The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Rivers and streams are sometimes ominous omens in Celtic mythology, the boundary between life and death. Sometimes the women in coats on the river beach are not that simple.

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When Tom came back to his senses, he found that he was no longer in Hogwarts. He was now hiking in the wilderness with more than twenty people. His clothes were no longer the school's wizard robes, but strange clothes. Fortunately, the wand was still there. .

The people around him were all tall and burly, with blond hair and big beards. It could be seen from their rosy faces that they were well-nourished. Everyone was covered in gorgeous clothes, and everyone in the team was decorated with a dazzling array of jewelry. They also wore strange-shaped bronze helmets. The helmets were either in the shape of horns or in the shape of a relief of the front half of a bird or animal. . Some also had horns and trumpets hanging around their waists.

Tom was among such a strange group of people.

Opposite them, they were followed by a group of small people, who seemed to be slaves, carrying rations for Tom and his group.

[The copy of Shoal Polyester is open!

Mission goal: Please the goddess of war with blood and victory!

Mission reward: Massive magic stones (for every tribal warrior killed, 100 magic stones will be rewarded, for each strong man, 10 magic stones will be rewarded, for each slave, 1 magic stone, for killing a heretic priest, one thousand magic stones will be rewarded)

Reward for completing the dungeon: soul ring designated position strengthening qualification × 1]

Tom looked at the clothes he was wearing and felt strange and unfamiliar - even though the people around him were wearing gorgeous clothes, he was the flashiest one. Everyone was dressed a bit like Vikings in various novels, but he knew that these were actually ancient Celtic costumes.

He looked around again and found that everyone around him seemed to be in awe of him. His eyes swept across, but no one dared to look at him.

"Honorable Druid, do you have any instructions?" A very strong man who looked like a leader looked at Tom and asked respectfully.

Tom shook his head, and the leader didn't say much and continued to order the team to move forward.

The conversation just now brought good news: the languages ​​​​are interoperable, Tom can understand what the people around him are saying, and the name Druitt also confirms Tom’s previous guess: these people are indeed Kyle Druids: Druids were the Celtic name for their priests.

What's even better is that Tom found that his physical fitness has also become a lot stronger. At least he can keep up with the pace of this group of people and not be left too far behind.

The group of warriors crossed the wilderness and came to a shallow beach. What appeared in front of Tom was a terrible scene: the water in the shallows was red, and the river was dyed red with blood. There was a pile of mutilated corpses on the river bank, some of which were so broken that even their mothers could not recognize their sons.

Tom felt his stomach churn, but after a while, he gradually calmed down.

A tall woman stood in the bloody water, her eyes were blood red, and she stared at the group of warriors through her messy hair.

She pointed at the group and let out a shrill laugh. She laughed for a while before saying in a harsh voice: "I am Morrigan, the Queen of Ghosts. Some people also call me the Washing Lady on the River Beach. I live in Knock." Deep in Mount Naria, I appear by the streams and wash away the sins of men.”

The leader pulled out the battle ax from his waist and pointed it at Morrigan, "So these men soaked in the stream are all your masterpieces? The so-called washing away of sins means cutting them into pieces!"

Morrigan laughed like a crow: "I didn't kill these men, I didn't even touch a hair on them! Look carefully at the faces of these men!"

The leader carefully identified the mountain of corpses and found that some of them looked the same as his companions. Morigan bent down and rummaged through the bloody sacrifices for a while, then handed something to the leader. The leader lowered his head and saw that It was his severed head.

He subconsciously threw his head far away, and then struck Morrigan with an axe. The moment the ax touched Morrigan, she turned into a group of crows and flew into the sky under the leadership of a huge raven.

Encountering such a thing, the atmosphere in the team was a little low. Many people are peeking at Tom frequently, it seems that this is Tom's job scope now.

"It's just a deception, that's all these tricks are used by these mountain spirits and water monsters. When we please the goddess with blood and victory, all this will dissipate like the dew of the morning sun." Tom thought for a while, and simply used the mission goal to encourage him. These warriors.

The effect is not bad.

Tom and these people walked for a whole day and night. They only ate a little bit of hard dried meat and salted fish along the way, and the water they drank was naturally stream water. Finally, they arrived at a large lake.

The water of the lake looks blue and clear, and the lake is wide and boundless.

There is a huge campground by the lake. Tom roughly estimated that there were at least 5,000 people here, of which there were no less than 300 such fierce warriors around him, and the number of ordinary men and slaves among the remaining people was about 1:1.

The leader of the camp seemed to be the chief of a nearby large tribe. He welcomed Tom's team with his entourage, and then assigned them a group of strong men and slaves. He also placed Tom in the middle of the camp, where there were all the people. A druid of similar status to Tom.

Tom finally enjoyed hot rice and soup. Druid has a high status and the food is the best: most of the meat is barbecued meat, with just a little salt sprinkled on it, the soup is a stew of various fish and vegetables, and the staple food is whole grain cakes, and there is unlimited access to them. Pickles. And of course, there's wine.

The water must be lake water, but since Tom saw people from the camp bathing by the lake every day, he insisted on drinking boiled water and brewed wine.

After spending a few days with this group of Celts, he found that these people were simply born warriors, a true fighting nation, full of martial virtue. From the few words given by other Druids, Tom inferred that the Celts at this time were in their most prosperous period - the third century BC.

Tom knew that the Celts, the most brave and warlike nation in ancient Europe, had traveled as far east as Russia, Chechnya, Slovakia, and Austria. To the west, the entire Low Countries were under their control, and France from Normandy to the Alps was their territory - all in the 6th century BC.

