Chapter 23: Mountain Flood! British Isles

A night of fierce wind and rain.

At first, a breeze brushed through the valley, echoing between the undulating peaks where the mountain folk lived. The night wind gradually became fierce, like the sound of choking and swallowing. The dark clouds faded like thin gauze, the full moon was white as a round plate, tempting people's hearts. A thunderbolt flashed across the night sky, the valley stream under the vast night color was lush and green, and the water flowed turbulently.

It seems that there has been too much slaughter in the world these years, and God also hopes to nourish all things with a storm.

In the rumbling thunder, the wild wind howled, echoing in the valley, becoming more and more intense, gradually like a hoarse and mournful cry. The wind knife was like a blade, as if fingertips were sliding across a wooden board. A wild wind and rainstorm swept through the secluded valley, and the torrential rain fell, making the long-dried earth let out a long, low sigh. The spirit of all things growing merged with heaven and earth. The rainwater in the peaks and secluded valleys gradually gathered. At first, it was a trickle of stream, and after a few bursts of wild wind and rainstorms, the flowing water gathered into a river. Finally, the wild wind was like a sharp scream, piercing the night, and countless trickles gathered to form a mountain flood, and in the trembling of the mountain peaks, the mountain flood swept down.

A broken flow gushed out from the rift valley peak, like a waterfall, flying down a hundred feet.

How magnificent is nature!

The *woo-woo* sound of the wind was like a sharp scream, and the surging mountain flood was like the Milky Way hanging upside down, sweeping through the valley where the mountain folk lived. Finally, the dried earth absorbed this moisture, and the mountain flood rushed to the camp, but in the end, it only rolled over a piece of fence and wet a few sheepskin tents.

Under the moonlight of the windowsill, Raven Queen-Triss enjoyed the wind and rain for half the night. The red clouds were misty, and her beautiful face was slightly satisfied and lazy after witnessing the magnificent beauty of nature.

She got up and pushed the door out, and when she looked back, the wind and rain outside had gradually cleared, but there was also a trend of wild wind and rainstorm attacking again.

No words all night.

In the morning light, Deng Ken turned over and got up, casually covering the person who was like a puddle of mud beside him with soft sheepskin.

He pushed open the window to disperse the smell of last night. The grease candle had been burning for half the night, and the smell in the room was extremely thick, like mutton. A murmur came from the bed covered with high-quality sheepskin, as if she didn't like the direct sunlight, she rolled over and curled up into the corner like a maggot.

Deng Ken didn't care, moved his bones, felt refreshed, and the fatigue of the past few days was swept away, and the gloomy mood left by killing through half of Europe along the way also disappeared.

*Crackling. *

Bones exploded.

In the morning light, the texture of the muscles on his back was clear like a carving, his back like a bee and his waist like an ape. When he made a gesture of pulling mountains, countless textures gathered like eyes, and veins like coiled dragons wound around, shining in the sun, more impactful than the statues of the ancient Greek era.

At the door, there were paused footsteps. Raven Queen-Triss's gaze was stagnant, her slender swan neck swallowed slightly, her cheeks were bright, and her tone was calm: "Since you are up."

"Then let's have morning class."

"I will teach you to read and write Latin today, as well as the knowledge of the Socratic school."

Inside the room.

The beauty who was curled up in the corner like a maggot and peeking out instantly trembled all over, as if she were an ostrich, shrinking back, and even her body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Deng Ken nodded, put on his coat, and when he walked out the door, he said to the female slave behind Raven Queen-Triss: "Go boil some hot water."

"Then send it in."

He signaled Raven Queen-Triss to wait for him, walked to the mountain stream, washed directly with his bare chest. The mountain flood last night didn't cause much damage. There were a few mountain folk women repairing fences and drying sheepskins. Seeing the masculine energy filled here from afar, they couldn't help but stop and look. The figure like an ancient Greek statue made the village women cover their mouths in surprise.

The Blood of the Holy Grail had begun to take effect.

It might also be that after killing all the way, Deng Ken's physical fitness had risen in a straight line. He could now ride a horse with one hand, and a weight of over a hundred jin was like nothing, and he didn't even need both hands to control the reins.

With his current physical fitness, ordinary fierce horses might not be enough for him to exert all his combat techniques. It had to be a famous horse like Red Hare to let him explode with all his potential. His many killing moves were beyond the reach of ordinary strength. If the adrenaline burst was activated, ordinary warhorses might not be as fast as his own two feet running wildly.

Raven Queen-Triss was already waiting in the hall.

She didn't hope that Deng Ken would be a reckless warrior like the Spartans, so she planned to teach him to read, philosophy, art, etc., to cultivate his sentiment and balance the slaughter of blood and fire.

The human body was born as a farmer, an apprentice blacksmith, knowing a few words, but learning very little.

