Chapter 342

"...I had hopes that I shouldn't have, so I let the coalition forces of those clans kill me."

"I thought before I died that as time goes by, the goblins will confess their sins and they will all become good goblins."

"...and as long as goblins still exist, the British Isles will exist, and the future I most hope for will appear. Even if the price is my life, I think it is worth it."

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"It wasn't until six thousand years later, Master, that you summoned another me from the history of pan-humanity, and she handed me the information and memories of the future, that I realized how stupid my behavior was."

"...the goblins have not repented. They will die in the great disaster four thousand years later, and the island of Britain will be destroyed with the death of the goblins."

"The mission of the paradise has been completed in another form, but this is not the ending I want. What I want is the existence of the British Island!"

Morgan tightened her grip on the gun staff in her hand, and looked forward. Not far from Onik City, there was a towering giant tree.

That is the Fantasy Tree, and in this fairy kingdom, it is called the World Tree.

"I'm going to give the goblin another four thousand years of chance. If it succeeds, it's the best. If it doesn't, I will choose the last path!"

Morgan slowly turned around, stretched out her slender jade hands towards Xixiang, and said with sincere eyes and clear voice:

"...Master, please, accompany me through these four thousand years!"

Xixiang looked at Morgan's hand. It was white and transparent in the sun, and the skin was as clear as water, as if it were an indescribably beautiful jade.

Xixiang slowly raised his hand, held her delicate palm, and said to Morgan with a smile: "...Four thousand years is a long time."

"...If you want me to accompany you for four thousand years, Morgan, you have to give me some benefits, right?"

He winked, a little playfully.

However, Morgan thought about it seriously. She looked at Xixiang. Her charming big eyes were full of charm, like water mist, with charming charm rippling in them. She opened her red lips and said:

"...I am willing to rule this Britain with you, Master!" Door.

Chapter 14 Life with Morgan

As the northernmost city in the British Isles, Onik seems to have been of great significance from the beginning.

Except for what the goblins call the World Tree, it is actually the Fantasy Tree. The foundation of this fantasy world is located near the ruins of Onik City.

In the swamp outside Onik City, there is also a huge dragon skeleton.

"That's the Dragon of Albion, the last purebred dragon in the world."

"...When the great source of the ancient era began to fade, the Dragon of Albion missed the opportunity to return to the Inner Sea of ​​Stars."

"So it hoped to use its claws to cut open the earth and open a passage to the Star Inner Sea, but it finally fell here and turned into this piece of withered bones."

In the muddy swamp, most of the hundred-meter-long dragon skeleton sank into the mire. Perhaps the fall of the last purebred dragon brought unimaginable filth and curse.

Few goblins dare to approach this quagmire, just like goblins dare not face the poison of Morse.

Even though "Zero Three Three" has experienced thousands of years, the remains of Albion, the last purebred dragon, remain intact without any damage.

Even its keel is extremely mysterious.

"Albion is ancient Greek and is also the oldest name for the British Isles. The British Isles was originally called Albion."

Saigo stared at the huge dragon bone, which told the knowledge of pan-human history. This is history that Britain in the Lost Belt does not have.

Standing on the edge of the muddy swamp, Xixiang's eyes gradually shifted, looking from the lifeless keel to the deeper parts of the swamp.

There is a strange life being nurtured there, a species that is a mixture of Albion's last life and genes. It is sinking in the mire, waiting for the day of resurrection.

It's just that this descendant of the dragon is just an embryo now, and it will take a long time until it is fully born.

Looking back, Xixiang looked at Morgan, who was wearing a soft hat, a cape, and a double-breasted formal skirt, revealing a pair of plump black silk legs.

Morgan held the gun staff in his hand, his eyes were deep and cold, his beautiful face was agile and flawless, and his graceful body seemed to be a gift from the Creator.

She is the fairy of paradise, coming from the inner sea of ​​stars. To a certain extent, Morgan is also the perfect creature bred by this planet.

