"Because there is always a voice in my heart telling me that if I lead the army to fight on the front line, I am afraid that the final fate waiting for me and my army will be destruction. My father and brothers will be destroyed, and my army will be destroyed. My kingdom and myself will be destroyed.”
Liam said calmly, with a hint of frustration in his tone, "Actually, I have known for a long time that this is the will of the goddess Eliu, and even the will of the entire Celtic gods."
"Diarmuid did not stand on his own because he chose Princess Granny, and he has already decided the tragic fate, not only his own, Finn's, and even the fate of the entire Ireland. The Kekelt gods know it well. They know their future destiny, but once their efforts fail, they will abandon their original people without hesitation and choose to stand on the side of the winner. The three goddesses of Irish kingship abandoned us and chose the Gaels, My father already knew it, but..."
Liam's smile is filled with bitterness and helplessness over his fate. In his blood are Dagda, the Lord of the Irish Gods, Danu, the ancestral goddess, and Orngus, the god of love, these three sacred gods of the family of three. As the youngest son, he was used as a backup for his brothers, so he fled the front line of the battlefield, but it also made the three gods want to save their only bloodline through him.
If it were before the outbreak of the Gaelic Invasion, Liam might not have been able to see clearly the trajectory of fate. Just like his father, he believed that as long as he had the blessing of the great ancestor goddess Danu, he would be able to win.
Dagda is the Lord of the Gods, and his status is similar to Zeus in Greek mythology. Of course, his authority is not as absolute as Zeus. Danu is the source of the Danaan clan and the ancestral goddess, while Orngus, the god of love It is the child of two people. The three gods of the sacred family of three all support their descendants. There is absolutely no reason for their own side to lose.
However, as soon as the Gaels invaded in a large scale, the three goddesses of royal power in Ireland formed alliances with the Gaels, allowing them to command the land of Ireland in their own names. In return, the goddesses promised the Gaels to rule Ireland forever.
The descendants of the goddess Danu were defeated by the Gaels and defeated by the descendants of Zeus.
No matter how the Danaan clan fights with the Gaels, the outcome is actually doomed.
"Celtic gods!" Liam chuckled, smiling at the term, not sure what it meant.
William was able to understand, however, that the Celtic gods were actually the Danaans. According to the origin of mythology, Greece and Rome were one family. The Romans were founded by the descendants of the exiled royal family of the Trojan Kingdom, and the ancestors of the Romans were the descendants of the King of Troy. son in law.
The highly civilized Romans called the Germans, Celts, and Slavs the three major barbarian tribes, which correspond to Norse mythology, Celtic mythology, and Slavic mythology. The Celts belong to Hercules in the origin of mythology. Descendants of Racles and descendants of Zeus.
The Celtic gods accepted the Celts, which meant that they essentially betrayed their descendants.
But can you blame the Celtic gods?
This seemed to be fate, and the gods were powerless to resist.
"I don't blame the Celtic gods. I think of a female Druid priest who prayed for me under the golden oak tree and gave me a blessing. That is, as long as I am brave and fearless, I will never If you retreat, you will definitely receive supreme glory on the battlefield, and every soldier is worthy of the name of a hero."
Liam told the past events, and he remembered that he led the warriors to bury the kingdom's treasures, and then prepared to attack at any time. At that dusk, a female Druid priest blessed him.
The sun sets and the charming dusk falls. The soldiers are wearing armor and holding weapons. Three thousand troops are ready to set off at any time. The river water begins to rise and washes the River Life. In front of it is Dublin, the location of the decisive battle between the Gaelic and Eilean Kingdom armies. .
The thick clouds and the yellow patches bring warmth to people just looking at him, like a slight tincture caused by drinking. The skylight and sea color of Lifei River complement the sky, blending seamlessly and shining brightly. Prince Yam is riding on a white horse, full of confidence. This battle will determine his fate as a nation.
As they set off, a white-haired female Druid came over and gave him her blessing for the expedition. The oak trees glowed golden under the sunset. The soldiers marveled and said it was a miracle.
"As long as you are brave and fearless and never back down, you will surely receive supreme glory on the battlefield. Every warrior is worthy of the name of a hero." The old Druid left after saying this blessing. The warriors were very excited. Only Liam was suddenly alert.
The prohibitions in Celtic mythology were both a blessing and a curse.
The old druid never blessed them with victory, but only with the supreme glory of the battlefield, which requires bravery and fearlessness, and never flinching. Every warrior is worthy of the name of a hero.
It is generally difficult for civilian soldiers to be regarded as heroes. They are either included among the heroes or die in battle.
If being brave and fearless and never flinching can achieve supreme glory, then escaping from battle means losing glory. In the former, everyone will lose their lives, but in the latter, everyone can survive.
Liam flinched. If their last army was destroyed, the Danaan Protoss would disappear in the long river of history. Therefore, he commanded the army to stay where he was, witnessed the destruction of his own army, and escaped before the battle.
The prince and the last king of the Kingdom of Erin lost all his glory and was scorned by his people. After becoming a dwarf, he turned into a tramp and wandered around. There are also widespread folk legends that the dwarfs possess treasures.
"If I were you, maybe I would make the same decision." William comforted Liam. Death is not terrible. What is difficult is how to survive, suffer the misunderstanding of the tribe, and bear the pain you bear.
"I have a premonition of the future, and the blood from me is warning me, but I have no choice at this time. William, this time, I can no longer escape. I have to face my fate head-on, my fate of being destroyed."
"Why? It's just a martial arts competition. Don't be so exaggerated. You can surrender. Once you choose to surrender, the opponent will not be able to attack you."
William didn't understand what was wrong with Liam. The rules of the tournament were knights' war. Knights would not fight against the elderly, children, women and children unless the other party fought with weapons. If the nobles and knights on the opposite side were captured and surrendered, the knights would Nor can you harm your enemies. This is a rule that applies to the entire world.
"William, what I am fighting is not my opponent, nor Francis, but my destiny. Destiny never accepts the surrender of the world."
Liam said in a rather serious tone.
