Chaos God

"I won't marry Princess Granny." Diarmuid returned to Fiona after leaving such a sentence. He had already missed it once, and he couldn't make it a second time. Contempt, he won't marry Granny, since Alan is going to marry someone else, then he simply won't marry anyone.

Granny didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Anyway, she just didn't want to marry Finn at first. Diarmuid treated her respectfully and politely all the way, and she thought this man was quite boring. "It's not as good as a drop of water splashed on me." This is what she said when she satirized Diarmuid.

The bride's wedding dress is just a piece of clothing for Alan. She broke her own restriction, and she no longer knows what fate she will face. When the team walked to the mountain, she seemed to feel that something was wrong. It was too good, relying on her extraordinary reflexes, she dodged to the side, an arrow hit her face and hit the wooden board of the carriage, the cut on her face was burning hot, she spit on her thumb, After wiping the scratched place, one after another arrows rushed into the carriage accompanied by shouts and shouts of killing. She threw herself forward, jumped out of the carriage and rolled a few times to avoid it.

With a sound of "stab", she tore the skirt of the wedding dress short, and pulled out the sword of the guard who fell beside her. In front of her was an army of nearly 400 people, all of whom were dressed as the army of the king of Greece. She looked at the fallen guards around her, and said with a wry smile: "Are you careless? Such a situation actually happened—are you replacing people in advance, and then bringing me here? Want to pretend to be an intruder?"

"Your Highness, I'm sorry, this is a death order." The leading soldier drew out his long sword, "Kill!" Following his order, the vanguard troops rushed forward brandishing their long swords and tomahawks. They knew that even if the princess was a Girl, her skill should not be underestimated. This valley is relatively open, and there is no place for her to hide if she wants to escape.

Alan didn't retreat, she had no way to retreat, raised her sword to meet the enemy, blood splashed wherever the sword went, and her lower body dodged the tomahawk that was coming horizontally, her long sword pierced into the tall warrior's chest with a bang. The ribs were pulled out to bring out the broken stomach bag. The soldier was not too old. He clutched his stomach bag in vain and tried to stuff it back, but soon he rolled his eyes and fell to the ground with the horizontal sword Blocking the other dagger that rushed out obliquely, Alan felt his back tingle, and then the viscous hot liquid flowed out along the opening, and together with the blood of the enemy splashed on him, stained the girl's wedding dress. Wet and blood-red.

As blood-red as the setting sun.

The sharp sword protruded from the back of a dead man, almost without the hilt in his stomach, but the man firmly grasped Alan's hand, and a man who jumped out next to him raised the knife and dropped Alan's entire right The lower arm was cut off, and blood splashed out like a fountain. Because of the excessive blood loss and pain, Alan's eyes were blurred, his breathing became heavy, and his body was as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

She grabbed the spear left by the dead man she killed and continued to fight, standing there like a god of war, stabbing frantically, like a wolf king who was cornered until her body stopped moving , the remaining arm no longer wields the spear, and those warriors who surrounded her in a circle still dare not approach her.

You see, her eyes are still open, burning like flames from hell.

You see, her body didn't fall down, she stood there like a mountain standing up to the sky.

She stood with her back to the sunset in the valley, like a statue of a god of war.

Knowing that night was coming, a soldier dared to step forward cautiously. He stretched out his hand several times timidly to touch the statue of the God of War covered in blood, but the moment he touched it, the statue collapsed The ground, I don't know if it was an illusion, they felt that the moment the idol fell to the ground, the ground under their feet trembled.

The base of the statue is countless corpses.

The leading soldier took off his helmet and revealed his face. He was no longer frivolous or vicious. His eyes only showed respect for the soldiers. Capri Komak stood up straight and faced him, who was already dead. His younger sister performed a chivalry salute, closed her eyes, put on his helmet, and said to the people around him, "Now look at the people over there." Then he rode his horse and left.

When Alan went to the capital, he left Vera in Fiona. Diarmuid reached out to touch Vera's face, but the horse neighed, and suddenly struggled violently. Wanting to break free from the reins that bound it, even if it brought out blood, it was just a frantic struggle. Diarmuid was overwhelmed by anxiety at once. He pulled out his dagger and cut off Vera's reins, and the horse immediately flew away like an arrow General rushed out of the stables, Diarmuid did not have time to tell others, he got on his horse and followed. When he followed Vera's footsteps to the valley, the night was already dark, and the cold moonlight shone on the pile of horses. Above the bones, there was a strong smell of blood lingering from the tip of his nose. The first thing he saw, the first thing he saw was the figure lying quietly on the ground holding a spear.

According to the itinerary, they should have another day to reach Fiona... Why is she here?Why did I leave Wangcheng in such a hurry?He should follow...