"Almost no one will come to this swamp with Albion's corpse. We are looking for a remote place, set up a hidden magic, and then sleep here."

"...What do you think, Master?"

Morgan looked at Xixiang with her cold, crystal-like eyes, revealing a bright and charming smile.

"Okay, Morgan, now that you have made a decision, go ahead and do what you want."

Xixiang always wears a long black coat with gold trim. He is always elegant and like a gentleman. He has a faint smile on his lips and rarely shows too strong emotions.

After getting Xixiang's consent, Morgan started to get busy.

She mines trees with magic, builds treehouses with magic, and makes furniture with magic.

It didn't take long for her to build a cabin in the forest near Albion's body.

However, the master and servant did not fall into a deep sleep.

They lived in this small but well-equipped wooden house. They collected fruits and hunted wild animals during the day, drank dew in the morning, and ate fallen flowers at night. They lived the most peaceful and primitive life.

It was as if Morgan had forgotten his obsessions and wishes here, as if those disgusting goblins in Britain no longer existed, and there were only two of them left in the world.

"Master, what do you think of the food I made?"

"Yes, he is very talented as a British person. He can barely kill people by eating them."

"..."

"Master, please tell me another story about the history of metahumanity."

"Don't you have memories from Morgan, the metahuman history? Why do you still need me to tell you stories? Are you a three-year-old child?"

"But the other me only has memories of the British Isles around 500 AD, and she doesn't know the development of pan-human history after that."

"Well, since you want to hear it, I'll tell you a story."

"..."

"Master, the British Isles were clearly occupied by the Anglo-Saxons in the end, so why do you still promote the story of King Arthur, a Celtic man?"

"Maybe it's because of a brain disease, but it's also because of this that many generations of rulers in Britain have the opportunity to be called King Arthur, but they would rather be called Charlie or George than Arthur."

"...After all, King Arthur led the Knights of the Round Table to resist the Saxons. Anyone who wants to be called King Arthur will die miserably, but Morgan, you don't seem to care about who rules the British Isles."

"All I care about is the island of Britain, not who rules it."

"..."

This was the most peaceful and stable time for both Xixiang and Morgan.

It was rare for Xixiang to have leisure time. Anyway, after he came to this world, he began to repair his 'weak spirit'.

He had a premonition that he would stay in this world for a long time, even if most of the time would be spent in deep sleep.

And this time is enough for him to completely repair his spirit, and he doesn't even need to complete it with a big ceremony when he finally upgrades to two digits...

This is also thanks to the power of the Halloween Queen's realm. She changed the realm of time and space, making the time speed of this world slow down, and Saigo created a lot of vacancy.

Xixiang and Morgan lived like this for an unknown amount of time, with men farming and women weaving. Finally one day, Morgan decided to go to sleep.

It was raining heavily outside, and because this forest cabin was blessed with magic, it was always in danger of decay.

A small lamp was lit in the room, and Morgan just leaned in Xixiang's arms, looking out the window at the dark swamps and jungles with him.

The weak candlelight illuminated half of Morgan's beautiful face, leaving a few shadows of light. She seemed to have made up her mind, her eyelashes fluttered like butterflies, and she sighed softly:

"... Such peaceful days almost made me forget my purpose."

"Master, it's time to sleep. If you waste time like this, I'm afraid your life will pass meaninglessly."

"... Even if you are an excellent magician and have various means to extend your life, in the end, no fairy can live longer."

"Especially since I am a fairy in the paradise, I have no lifespan limit. I don't want to let you, Master, waste your time because of my willfulness."

Morgan didn't know how special Saigo was and always thought he was an excellent magician.

Even in the various battles and wars in the British Isles to eliminate the great disaster, Saigo only used some magic. Most of the time, he ordered Morgan to fight as the master.

The back of Xixiang's fingers caressed Morgan's delicate white face. If she had a face as beautiful as jade, her pretty face would not have a single flaw and would be smoother than the finest silk.

He didn't explain the difference. He just rested his chin on Morgan's thin shoulders, looked at her crystal-clear ears, and said with a smile:

"...This period of life with you Morgan by my side is not meaningless."

