The morale has dispersed, and the team is hard to lead.
rlin was always well fed and housed by Duncan, even his cell was guarded by only an elderly guard. He could leave anyti if he wanted, with no one able to stop him.
However, rlin had no intention of escaping.
He had been locked up for almost a month, only visited a few tis by the Crow Queen-Triss to check on his injuries. Later, Severus also visited once to provide so herbs, and then he was left alone, treated like a freeloader eating free als.
What kind of reputation did rlin have on Great Britain? Sage? Prophet? Legendary Wizard?
When had he ever been so belittled!
He had been in self-isolation for nearly half a month, always believing Duncan would co to see him voluntarily, maybe even trying to recruit him, which is why he had been purposely ignored. But no one ca; instead, he was taken by the army to attack the Calot Kingdom directly.
This battle nearly overturned rlin’s understanding.
He had assisted two generations of Calot’s kings, prided himself on managing the Calot Kingdom as unbreachable as an iron bucket, with people loyal to King Uther. Yet unexpectedly, they encountered almost no significant resistance along the way. The chieftains of various tribes surrendered at the re sight of them, so even proactively led the way or sent troops to attack the non-compliant small tribes.
What in the world was going on?
Several military strongholds in Mongolima were seized by Gallard and Chatwin working together. These native chieftains gathered nearly a thousand troops, with over a hundred Indigo Highlands Swordsn leading the charge. These elite mountain warriors of the Calot Kingdom cut down their own people with such skill!
It was truly cut after cut bleeding, warriors akin to the Welsh swordsn of later days like William Wallace.
Loyalty!
Gallard and Chatwin eagerly showed their submission, demonstrating their loyalty to the Governor with valiant combat.
They had not been so fierce even when they followed King Uther to fight Saxon pirates!
rlin was completely stunned.
Duncan, with the Empire as his banner, inherently gave the various tribe chieftains a reason to submit. Their ancestors had sworn allegiance to the Empire for four hundred years, always as a tribal autonomous region. Now, it could only be seen as forsaking darkness for light under the flag of righteousness.
Psychological warfare!
Duncan’s series of maneuvers prioritized psychological tactics, using public opinion to tarnish King Uther’s reputation, then threatening and enticing with a large army to compel nurous tribe chieftains to submit, driving them like cattle and horses.
This battle truly made rlin witness Duncan’s great talents, far beyond any comparison to King Uther.
Just yesterday, he saw the enforcent team chopping off a pile of heads.
Even for their own kind, they were so ruthless. It was unheard of for rlin, neither the Empire nor the Barbarian Race nor King Uther’s army would kill to enforce discipline over such minor breaches.
This showed rlin’s ignorance.
Duncan learned this from Boss Cao, just like how Cao Cao would cut his hair instead of his head for stepping on a wheat field. What was it for Duncan to decapitate so unruly soldiers?
In any case, rlin was already feeling a bit socially withdrawn.
This ti, let alone making a prophecy, he couldn’t even guess what Duncan intended to do. Earlier, he thought Duncan wanted to use his reputation to persuade the enemy to surrender. However, he was just a tagalong, doing nothing but eating free als and traveling with the army, observing the sights along the way, and accompanying the enforcent team to oversee military discipline.
rlin was so well fed for so long without any exercise that even his face got a bit chubby.
Utterly outrageous!
For a grand Legendary Wizard like himself, Duncan was feeding him like a pig, making him gain a considerable amount of weight.
What on earth had the Britons been eating before?
Only after being imprisoned by Duncan did rlin finally taste the finest cuisine of this world. (British food, we all understand.)
Very soon.
Under the escort of two priests of the British Druid Priesthood, rlin walked up with his head held high, now quite certain that Duncan needed him to take action. However, he wasn’t sure if it was to persuade King Uther to surrender or so other lord knight.
But rlin was wrong once again!
To hell with prophecy!
Duncan never intended to have him negotiate a surrender. It was rely King Uther to eliminate; what kind of negotiation was needed? Once the heavy-duty trebuchets were ready, they would flatten the place.
With thirty thousand troops and resources on-site, building trebuchets was as easy as pie.
Duncan slightly smirked, gesturing at rlin with a horsewhip, his expression playful, "Did you think I wanted you to persuade King Uther to surrender?"
"You’ve overthought it."
"Co with . What you need to do is even more important!"
"If this task is accomplished."
"I will give you freedom; you can stay or leave as you wish."
rlin remained silent, following voluntarily.
Duncan’s army far exceeded the standards of this era, especially in terms of morale. Never had he seen soldiers so eager to fight!
Those top-notch elite units, the Britannian Imperial Legion, had yet to take to the field.
The front-line battles were fought by native vassal armies and second-line corps, almost like training exercises, with even militia units given the chance to pursue the enemy.
Yesterday, an exile nad Roland was promoted directly to militia centurion for killing a minor chieftain. (This is different from a regular legion centurion, akin to a militia captain.)
Duncan’s general guard swiftly followed.
Pairs of fierce eyes were fixed on rlin, preventing any unusual moves from him. A young lad nad Carl, at just seventeen or eighteen, kept his hand on his sword hilt. If rlin moved recklessly, he would slash without hesitation.
