Chaos God

When Alan opened her eyes again, she was in a certain tent. She got up and looked at her body first. It was fine and her clothes were fine. She reached out her hand to explore her ribs and was surprised to find that she looked like a normal person. Same, strange... She got up from the bed made of rushes full of doubts, but when she walked out of the tent, she saw a group of people.

Of course, the first thing she saw was the elder sitting in the middle. His golden beard was mixed with a little gray and white, making him look more mature and stable than the others. The elder's eyes were kind , with a generous smile, Alan knew at a glance that it was Fiona's master, "It's a great honor to see your honor." She performed a knight's ceremony, Finn smiled and motioned for her to sit down, Alan Seeing Oscar sitting not far away to raise a glass to her, Alan felt very strange that his knee seemed to be completely fine. Even if her knee was not broken, at least her bone was broken when she kicked down, and her ribs should be broken. of.

Finn seemed to understand what she was thinking, and said with a gentle smile: "The water in my hand can heal all diseases in this world, young man, don't be surprised by this." He gestured for Alan to sit down beside him, And with his saber he cut a loin of lamb from the roasting goat and gave it to Alan.

Alan took it respectfully. Thinking of Finn's words, she couldn't help thinking of a sentence: "The hand of the king is the hand of the healer, and people can distinguish the real king by this." From the movie, in fact, when she came to this world, she once heard similar words from her druid godmother.

The king is the healer, and what he heals is the hearts of all peoples. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look at Finn more, he was indeed a man with the air of a king, but in this way, Ailan felt even more ominous—— The current supreme king is King Kormac, and the Knights of Finn and Fiona are guarding the existence of the Lord of Ten Thousand Vehicles. What will happen?she does not know.

"I heard from Oisin that you are the adopted son of Queen Eve?" Finn took a sip of his wine, looked at Alan kindly with the eyes of an elder looking at a junior, and Alan nodded.

"I see." He nodded knowingly, without saying anything, and suddenly said as if remembering something: "How can the children raised by Eve not be able to write twelve lines?"

"Pfft!" He definitely said this sentence at the moment when he was drinking!Absolutely!After spraying the wine all over herself, Alan covered her mouth and coughed violently, "I'm really ashamed, I really don't have any experience with twelve lines."

Godmother Druid, I was wrong, I was really wrong!I shouldn't have sneaked away and made small moves while you were lecturing!Seeing Alan's embarrassment, many gentlemen of the Fiona Knights let out good-natured laughter.

"Having said that," Finn didn't mean to make fun of Alan, "but you should know at least a little about rhythm. This is a skill that can make people temperamental and educated."

Ailan took a sip of water to suppress the desire to cough. She does know a little about rhythm, but she feels that she should not come out to make a fool of herself when composing poems. After all, the things she made were ridiculed by the girls who studied together as "vulgar" since she was a child. "There is no elegance of poetry at all", "country boy's doggerel" and the like...it is completely unreliable, "You are right, but... I really don't have any talent for poetry."

"Really? It's really a pity." Finn shook his head but did not propose the idea of ​​letting Alan join the Fiona Knights. In his opinion, although this young man has great potential, he is not unique. It is not rare for him to refuse to join.

Finn is really easy to talk to, Alan thinks this way, maybe people don't care about him at all, after all, he has all kinds of warriors under his command, and all of them are outstanding. Once lost, it immediately seemed like water drops had entered the sea, and no ripples could be seen.

Her eyes swept over one by one. The people in front of her were drinking and eating meat, or listening to Carter singing poetry with a beautiful voice that seemed to make roses bloom in winter, enjoying the feast happily— —Finn happened to be hunting red deer and wild goats near here, and the harvest was very good. Elan pondered for a while: "Great Lord Fiona, please forgive me, may I ask you a question?" Her words The words are very humble, which makes Finn feel satisfied—respectful behavior, humble attitude, and bravery in battle, these are indeed the qualities that an excellent knight should possess—Eve still taught a qualified knight, although this child Can't do sonnets, but that doesn't matter.

"Ask, I will tell you everything." The noble and glorious Lord Fiona replied.

"Excuse me... who was the person who picked me up when I passed out?" The answer she hoped to get was Oisin or Karter, or Conan, but she remembered that she had seen the person before she completely lost consciousness. The pair of golden-brown eyes he saw couldn't help frowning.

"He is my best friend, Diarmuid, the grandson of Fiona's chief knight Odina." Finn drank the wine in his cup and replied calmly, Alan could only smile wryly, "Your injury cannot ride On the horse, he carried you all the way to seek medical treatment from me." Alan raised his head and his eyes happened to meet Diarmuid's looking this way, the latter smiled out of politeness, and Alan's heart beat violently Speeding up, I only felt that my face was hot, and a sense of shame welled up, and I hurriedly turned my face away to stop looking at him.

Alan, calm down, it's just the charm of his love mole, you don't have any extra feelings for him, she told herself, out of knight etiquette, she needs to thank Diarmuid, before that, She bid farewell to Finn first: "Great Lord Fiona, please allow me to withdraw from your feast. I still have a lot of heavy work to do."