"But I still say that, now that you have made a decision, go ahead and do it."

Morgan said softly, and she almost rubbed her delicate body into Xixiang's body.

She leaned her head against Xixiang's chest, hugged his waist tightly, closed her eyes and whispered softly: "...Good night, Master!"

"Good night, Vivian the Fairy of the Lake, and Morgan Le Fay the Fairy from Paradise!"

Huge ice crystals wrapped Xixiang and Morgan in it, like a piece of amber from ancient times.

The spring, summer, autumn and winter in the outside world just pass in the blink of an eye.

Chapter 15: Thousands of years later, the great god Odin

After three thousand years of goblin history, a great disaster comes again every thousand years.

In this millennium, the Redeemer Ash and her husband appeared again in the history of the Fairy Calendar.

They overcame difficulties and obstacles and once again led the elf coalition to defeat the catastrophe, interpreting their name as saviors.

After saving the goblin, the savior once again disappeared into the long river of history just like he did thousands of years ago.

Of course, this is only the artificially compiled history spread in the Fairy Kingdom.

The real history is that after Morgan defeated this catastrophe, he was betrayed by the goblin again.

She and her husband were thrown into the water prison by the goblins. In the dark and cold water prison, and amid the laughter of the goblins, they died painfully in the cold prison.

But this time, what was thrown into prison by the goblin was still just a phantom created by Morgan.

Faced with the goblin's betrayal again, Morgan was much calmer than she had been a thousand years ago. She had expected this result.

Morgan did not feel any pain or sadness, because she had made up her mind and gave the goblin a deadline when the goblin had reached the 4000th year.

Four major 28 disasters, that is, four thousand years. If the goblin did not repent of her sins, she would rule Britain in her own way.

This was Morgan's last mercy, mercy to the goblins here.

Morgan tiredly returned to the hut near Onik City with Xixiang. A thousand years later, the ruins of Onik City were no longer there.

But for Morgan, that simple wooden house was her real home.

The two spent a few years of peaceful and happy life together as they had in the past, and finally continued to sleep under the magic of Morgan's "coffin", waiting for the next thousand years.

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After two thousand years of the goblin calendar, the third millennium disaster that Morgan experienced came as promised.

But this time is different from the past, because the northern fairies who were once exiled outside the British Isles returned to Britain under the leadership of Queen Mab, vowing to avenge the failed war four thousand years ago.

The "Summer War" broke out!

Now, after two thousand years of the fairy calendar, the Great Disaster and the Summer War came at the same time.

The entire British Isles were devastated, wars were raging, and peace became a luxury. Fairies died every moment, and the British Isles were expanding outward under the piles of fairy corpses every moment.

This time, Morgan faced even greater difficulties, but she did not back down. She still experienced the pilgrimage as in the past, rang the bone bell, and intervened as a savior.

This is Morgan's third pilgrimage to ring the bone bell. Every pilgrimage will give her the power from paradise.

After three consecutive times, Morgan's power has expanded to an incredible level, even close to the real "Yaling".

Fairies in Paradise are also strong and weak. Morgan is not very weak among the fairies in Paradise, but not very strong either.

Compared with the six Ya Lings, the ancestors of the six major clans, Morgan's power is actually inferior.

You should know that the six Ya Lings are capable of using the fire of the planet and forging the holy sword of the star. They themselves represent the organs of the planet and are part of the planet.

As the fairy of the lake, Vivian, Morgan's mission is only to hand over the holy sword to the king, which is a big gap compared to the star organ that can forge the holy sword.

However, after three consecutive pilgrimages, Morgan, as a fairy in Paradise, has changed in nature and began to be infinitely close to the original Ya Ling.

And in this pilgrimage and facing the disaster, Xixiang and Morgan finally have a new companion, although that companion is uninvited.

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On the Salisbury Plain, Queen Mab, the leader of the northern fairies, led her army and was fighting with the southern fairies of the five major clans.