"Damn it…You little brat! I'm going to kill you!"
Tyrell's eyes turned red from anger and he completely lost his mind.
Beard was very important to Celts. Having one's beard cut off was a huge humiliation, not to mention that Terrell was in front of a bunch of fellow Celts.
In his berserk state, Terrell no longer cared about anything else. Originally, he did not have any intention of killing Setenda, but now, all he could think of was to kill Setenda.
Setenda frowned. He had intentionally moved his sword a few inches away from his opponent's throat to spare his life, but he did not expect him to be so ungrateful.
Tyrell was indeed strong, only in terms of soldiers. In Ulster, at most, a large number of small warriors would die in a battle.
Tyrell, who was rushing over, quickly closed the distance between them. He raised his sword again.
"Stop…"
A dignified voice came from the inside of the fortress. Hearing the lingering sound, the warriors all quieted down. Even Tyrell stopped moving.
However, it was hard to say whether he stopped because Setenda's sword was pointed at his throat or because he heard the sound. Cold sweat broke out on Terrell's forehead. The axe was hanging an arm's length away from Setenda's right side. There was no doubt that Setenda's sword would pierce Terrell's throat first.
You asked why he was a spearman and why he suddenly used a sword? Fergus was the strongest among the people who taught him martial arts in Ulster, and Fergus was best at swordsmanship.
"All of you, move aside and let him come and see me.”
Upon hearing the order, the shirtless warriors automatically separated into two rows. Tyrell snorted and walked into the ranks unwillingly.
There was a large door inside the fortress, guarded by two powerful spear-wielding warriors. When they saw Setenda walking over, they moved aside.
After entering the room, Setenda saw many murals carved on the walls. The contents were all about various soldiers engaged in fierce battles. It was as if he could feel the killing intent inside. Sitting on the black throne at the end was a burly man wearing a heavy Celtic-style metal helmet. He was wearing heavy armor, forming a sharp contrast with the shirtless burly man outside.
He was very strong. Setenda knew that he was very strong when he saw the pitch-black armor and the aura of war emitted from his body. Perhaps he was stronger than his adoptive father Fergus.
However, at the same time, it was also very weak. It was not because Setenda had a system on him that he made such a judgment. The functions of this system were basically under maintenance and could not be used.
Setenda felt that he was weak because the aura of the War God in front of him was only slightly stronger than Fergus. It was too strange. The God of War was an important priesthood in any God System. Those who could hold the position of War God were at least the best among the God Systems.
Athena of Greece was almost comparable to Zeus, and Tyr, the God of War of Northern Europe, was not much weaker…Why was this War God only slightly stronger than Hero? This was clearly its home ground, Fairyland.
Speaking of which, the name Donar did not have much of a presence in the mythology of the Celts. Whenever Setenda's master was mentioned, he would only mention Skaha.
"Son of Lugar, I have long heard of your name. Welcome to this place to learn from your master. I can see that your strength is already quite impressive, but you can improve a step further with me.”
"Then I'll be looking forward to the War God's guidance.”Setenda bowed slightly as a form of respect for this fellow who seemed to be a god.
"God of War? Forget it, I'm just a martial artist now. Come with me.”
Donar stood up. He looked slightly shorter than Tyrell, who was nearly two meters tall. His voice sounded both middle-aged and old, and his face was covered by a helmet.
When they saw Donar leading Setenda out of the door, the shirtless warriors were all shocked. They half-knelt and bowed to Donar.
"Get up. From today onwards, he will be your study partner..."“
"Lord Donar actually accepted such a child as his disciple…"
The shirtless warriors looked at each other and were shocked. They had suffered a lot when they came to find Donar to learn from him, but Setenda was so easily accepted by Donar, which made them feel very unfair.
"Yo, everyone, we have to work hard together in the future.”Setenda greeted the shirtless warriors with a carefree expression.
Soon, his training life in the War God Donar's place began. Compared to the training in the martial arts students 'place, it was much more difficult.
The martial arts students only trained for 4 - 6 hours a day, and a lot of time was spent playing sports like lacrosse. On the other hand, Tony trained for real, at least 16 hours a day.
However, there seemed to be some special magic in Fairyland that could speed up the recovery of injuries and replenish physical strength, allowing the warriors here to maintain their energy for training. Otherwise, even a demigod like Setenda would not be able to withstand it.
Soon, three months passed.
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