front of him was about the same age as his son Oscar, but his stature was much shorter—Queen Eve wouldn't starve the child, so... Oisin looked up and down On the outside of the boy, he remembered that he had heard rumors from traveling merchants that in the far east, there was an intelligent and wealthy nation that could weave delicate and luxurious silk and forge powerful weapons——the appearance of the boy was very similar to what they described They are petite, with black hair and black eyes, and their facial features are not as prominent as they are. Compared with ordinary Celtic teenagers, the boy's appearance is very plain.

"Even if you wound the fighters of the Fiona Knights, even if you want to be an enemy of the entire Fiona Knights?" Oisin's words already had a slightly threatening taste, he didn't really want to do anything, just I want to give this boy a try - if he changes his will because of such a threat, then this boy is not worthy of his favor.

"With all due respect, Mr. Oisin." Alan's answer did not disappoint him, "I heard that 'a real knight will not retreat because the number of enemies is dozens of times greater than his own'—if Fiona wants to fight for a To embarrass me with a trifle—sorry, I don't think either it nor its warriors deserve its reputation." She spoke with conviction, without cowardice.

The knight next to Oisin, who looked slightly older than him, couldn't help laughing, "Haha! Oisin, I understand why you are so optimistic about this kid!" He then reached out and patted Oisin Xin's shoulder turned to look at Alan with a friendly smile and said, "My name is Carter, son of Ronan." Such an exchange of names is a way of showing respect among knights.

"My name is Alan, the adopted son of Queen Eve. I'm sorry to say that I don't know who my biological father is." Alan held her head high, without showing any cowardice and inferiority in front of the two adults.

"Don't worry, Oisin didn't want to do anything just now, just to test you." Carter patted Alan's thin shoulders with little force. Alan raised his head and looked at the tall knight in front of him, like a The younger generation accepted his kindness, "I am very grateful to Mr. Oisin for his favor, but with all due respect, I really cannot join the Knights of Fiona."

"Because I can't write twelve lines?" Carter blinked his left eye and showed a playful expression. Of course, this expression was a little immodest for his age. Oisin next to him put his fist under his lips With a cough instead of laughter, Ailan suddenly felt embarrassed, his face was a little hot: "Anyway, I just don't join! No matter what the reason!" Then he blushed and stepped back a knight Li, ran away in a panic.

"Pfft haha! What a cute kid. If Finn knew this, he would think this kid is very cute!" Carter smiled and brought his horse. The fully armed horse looked quite majestic. Stirrups, leaping up, the cloak flying behind him, looking quite handsome.

"Unfortunately, he's still too immature." Oisin also got on his horse and watched Alan run away from afar, "I think maybe he will change his mind soon."

"Speaking of Queen Eve... Finn mentioned her not long ago, saying that she owed him a soldier as agreed, the old story between the two of them is really... poof." Carter blinked, showing a narrow look Oisin smiled and shook his head without commenting on it.

Alan has been in a state of absent-mindedness since she returned to the blacksmith shop. She poured the molten iron into the mold of the arrow clusters, then put them aside and ignored them, and used the tongs to grab the iron blocks from the stove. He started beating aimlessly—fortunately, Smith was out on errands, otherwise if he saw Alan tossing those iron pieces like this, he probably would have hit Alan on the head with two chestnuts.

Suddenly, Alan's ears moved slightly like a vigilant horse, and he raised the poker and flicked it back. The air around the red-hot poker showed a twisted state, and the poker was pointed in front of the nose of a boy who was about his age , just a little bit estimated to be able to meet, but the boy looked completely indifferent, "Yo! Hello! Do you remember me?!" He scratched his head carelessly, Alan frowned, I searched my memory to see if I had seen the picture of this young man, and then suddenly realized, "Ah, you are..."

"That's right! That's right! It's me!" The boy nodded excitedly, with a pair of honest and friendly eyes in his brown eyes.

"You are..." Alan put away the tongs and raised his index finger, "You are..." Oh no, who is this guy? "You are a relative of the aunt's family who doesn't know her name next door!" She said nonsense.

"..." The corner of the boy's mouth twitched, his expression highly reductive of a creature named Tuzki, "What, I don't remember who I am at all." The tone was rather disappointed.

"Uh..." Ailan felt embarrassed again. She rubbed her nose with her hands and coughed dryly: "Excuse me, do you want to customize weapons at the blacksmith shop? Or something else?"

"Ah!" The boy smiled as if he had just remembered what he was here for, "I'm here to find you!" Then he reached out and grabbed Alan's wrist, his strength was unexpectedly strong, Ailan subconsciously wanted to reach out and hit his elbow, but the boy didn't look malicious at all, so she just frowned, "What are you doing?!" Then she was struck by a huge force. She was dragged out of the blacksmith shop, "Wait! My fire hasn't gone out yet!" Alan was dragged and ran all the way, and when she ran past the tavern, she happened to see Smith talking to the carpenter.

