Surrounded by broken walls, dilapidated ruins, broken limbs and arms filled with the smell of killing, everything you see is cruel, and the image of Chanyeol fighting at that time can still vaguely appear in your mind.

The air is filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke, which makes people's nose uncomfortable.

The soldiers pushed the undead battering rams and corpse-throwing machines into the trenches burning with flames. This was the best way to purify these filthy things. The corpses of zombies and ghouls were also treated in this way.

The battlefield is littered with corpses twisted together with skeletal soldiers. Some of them can still be distinguished, but most of them have been separated, leaving only broken parts. These soldiers basically died in the attack on Bolvik Necropolis.

Along the way, they used their flesh and blood to build an indestructible line of defense.

The smell of blood and gunpowder smoke condensed together, and the weird stench was nauseating.

The players resisted the feeling of vomiting. They were immersed in the reality of the game and had an unconcealable respect for the dead NPCs in their hearts.

The soldiers try to clear a path among the corpses, and are always prepared for a sudden counterattack by the undead souls who are not dead, and search for wounded soldiers that may have been missed. Players are best at this, and they can see the health bar.

A group of knights carrying stretchers hurried past the gate of the Emerald Fortress. They held torches in their hands. The flames shone brightly in the darkness, but were swayed left and right by the night wind.

At midnight, soldiers carried stretchers covered with white cloth into the fortress. On a stone road leading to the school grounds, knights with solemn expressions stood on both sides. They were all in armor, and their sword blades were frosted in the cold wind. They put their right hands on

Put it on your chest and bow your head to salute the fallen warriors.

The bodies of North Wind Duke Orengor and Champion Knight Haofeis are at the end of the queue.

Their remains were not covered by white cloth, and they were carried by six earth knights wearing silver armor and carrying black shields on their backs.

Next to the stretcher was a circle of paradise grass, which symbolized the pure land of the afterlife. The knights lined the street looked at the hero's remains. Rune squatted on the ground holding his head, sobbing.

"I really miss the days when this ungrateful guy discussed wives with me." Clemon looked at Hao Feisi's body and sighed:

"Although I don't agree with his aesthetics, he is indeed a person with a very good character. Even the most ordinary soldiers can be brothers with him."

"Who says it's not?" Someone echoed softly.

The group of people continued to move forward until they came to the high platform in the center of the school field. During the day, this place was used to treat soldiers. At night, a flaming trench had been built here for the burial of heroic spirits. Junqu Pavilion

"Send the hero on his way!"

Clemont stood on the high platform and roared angrily.

The soldiers took two steps forward and gently put the body covered with white cloth into the trench. The fire engulfed the body and made a crackling sound. Everyone watched this scene in silence until the end, the remains of Duke Orengel of the North Wind.

Also engulfed in flames.

It wasn't until the dawn of dawn emerged from the dark clouds that the flames in the trench gradually extinguished.

The ashes of the fallen soldiers lay quietly in the trench, as white as frost and snow.

The mage held up the windproof barrier, and the soldiers used shovels to take out the ashes of the soldiers, put them into urns one by one, and took them back to their hometowns. According to the roster, the generals' salaries and ashes were returned to the families of the soldiers who died in the battle.

The remaining ashes that could not be filled were taken to the highest tower of the Emerald Fortress and scattered on the battlefield in the wind.

On the walls of the Emerald Fortress, a group of players stared gloomily at the rising sun and sighed. Occasionally, faint sounds of conversation could be heard, but they were all crushed by the howling wind on the fortress.

"Sir, what are they sighing about?"

Mia stood beside the indifferent person, looking at the group of sad-looking players with confusion.

The war was over, and these adults were still immortal beings. She didn't understand why these adults still looked so heartbroken.

Are they grieving for the dead soldiers?

What a group of temperamental people.

Not doing human things: "Their followers are dead."

"Oh..." Mia nodded understandingly. Looking at the sighing alien warriors, she felt warm and a little touched.

The ugly thing about followers is that they exist like servants.

Whether you become a follower out of worship of the strong or seeking asylum.

When facing danger, they must stand in front of their master.

They usually do all kinds of errands without any pay.

"So, if I die, will you feel sorry for me?" Mia turned her head and looked at the inhumane person in front of her with her bright big eyes without blinking. She looked brave, but in fact her two little hands were already dead.

He quietly squeezed the hem of his clothes.

He glanced at Mia indifferently.

For the first time, he discovered that the eyes of his follower were so bright, shining with the light of expectation and hope in the morning light.

"Yes."

He touched his nose uncomfortably.

I don't know why the atmosphere gradually became anxious.

Obviously he is a straight man.

But why is it that Mia's face is fairer, rosy, and dewy than many girls?

If it weren't for having an Adam's apple.

He might really think Mia is a girl.

He has secretly used the identification technique a long time ago, but the identification technique does not reveal Mia's gender. Sometimes he will even think wildly if he is not doing things. Is Mia a transvestite?

"Thank you, my lord."

After getting the answer she wanted, Mia's eyes bloomed with a more dazzling brilliance, more beautiful than the dewdrops bathed in the morning sun.

This made Wu Dorenshi look away uncomfortably.

"grown ups!"

"Um?"

"I will always follow you!"

"Just live well..."

"If I die, I will become an undead and continue to follow you." Mia's eyes were firm, and although there was a smile on the corner of her mouth, it didn't look like she was joking.

"Forget it, the undead are too ugly... I hate it..."

He curled his lips indifferently.

"Ah? How can this be done!"

…

…

The next day, news of King Merton's death was delivered to the Emerald Fortress.

In the nearly month-long battle for the throne.

The second prince of Merton eventually killed his four brothers to gain the throne.

This result surprised many Mayton nobles who were sitting on the mountain watching the fight between tigers and tigers.

Because the second prince seemed to them to be a rough and cruel warrior.

Apart from his physical strength, he is not good at anything related to his brain.

Of course they didn't know that behind the second prince stood a highly skilled staff member.
Chapter completed!