Although Deng Ken had the experience of his previous life, he didn't want to live up to Raven Queen's good intentions, so he naturally studied seriously. Most of the abilities he acquired were combat techniques, and occasionally learning some medieval philosophy could also cultivate his sentiment.

Noon.

Anya finally walked downstairs twisting and turning under the service of the female slave. Her expression was tired and lazy, but she was in excellent spirits, bright and moving, almost able to compete with Raven Queen-Triss. But her gaze was erratic, her heart was timid and uneasy, and when she was swept by Raven Queen-Triss's calm gaze, her legs trembled subconsciously.

Last night, the wind and rain were fierce, Raven Queen-Triss, three whips shattered the heroine's dream, but Anya would not give up easily!

"Eat."

Raven Queen-Triss was expressionless, signaling Deng Ken that today's ancient Greek philosophy would end here.

Anya was relieved, even taking the initiative to help the female slave bring food.

There was nothing major in this mountain folk stronghold. Kveto couldn't lead people out to loot estates often, so in the afternoon, some people were training in the open area. The combat style was a bit like the gladiators of the ancient Roman era, not the combat routine of the regular army.

This was related to the inheritance of the Bagaudae. They relied on gladiator training in their early years, and they usually fought in small scales, so the training style was close to the ranger style.

When they really went to the battlefield, it wasn't as good as a simple slash and hack. The Roman battle formation, shields for defense, heavy short swords for attack, could kill them until they cried for their fathers and mothers.

The Spartacus uprising, so many excellent gladiators, could abuse Roman soldiers at will in one-on-one duels, but once the battle formation was set up, they were still beaten until they collapsed.

The combat techniques of the army are actually very simple and unadorned.

Deng Ken was quite interested, looked at Raven Queen-Triss, and asked: "Do you want me to teach you some combat techniques?"

Raven Queen-Triss agreed happily.

The combat techniques of armies are actually quite plain and simple.

Raven Queen-Triss learned extremely fast, and it seemed that she had some foundation in the past.

Not long after.

Many mountain folk gathered around. They didn't dare to look at Raven Queen-Triss, their gazes mostly falling on Deng Ken, and some people held wooden swords and followed those basic moves.

Deng Ken still didn't know any advanced combat styles; his combat power was all in those most basic things.

"Pick a few people to train."

Deng Ken saw Kveto in the crowd and picked up a simple wooden sword at will.

Kveto was quite excited. He looked at the people around him, and seeing many people eager to try, he went up first and then called a few close subordinates.

A sword stabbed out.

Deng Ken moved at will, immediately making Kveto stab into the air. With his current combat technique, wanting to force him to use a roll to dodge, at least it had to be an expert.

*Clang! *

When Kveto swung his sword to hack, Deng Ken raised his sword to block. At the moment of parrying, his figure lunged and moved, like a butterfly, appearing directly beside Kveto. The wooden sword in his hand was already resting on Kveto's neck, and even drew a faint red mark.

This was without using force. If he used all his strength, the wooden sword could probably even cut Kveto's neck.

There was an uproar all around.

Deng Ken's counterattack move was extremely simple, just parrying, moving, lunging, the sword blade sliding, the most basic flicking sword style, and then Kveto was already a 'dead man'.

The physical fitness, combat technique, and reaction speed of the two were not on the same level.

"Come again."

Deng Ken picked up a shield at will and signaled to the six people in front of him: "Come together."

These six people were restless.

Soon someone roared, as if to boost his courage, and swept toward Deng Ken, the wooden sword sweeping toward his waist.

*Clang. *

The wooden shield blocked it, he stabbed back, one person clutched his waist and abdomen and squatted down in pain, another hacked down, Deng Ken lunged forward, the shield danced, *bang*, that person fell to the ground on his back, almost fainting.

Slash, hack, stab.

Shield block.

There were no flashy movements at all, just the most basic combat styles. Deng Ken defeated all six people to the ground without using the God's-eye view, but Kveto's desperate strike also grazed his arm, leaving a shallow red mark.

A burst of cheers came from all around.

The surrounding Bagaudae were cheering for Deng Ken's superb combat technique, and also cheering that Kveto could actually hurt Deng Ken.

"Sure enough, without the God's-eye view, my ability is just a standard panel attribute."

This pile of combat specialties, dealing with six people at the same time, was already quite strenuous.

Of course, if it were full armor, the result would be completely different.

Deng Ken reached out and pulled up the fallen Kveto, and said in a deep voice: "We will stay here for a few days. In these few days, I will train your combat techniques."

"Bring all the young and strong people in the stronghold over."

Kveto looked surprised, but hearing that he was going to leave, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

It's not easy to hug a big thigh in this chaotic world.