The Round Table Knights might not be willing to die for King Arthur, but these general guards were almost all ready to die for Duncan!
A complete unit of two-star knights.
Even the most powerful rlin, if unable to cast spells in ti, would be hacked to pieces.
Duncan paid no heed to rlin behind him.
As he led cavalry into the forest, soon mbers of the British Druid Priesthood erged, Severus among them, including several elderly Druids with gray beards, numbering over a hundred.
What is this for?
rlin followed behind, looking surprised.
King Uther had never received support from the Druid Priesthood because he had slaughtered Wizards, yet the core faith districts of Avalon resided in the Welsh region, where Avalon’s Holy Sanctuary was located.
Cornwall was the Avalon Holy Forest, the other places were Avalon’s sacred stones, only here was the Holy Sanctuary.
The three scale levels of Celtic temples are sacred stones, Holy Forest, Holy Sanctuary.
Today!
Duncan truly unified Avalon’s faith.
At the forefront of the crowd.
Crow Queen Triss wore an ornate High Priest robe, exuding a unique charm. Her cold gaze watched rlin, and behind her were about six High Tier Druid Guardians.
They had gathered all the high-tier spellcasters on Great Britain.
Duncan raised the horse whip and said to rlin lightly: "Go."
"You should know what to do!"
rlin walked step by step forward, watching as Crow Queen Triss voluntarily moved aside, looking shocked, muttering: "You want to change Avalon’s faith?!"
Changing the gods with human power!
This was a grand ritual, incapable of being led by Crow Queen Triss alone; it required the strength of other Avalon Guardians, even rlin, the Celtic Prophet, had to take action.
Dealing with King Uther was rely a side task; he wasn’t the real opponent.
Duncan valued the ritual far more than King Uther!
In the dense Holy Forest of the ritual.
In the central region of Druid’s Circle, Druids continued to erge, even the surrounding area appeared with invisible shimr, the spirits of Avalon faith. This grand ritual had been prepared for so ti, nearly exhausting the strength of the Druid Priesthood.
rlin grasped the magic staff, walked to the center of the Holy Sanctuary altar, knowing what he should do — he was the host of the ceremony.
A chorus of murmuring chants arose.
Beyond the Druid priests, there were minstrels as well, singing new prayers. At an unknown ti, mysterious lodies began to float over the Holy Sanctuary.
Duncan silently retreated.
He entered the Dinsion Space’s godly perspective, watching Avalon’s Holy Sanctuary change. With the start of the grand ritual, Guardian Fairies of Avalon erged, bowing slightly toward Duncan from afar before their shadows rged into the sanctuary’s stones.
The Druids carried knives, re-engraving ancient inscriptions on the stones, along with Celtic mythological taboo oaths.
In this vast Holy Forest, hundreds of Druids began busily working, chanting while engraving symbols on oak trees; at an unknown ti, the laws of reality broke through, the nearby vegetation showing signs of exceptional vitality.
"Detecting Holy Sanctuary ritual!"
"Detecting Power of Law."
With rlin at its core, complented by Crow Queen Triss, the grand ritual gradually entered its climax.
Teams of Druid Priests bestowed grains upon the altar.
They disappeared bit by bit into thin air.
Then, on the stones surrounding the sanctuary, Druid elders carved ’wheat spike’ patterned runes, and nearby, farming tools were used as embellishnt.
"Detecting agricultural Divine Position condensation transformation!"
"Detecting Divine Level energy fluctuation."
In the Dinsion Space’s projection screen, Avalon’s Fairies re-erged, seemingly transford, no longer as enchanting Lake Fairies, but with hints of maternal grace, like noble matrons who have birthed heirs, appearing less sinister and with an air of True God quality.
— "Avalon’s Prosperous Holy Sanctuary (transforming) [High Tier Temple]: Agriculture output 3, increase harvest yield, reduce natural disasters, low chance of bumper crops, etc.
Avalon’s faith is transforming its core Divine Position.
As Guardian Fairies of Avalon’s faith, they are transforming agriculture into their core Divine Position, and the teachings of the Druid Priesthood will change as well. Besides their missionary work, they will focus on agricultural developnt, Druid trials will also change, requiring mastery of certain agricultural skills to beco an official Druid.
The supernatural abilities granted by the sanctuary have changed.
Avalon’s Holy Sanctuary will no longer provide additional morale boosts; Avalon’s other Holy Forests and sacred stones will also transform into prosperous domains, enhancing local agricultural output, cultivating excellent farrs, gardeners, and herbalists, etc."
Changing divine faith with mortal power!
Above Avalon’s Holy Sanctuary, Guardian Fairies appeared serene and motherly, as if serving as daughters of the Earth Mother Goddess, representing their new visage. They bowed slightly to Duncan’s departing figure and quickly vanished into the mist.
Today.
The faith of Avalon has wholly transitioned!
All of Avalon’s sacred stones have lost their original functions, focusing solely on agriculture and farming, while many Druid teachings also changed; Druids will take local agricultural production as their core missionary model.
This is directly taking the grassroots route.
Previously, Druids served more as advisors to chieftains, nobles, and warriors, but now they’ve fixed their attention on the most humble farrs.
What does King Uther amount to? Duncan went through all this trouble for this mont!
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