Three hundred years later, they crossed the Channel westward, occupying what is now Britain and Ireland and the western Iberian Peninsula, and crossed the Balkans eastward, settling in Asia Minor and Galatea. Even Rome would tremble in front of them. In 297 BC, the Celts invaded Greece and sacked the sacred city of Delphi...

They can do this because they are extremely warlike. Other peoples fight for a certain purpose in itself, but the Celts fight for the sake of fighting. At banquets, verbal disputes may arise inadvertently and then turn into duels. Life here is child's play.

The nearby tribes are gathering here little by little, and the number of people in the camp is approaching ten thousand. And their enemies appeared.

The number of enemies was no less than theirs, and they also camped near the lake. Next, they issued a letter of war and agreed on a time. Finally, the two sides gathered their men to fight, which was very similar to the aristocratic wars of the Shang and Zhou Dynasties.

Tom didn't stupidly suggest raiding the camp, because this obviously did not conform to the values ​​​​of this group of Celtics.

On the day of the battle, Tom saw this group of Celtic war machines: chariots.

More than fifty chariots drove out of the camp, and a similar number of chariots pulled out from the opposite side.

Then it becomes somewhat similar to a turn-based game.

The two sides first sent slaves to fight. After one side was defeated, the warriors and strong men came forward to kill the slaves rushing over from the opposite side. This was repeated just to consume the strength of the other side's warriors.

The land between the two armies was stained red with blood. The gods of both parties will be pleased, and the sky will be extremely clear.

It was already noon when Tom came to the front of the battle. At this time, the slaves on both sides were almost exhausted. It was the turn of the warriors, strong men and druids.

The chariot began to rush into the formation. When the chariot rushed up, Tom was a little distracted for a moment: the shaking ground and the splashing blood and mud made him feel the most primitive and savage power.

The chariots clashed, and the men fell on their backs. Then the soldiers from both sides rushed forward, and the battle turned into a chaotic battle - really a chaotic battle, without formations or strategies, just relying on the blood in their hearts, rushing forward and mingling with the enemy.

The druids on both sides also showed off their own magical powers, using wind to accelerate arrows, using fire to drive away enemies, binding enemies with water, or simply creating walls to divide the battlefield...

"Armor for protection! Armor for protection!" Tom added several layers of armor spells to himself, but it still didn't help. His armor spell could be chopped to pieces with just one axe, while Avada Kedavra could hardly kill those who were naked on the battlefield. A warrior who is naked and dyes his skin blue.

After narrowly escaping a barrage and a heavy hammer, Tom couldn't help it anymore: he was surprised to find that his side seemed to be at a disadvantage? The enemy has a priest who looks very powerful. Every time he attacks, the warriors are knocked down like wheat. If things go on like this, even if Tom is better at fighting, he will be unable to save himself.

After defeat, the dungeon will definitely not be cleared: what the goddess wants is blood and victory! You can't do anything with just blood!

So Tom:

"Transform - Roar!" A huge three-headed dog appeared on the battlefield, and the strong men and warriors around him were knocked away by it, and they were all reduced to dust under its claws.

"Great Druid!" The enemies around him screamed and ran away, and the warriors around Tom also cheered.

Tom's huge size enhanced his combat power, but also attracted more firepower, flying rocks, and even spells, but these were nothing to the rough-skinned and fleshy three-headed dog.

After getting higher, Tom could see the battlefield situation more clearly. He saw the priest who was protected by the warriors. She was a woman dressed very strangely. The woman's clothes seemed to be all strips of cloth, and her face was painted with strange oil paint. Tom rushed towards her.

"As long as she is dealt with, the dungeon can be cleared, right?"

Seeing Tom charging towards the enemy high priest, Tom's chief also personally went into battle, leading his bodyguard warriors and the remaining chariots to clear the way for him.

With flesh and blood flying all the way, Tom took the lead in the charge, breaking the chaotic battle situation and approaching the enemy high priest.

The other party's high priest fired several wind blades and fireballs in succession, but Tom dodged them all. Seeing that Tom was getting closer and closer to her, she also chanted a series of strange tunes. Immediately, dense scales grew on her skin, her eyes became elongated, and the tongue in her mouth became like a snake core.

The high priest swooped towards Tom.

The two sides moved away from a piece of land in a tacit understanding, allowing the mages of the two armies to engage in hand-to-hand combat.

Tom crashed into the high priest like a car. The priest did not dare to resist and jumped up directly. His slender limbs hung directly on Tom's back and entered the blind spot of his vision. Tom jumped up and down, but he couldn't get rid of this candy-like priest.

Then the priest's nails began to grow longer and penetrated deeply into the muscles of Tom's back. Under the blessing of the spell, Tom's blood flowed profusely. At the same time, the priest also put his mouth up and began to suck Tom's blood.

Tom's breath was weakening little by little. If this continues, Tom will be sucked to death. Tom realized this, so he was cruel and rolled directly into a ball of flames.

In an instant, a raging fire ignited on Tom's back, and the priest on his back was also enveloped in flames, letting out a shrill scream. She wanted to jump off her back, but the nails she had just inserted were too deep and got stuck in the bones, so she could only endure the burning on Tom's back with Tom. Soon, the thin-skinned and tender-meat priest turned into charcoal, while Tom's whole body was on fire and he was running around as if he were in an uninhabited land. Wherever he went, people and ghosts appeared.

The opponent's morale collapsed, and the entire army collapsed instantly. Tom was victorious.

[Clear the copy! 】

These were the last words that popped into his mind before he passed out.

A big chapter of 4000 words!

【End of this volume】