Deng Ken naturally had other arrangements for them, but that required a lot of preparation, and without a fleet, he couldn't transport the Bagaudae to the British Isles. If there were many people, they would have to eat, drink, and poop. He didn't know what the situation on the British Isles was, so he definitely had to explore the way first.

The British Isles in the medieval era could definitely accommodate tens of thousands of Bagaudae to recuperate.

A toss was already afternoon.

Deng Ken observed this stronghold and arranged for people to build defenses through the God's-eye view. In fact, it was just a slight arrangement in a few dangerous places, so that even if they encountered a battle, they could have more reaction time.

The Bagaudae group was not all rebel troops.

Kveto sent people to inquire about news in nearby towns, and then tried to contact the merchant ship prepared by Anya.

With the supplies grabbed yesterday, it was no problem for them to survive this winter.

Raven Queen-Triss's figure wandered around the stronghold. Her appearance was breathtakingly beautiful, making people dare not look directly. Just after an afternoon of communication with the mountain folk, more than ten people were converted into green-marked units.

Some mountain folk women even knelt and bowed when they saw her, calling her 'Priestess'.

Ancient Romans rarely knelt, except for worshipping the gods they believed in. Romans worshipped ancestors more, and often in the shrines of the gods they worshipped, they placed the spirit tablets of their ancestors to enjoy sacrifices together.

Raven Queen-Triss didn't like being worshipped on her knees.

But barbarian sacrifices had the custom of kneeling. After a little effort, she finally made those ignorant mountain folk no longer want to kneel when they met.

Many people here were believers of polytheism.

Generally, believers of the Church would slowly give up ancestor worship and ancestor sacrifice, which was a great disrespect in the ancient Roman era.

In the early days, in order to cater to the religious policies of the Roman Empire at that time, the Church introduced many rituals similar to Roman traditional sacrifices into church rituals, but these customs were finally condemned as heresy by church leaders.

The polytheistic faith system was so chaotic, and there was a reason why it could unite to persecute Catholics.

The Bagaudae were all people who couldn't live.

They didn't care so much about faith. Whoever could let them live, you could let them believe in whoever you wanted.

Deng Ken and his group stayed here for three days.

Finally, after contacting the ship prepared by Anya, the five of them disguised themselves and headed to the nearby town port. The Saxons not only invaded Britain, they also invaded Germania Minor, but Britain was ignored, while Germania Minor had to face the Franks and the imperial border guards.

At present, Germania Minor had not completely fallen, at least the empire still had a few military towns.

Blue sea and sunny sky.

On the eighteenth day of crossing, Deng Ken and his group crossed half of Europe and finally boarded the ship to the British Isles.

The British province had been abandoned.

The empire withdrew its last stationed legion decades ago, so Britain was equal to being ignored, belonging to a chaotic zone in the midst of war. The Saxons launched a migration invasion lasting for hundreds of years, while the survival space of the traditional Celts was gradually compressed, finally transforming into Wales and Scotland.

Of course, according to legend, King Arthur had taken back the lost land.

He and the Knights of the Round Table defeated the Saxons who invaded the British Isles through twelve battles, but after his death, the Saxons regained absolute advantage.

Deng Ken was now going to explore the situation of the British Isles.

A seagull flew by.

Raven Queen-Triss stood on the deck, looking at the British Isles in the distance, her expression inexplicable, not knowing what she was thinking, occasionally her gaze flowed and fell on Deng Ken.

Anya was excited. She was just a Roman noblewoman, and she had rarely left the Italian Peninsula. At this moment, she was looking at the land in the distance, seemingly curious about everything.

Two-star white-board.

As the weakest witch Deng Ken had ever seen, Anya tried to walk to his side several times to hold his arm to show intimacy, but after being swept by Raven Queen-Triss's gaze, she obediently stayed in place.

"We are about to arrive in Britain." Severus's voice was low.

Druids originated from Celtic culture.

Nowadays, in mainland Europe, Germanic barbarians are rising, Huns are pressing step by step, Celts are gradually weakening, and after Gaul accepted imperial culture and transformed, true Druids are very rare.

He definitely wanted to preserve the inheritance of the Druids. If the Church didn't kill them all and judge the old era as 'heresy', he wouldn't have fought for his life.

"Britain..."

Deng Ken looked at the land in the distance and whispered: "Is King Arthur born now?"

A faint smell of blood came with the breeze.

The sailor's exclamation sounded: "Saxons! It's the warship of the Saxon pirates!"

Since they wanted to cross the sea to invade the British Isles, the Saxons were naturally good at sailing.

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A light breeze brought a faint smell of blood.

A sailor's exclamation rang out: "Saxons! It's the Saxon pirates' warships!"

Since they wanted to cross the sea to invade Britain, the Saxons were naturally adept at sailing.

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