Summary: The old woman is fierce

Night sleep.

With the setting of the sun, today’s [Doragoon] is still a city that never sleeps!

Flames rose from all corners of the city, illuminating the deep night, as always, and pointing merchants lost in the darkness in a definite direction.

Since the name of the [Free City] has become more and more popular, more and more businessmen have been willing to come here and stop for the night – sometimes, they even take two more days of detour to pass through the city, which is also willing.

In a sense, the city, called Doragoon, has become the commercial center of the southern part of the British Isles. Most of the established caravans had temporary offices here, and a large commercial complex was inadvertently taking shape.

However, on this night, the protagonists of this city are not these merchants!

“Cheer me up!”

“If any of you lose, don’t say you’re a man in the future, go do needlework with those women!”

Where the Celts gathered, an empty square that had been carved out improvised was created.

Although they have been busy for a day, they are already very tired both physically and mentally. However, when these Celtic leaders proposed to strike while the iron was hot and select the strongest fifteen people from all the tribesmen, these people who were already exhausted to the extreme not only did not resist in the slightest, but also jumped into action!

Kill those little cubs!

Without even any mobilization from the leaders, an atmosphere called fanaticism had spread among these young and strong Celtic elites.

No one wants to lose to those Saxon robbers, and no one wants to build temples for those Saxon robbers.

The result was more uncomfortable than death.

However, if you think about it from another angle.

If only the Saxon robbers, who had always hated them, could build churches for them… Wouldn’t that be refreshing?

In fact, even among these Celts, there are smart people like Shilena.

However, at this moment, in the face of this fanatical atmosphere that is close to losing their minds, even if these smart people can see An Xiu’s intentions, they can no longer stop this “Celtic chariot” that has been started

Fleeing without a fight – they can’t afford such a crime.

Even if you know that there is a big pit ahead, you must obediently jump into it, and then try your best to achieve victory, stepping on the enemy’s body and climbing out of this big pit.

This is Yang Mou.

And at the same time, on the other side.

It has been less than a day since they arrived here, and the Saxon people, who have not even set up their own station, are not as lively as the Celts.

In fact, ever since the torches of the city began to rise, they instinctively looked for shadowy corners and hid their figures.

They are hunters in the darkness and expose everything about themselves to such light.

However, at the same time, their eyes were shining with a hungry wolf’s fierce gaze

They were silent, but it didn’t mean they didn’t care about the game – they just habitually waited for Helena’s orders, and then they could rush up like a real team, unloading the enemy in pieces, tearing and biting even the slag left.

However, Shilena had nothing

She just raised her head and looked at the stars in the sky. It seems to be observing the stars, and it seems that he is just in a simple daze.

And after a long, long time –

“Will win.”

Helena, who got up from the ground, only said two very simple words.

However, for those Saxons who are already sharpening their knives, just these two simplest words can already boost their morale to the maximum!

Since the prophet said that he could win, he would definitely win!

Since the twelve-year-old Helena took over the position of prophet, her prophecy has never gone wrong!

Now, here’s the problem.

What kind of temple are they going to build this time?

Is it the goddess of the hunt, or the goddess of the moon?

What a headache!

……

At the same time, inside the [castle].

“Young Master, there is absolutely nothing more wonderful in this world.”

In this world where there is no one and only the two are alone, Morgan, who has been disguised for a whole day, is finally able to remove her cold disguise and begin to praise An Xiu mercilessly.

It is said that this is also one of the skills that a maid should master.

As things stand, Morgan is quite proficient in this skill:

“Whether it’s the two dragons, or the idea of that statue, and the way to compete instead of fighting… There is no more perfect design in the world! ”

Quite pompous praise, blowing An Xiu is a little embarrassed.

However, in contrast, Morgan’s face did not have any pompous expression – she was truly impressed by Anxiu’s decision!

Before this, who would have thought that the struggle between the two peoples could be resolved in such a way?

At this moment, even Morgan, who has a hint of prejudice against the Saxons, has to admit that this is really a stroke of God!

Of course, while feeling admiration, Morgan can’t help but feel some regrets –

“Actually, I can participate too.”

“Even among us goblins… There are also leprechauns who love sports! ”

All right.

Morgan admits that she is gluttonous.

You know, at the end of this god dynasty, which still retains some mystery, the meaning of a temple is not just a symbol of the worship of a certain god.

Take Morgan, for example—if she had a temple of her own, she could gather faith through that temple and further increase her power.

And this is the first step to becoming a god.

Of course, in this era of the end of the god generation, the odds of Morgan becoming a god have been reduced to an infinitely low level.

However, no matter how thin the mosquito legs are, it is also meat, and the opportunity to become stronger, even if it is only a little, Morgan will never want to miss it!

However, it is a pity.

The current An Xiu is not willing to give her this opportunity.

“Forget it.”

“It’s a human race.”

“Don’t make any more mess.” _

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