Finn didn't care, nodded and went drinking with Goyle. Alan stood up and walked in front of Diarmuid. She took a deep breath, "Thank you for your help, I am very grateful." Thank you when you are sincere Not flattering, humble but not humble, this is what Queen Eve taught Alan.

"No thanks, it's my honor to help those in need." Diarmuid smiled. He has always been a very gentlemanly and polite young man. Although he is not much older than Alan and Oscar, he is no longer the same. The two teenagers in front were just as childish and immature.

Seeing his smile, Alan couldn't help but blush again. She saluted in a panic, turned around and almost ran away with her hands and feet. Oscar came to Diarmuid's side, scratched his face and said: " Why is this guy squirming like a big girl—girls are not as awkward as him!"

"Oscar, don't talk about right and wrong behind others." Diarmuid softly stopped Oscar's criticism of Alan. The latter stuck out his tongue. Diarmuid obeyed his words and regarded his words as treasures. When he joined Fiona, everyone else had grown up. Only Diarmuid was the youngest, not far from his age. His chess and martial arts were both Taught by Diarmuid, Diarmuid's natural special worship.

Alan squatted by the stream and splashed a handful of water on her face. She looked at her reflection in the clear water and sighed, "Ailan, don't be stupid, you don't have any extra thoughts about that person. It's just that you are attracted by the love mole, since you won't join Fiona, then don't have any interaction with them." She rubbed her face and patted it twice.

But in the month of reeds this year, something happened—the world was not peaceful, not to mention that the tribes would rob other villages when they had insufficient stock for the winter.

The fire was spreading in the small village, accompanied by the sound of clucking and neighing horseshoes, as well as screams of women and roars of men, Smith waved his big hammer to knock away the robber who was trying to get close to him However, he was tall and burly, and naturally he quickly became the target of public criticism.

"Smith! Hurry up and take the women and children to run first!" Alan drew her bow and set her arrows. A bow like a full moon was filled with nearly ten feathered arrows. She had already put on light leather armor. Armor, "嗖嗖" "嗖嗖" every arrow will not fail, accompanied by the enemy's screams pierced through the eyes or through the throat by the arrow clusters.

Alan's swordsmanship is good, but what she is proud of is her never-ending archery skills.

As long as she has a bow and arrow in her hand, even thousands of horses and horses will block it for you - she has always thought so, and she has indeed done so.

There were many corpses crawling under her feet.

"Alan!" There came a cry mixed with fear but full of hope. She turned around and saw an enemy soldier with a sword on Grace's slender neck. The girl's face was blue, which made her look like a A canary about to be strangled.

"Put down your weapon!" the man shouted, the sword in his hand cut the skin on Grace's neck when he got excited, blood flowed down the sword, and Grace's face turned even paler.

Alan was stunned for a moment, and silently squeezed the bow in his hand. An enemy soldier looked at her and thought she didn't dare to move, so he pretended to be brave enough to chop her with a sword. Pulling out the sword at her waist, she wiped his neck, and immediately the head rolled to the ground, she raised her eyes and stared coldly at the group of guys who were staring at him, and then her eyes fell on Grace, "Don't make me angry. "

"Believe it or not, I killed her! Get out of the way!" the man yelled, and the rest of the people yelled to kill the short boy in front of them. Ailan raised her eyebrows slightly, and Grace was too scared to cry. up.

She is just an ordinary peasant girl, and she cannot be expected to be like those female warriors. Alan pursed her lips and threw the sword and bow in her hand on the ground. The quiver seemed to be empty, but her expression remained calm. She raised her head Showing a smile, she said with her lips, "You are finished." She had no intention of being a hero who is a man who is a man and a man who can't be opened, so she asked Smith to report to the place where the Fiona Knights were stationed. Now they coming.

The enemy soldier who was holding Grace was stunned. Alan held a small arrow cluster between her fingers. She threw it like a dart and hit the man's left eye directly. Grace slammed it hard. Giving the guy's lower body, he curled up on the ground, and at that moment, Fiona's warriors rushed down, followed by a one-sided massacre, in which Diarmuid, Oscar and Karl Te is the most heroic.

After the battle, they tried to put out the fire in the village. After Alan settled some old and weak women and children, he went to thank them for their support.

"This is what we should do." Carter smiled.

Alan smiled, feeling a little respect and affection for them in his heart, "I think I've changed my mind."

"What?" Oscar hugged his chest.

"I kind of want to join you." He came to support without hesitation because of a small request, even if there was a rift before, he didn't care. This is Gao Jie of the knight. nice thing.

"Then you have to learn to write twelve lines first!" Oscar teased.

Alan blushed, "I, I am, I know!" Really!I can't stop mentioning this!

"Haha!" The men let out a burst of good-natured laughter.

Diarmuid didn't smile. He stepped forward and said softly and kindly, "Although I'm not good at this, if you want to learn, I will teach you everything."

Alan's face was completely red now.

The author has something to say: Di Niang's good-natured personality has flared up again -- the double update is over, don't forget your words, Mr. Fox~