He approached the figure, the girl's wedding dress was red and black due to blood coagulation, her eyes were closed, her face was blue and gray, her right arm was empty, and there was a big hole in the back of the wedding dress, Diarmuid did not cry , He only said to squat|down, hugged her up, and put his cheek against her cold face, "Fool...you will catch a cold if you sleep here."

He ignored the other corpses, not to mention the fact that his body was already as cold as ice. He just grabbed her stiff hand, squeezed out a smile, took off his cloak and wrapped it around Alan, and held her in his arms. "Is it cold? I told you to sleep in this kind of place. Hey, wake up, and go back to sleep... Just... Look, your hands are almost numb from the cold."

Vera let out a long hiss, stood up suddenly, then ran at high speed and bumped into a cliff not far away, splashing blood on the cliff, and then fell to the ground with a bang.

It is of course impossible for others to know that Diarmuid ran out. When they followed the hounds to find Diarmuid, he was still hugging Alan, stroking her like a sleeping lover, and she was pale and stiff. She didn't cry or howl, just hugged her as if she would never let go.

But this looks much worse than crying or crazily pulling your hair—that kind of invisible depression, as if the person in front of you touches it lightly, and it will immediately fall apart like flour. crack.

No one knows what to say, no one knows what to say.

Until the dead Alan had to be taken away from him, after Alan's two mothers heard the news, Eve passed out directly, and Afreka suppressed her sorrow and said: "My daughter can't be buried. In the mud, let her go to the next world with the blue smoke of the flame." She meant to let Alan be cremated-this kind of thing has never happened before-only for sacrifices.

But Finn agreed, and when Diarmuid knew Alan's body was going to be cremated, he nearly went mad, "Let me go! She's not dead! She's not dead! She's just tired so sleep a while, she'll Wake up! Let me go! Don't!" He was dragged by Oisin and Oscar, and watched as Afreka poured a sparkling liquid on Alan, and then the flames were as bright as he could imagine. The enthusiastic state suddenly jumped up, swallowing the girl's body in an instant.

"Don't...don't burn..." If it wasn't for Oscar pulling him, he would almost throw himself into the fire. Oscar could hardly hold him back. When the flames dissipated, there was nothing in the ashes. Diarmuid Grabbing away the hands of Oscar and Oisin, she threw herself to the side of the still steaming ashes, knelt down on her knees and stretched her hands in to dig, "She's gone...she's gone..."

His hands were scalded with scars and he couldn't stop. At this moment, the hero who hadn't cried all this time suddenly let out a pain that seemed to be a sad smile or a wail. Along with the green smoke after the burning, it echoed in the blue sky for a long time.

No tears, no crying, just howling like a wounded beast.

"Diarmuid Odina, you are dancing in a dangerous place, putting yourself in danger, but even so, I am willing to fight by your side."

"Curse me less! I will definitely live longer than you! I won't die even if you die!"

He knelt on the ground and said something inaudibly, even Oisin, who was closest to him, couldn't hear what he said.

If you are unfortunate enough to go first, I will follow closely behind.

Legend has it that Diarmuid Odina married Granny, the eldest daughter of King Komak, and they fled for 16 years. King Komak gave him the most fertile land and minerals, and then married Granny's sister It was given to him, and many years later, he invited his former companions as guests, and it is said that Finn drove the wild boar that was about to kill him all the way to his fief out of jealousy.

The old Lord Fiona plotted to kill his rival.

Diarmuid's adoptive father Angus, the god of love and youth, wept for him and took his body away.

There he was resurrected and took part in the battle of the gods.

As for Fiona, many years later, Prince Capri ascended the throne and fought with Fiona with his army. Gore's tribe switched to the king's army, Fiona split from within, and the two killed each other. Shin and Kalt survived.

The people of Ayrin believed that they just fell asleep, and if the motherland was in trouble, they would rush out of the smoke of the other world to save the motherland from danger again.

A few years later, the Highland Kingdom was completely destroyed due to the invasion of alien races.

The legend is like this, romantic, full of violent and beautiful atmosphere, the truth?

Who cares about it.

Anyway, it was just a long, long time ago.

Who cares.

Except for the love of the knight and the princess, nothing else matters.

Such was the story of Fiona, of Fenia, and it ended here, and with the spread of Christianity in Ireland the story was forgotten, and then, long, long later, in the distant eleventh century, was retold again. Find it, write it, pass it on, sing it, praise it.

There used to be such a group of knights, they were called "Warriors of Fennia".

The author has something to say: This is the end of Fenian’s Past, and the next chapter, Pluto Myth LC

Think about it and don't let Brother Gun marry Granny. He has been abused enough by me. Come on, Brother Gun, I will send you a wild boar. Go to the side and get a lunch to rest.

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