"SMITH!!!" she yelled.

Smith looked around in surprise when he heard her voice, and Alan didn't have time to say anything more, "Go back to the blacksmith shop...the blacksmith shop...the blacksmith shop...the shop..." and left behind a series of long echoes.

She was dragged all the way into the forest by this unknown boy in front of her. When she reached a clearing, the fast-running boy finally stopped. It's like running a marathon, but his breath is not disturbed at all. This is what Ailan cares about the most. She can't help being a little out of breath, even if she can keep up with the boy's pace.

"Who are you?" Alan took a step back, narrowing his eyes and staring at the boy in front of him, but he still couldn't remember where he had seen him before. The boy smiled slightly and found out from behind a big tree. Two swords, one was thrown to Alan, and the other was used by himself. He stood up straight, holding a strong sword in his hand and handsomely pulled out a sword flower, "My name is Oscar, son of Oisin, please fight me Bar!"

"..." Ailan looked at the young man in front of him silently, "Why is he from Fiona again..." She rubbed her temples with a headache. In a life-and-death duel, why does the young man in front of him want to duel with himself?You didn't provoke him, did you? !

Oscar was still standing there, with a serious expression on his immature face like Alan's, a look that belonged to a knight, a look that belonged to a warrior, glorious and resolute, Alan sighed, raised his sword and pointed at the boy in front of him, "Mr. Tell me, can you stop here?" Her stance has been adjusted to the most suitable state for counterattack.

"What? Are you afraid of death?" Oscar and his father Oisin look similar, but their personalities are far different. In fact, Oscar's personality is more irritable, and he is more inclined to use violence directly—this is probably Because he is still just a child, he doesn't know the twists and turns of adults.

"No, I'm afraid I'll kill you by mistake." Alan pursed his lips into a confident smile, his body fell slightly, and before the words fell, the iron swords of the two collided together in the next moment. Oscar's strength was very strong. This made Alan slightly disadvantaged at the beginning. Compared with Oscar's open and close swordsmanship with the air of a king, Alan's swordsmanship seemed tricky and weird, with many strange moves.

To Oscar's surprise, this thin young man named Alan Neo was always able to deftly move aside the force he exerted on the blade. The strength on Ailan's sword was staggered by her so much that even [-]% of it was lost.

The two came and went, and in less than half a moment, more than a dozen moves were passed. Alan's face was glistening with sweat, and her bangs were stuck to her forehead. She parried Oscar's second attack and jumped back. , wiped off the sweat on his face, Oscar was also dripping with sweat, and he showed an excited smile. At that time, both he and Alan had small scars left by each other, and Oscar's clothes were even torn open : "I said, Alan, why are you protecting your clothes so much?" This is what he didn't understand. Everyone is a boy, and he doesn't mind that his clothes are damaged in the battle, but Alan did it several times. I don't want my clothes to be damaged even if I get a little injury.

Alan's face turned red, "I want you to take care of it!"

After all, Oscar was young, and he didn't think about other things. Anyway, the clothes were sticky to his body and felt uncomfortable, so he simply took them off, revealing his solid muscles, and the sweat on his skin gleamed under the reflection of the sun. .

Alan's face turned even redder. Seeing that something was wrong with her, Oscar said, "What's wrong? Why do you act like a girl? In my opinion, girls are even more generous than you!"

"I want you to take care of it!" Ailan raised his sword to meet him again.

After more than a dozen moves, Alan's strength and endurance were obviously not as good as Oscar's. The wrist where Oscar pinched just now was slightly painful. Damn it, she thought to herself, but Oscar's sword became more and more fierce, "Why? Didn't you still have a lot of momentum when you faced Conan?" Alan didn't answer, she raised her sword and slashed at Oscar with all her strength, without any reservation or defense.

"It's useless!" The little boy raised his sword to block, such a big flaw, it seems that he is not very good!The moment Oscar raised his sword to block, he clenched his left hand and punched Alan in the ribs, but he didn't see a successful smile on the boy's face.

The blades intersected, making a piercing scratching sound, Alan kicked Oscar's knee fiercely, with a crackling sound, the boy screamed in pain, and at the same time his fist landed on Alan's rib , but unexpectedly, there was a sharp pain from her fist as if it had fallen on an iron block, and Alan was also seriously injured—it seems that her ribs are probably going to be broken—the girl resisted the pain and did not let go , Jianfeng picked up, and Oscar's sword flew out. Oscar was stunned, and the tip of the sword was already pointed at his neck, "You lost." Alan panted, covering his ribs with his hands, blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth overflow.

Oscar stared at the young man in front of him in disbelief, bowed his head for a long time and said, "I lost, I'll let you handle it." At this moment, Ailan heard someone shouting something from a distance, and she just wanted to look back, but she just felt a A rush of blood surged up, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, and then his eyes went dark and he didn't know anything.

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