There are ruins around, ruins, broken limbs and arms full of the breath of killing. Everything you see is cruel. The scene of the battle at that time can still appear in your mind.

The air is filled with the smell of gunpowder, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

The soldiers pushed the undead city-breaking hammers and corpse-casting machines into the trenches burning with flames. This is the best way to purify these filthy things. The corpses of zombies and ghouls are also treated in this way.

The battlefield was full of corpses twisted with the skeleton soldiers. Some could still tell the appearance, but more had already separated, leaving only broken parts. These soldiers were basically dead on the way to attack the Boulvik Cemetery. They built an indestructible line of defense with their flesh and blood.

The smell of blood and smoke gathered together, and the strange stench was disgusting.

Players endured the feeling of vomiting, immersed in the reality of the game, and had an unconcealable respect for the dead NPCs in their hearts.

The soldiers managed to clear a path from the corpse, and were always on guard against the sudden counterattack of undead spirits, and search for possible missing wounded soldiers. Players are the most adept at this, they can see the blood bars.

A group of knights hurriedly walked past the gate of the Emerald Fortress with stretchers. They held torches in their hands. The flames shone brightly in the darkness, but were blown by the night wind.

At midnight, the soldiers carried stretchers covered with white cloth into the fortress. On a stone road leading to the schoolyard, there were solemn knights standing on both sides of the left and right. They were covered in armor and their sword blades were frosted in the cold wind. They placed their right hands on their chests and bowed their heads to salute the deceased soldiers.

The bodies of North Wind Duke O'Engel and champion Cavalier Hophis are at the end of the team.

Their remains were not covered by white cloth, and six earth knights wearing silver armor and black shields were carrying them.

A circle of paradise grass symbolizing rebirth in the Pure Land was placed next to the stretcher. The knights in the road watched the hero's remains. Luen squatted on the ground with his head in his arms, crying in silence.

"I really miss the days when this unscrupulous guy discusses his wife with me." Cramont looked at Hao Feis' body and sighed:

"Although I don't agree with his aesthetic sense, he is indeed a person with a good personality. Even the most ordinary soldier can call him brothers."

"Who said no?" someone whispered.

The group continued to move forward until they arrived at the high platform in the center of the schoolyard. During the day, they were used to treat soldiers. At night, a trench burning fire was built to bury the heroes.

"Send the heroes to the road!"

Cramon stood on the platform and roared.

The soldiers took two steps forward and gently placed the body covered with white cloth into the trench. The fire engulfed the body, crackling, and everyone watched the scene silently until the end, the remains of the Duke of North Wind O'Engel were also swallowed by the flames.

It was not until the dawn dawn emerged from the dark clouds that the flames in the trench gradually faded.

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

The mage supported the windproof barrier, and the soldiers took out the soldiers' ashes with shovels, put them in urns and took them back to their hometowns, and returned the salary and ashes to the families of the soldiers who died in battle according to the roster.

The remaining ashes were taken to the tallest tower of the Emerald Fortress and scattered on the battlefield with the wind.

On the wall of the Emerald Fortress, a group of players looked at the rising sun and sighed. Occasionally, there were faint conversations, but they were all broken into the howling wind on the fortress.

"Sir, what are they sighing?"

Mia stood beside her unselfish people and looked at the group of players with sad faces in confusion.

The war has ended, and these adults are still immortal people. She doesn't understand why these adults still look heartbroken.

Are they sad for the dead warriors?

What a group of people with temperament.

Don't do human affairs: "Their entourage is dead."

"Oh..." Mia nodded clearly. Looking at the sighing alien warriors, she felt warm and moved.

To put it bluntly, the entourage is a existence similar to a servant.

Whether it is out of the mentality of worshiping the strong or seeking protection, becoming a follower.

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

They also do all kinds of errands, and there is no reward.

"So, will the adults be sad for me if I die?" Mia turned her head, her bright big eyes looked at the unconsciousness in front of her, as if she was brave, but in fact her two little hands had quietly pinched the hem of her clothes.

He glanced at Mia without doing anything.

For the first time, he found that his follower's eyes were so bright, and he shone with lights of hope and hope under the dawn.

"Yes."

He touched his nose uncomfortable.

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

He is obviously a straight man.

But why is Mia's face whiter and tenderer than many girls, and rosy and sensual.

If it weren't for the Adam's apple.

He might really think Mia is a girl.

He had used the appraisal technique quietly, but the appraisal technique did not show Mia's gender. Sometimes he would even think randomly if he didn't do human affairs. Mia wouldn't be a shemale...

"Thank you, sir."

After getting the answer I wanted, Mia's eyes burst into more dazzling brilliance, which was even more beautiful than the dewdrops bathed in the morning light.

This made people look away from their eyes uneasy without doing human affairs.

"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. Although there was a smile on the corner of her mouth, she didn't look like she was joking.

"Forget it, the undead is so ugly...I dislike it..."

He sneered without doing anything.

"Ah? How can this be done!"

...

...

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

In the nearly month of throne competition.

Metton's second prince eventually killed his four brothers and won the throne.

This result surprised many Meton nobles who were watching tiger fights on the mountain.

Because the second prince seemed to them a rude and tyrannical warrior.

Apart from having enough force, he can't do anything related to his brain.

Of course they didn't know that behind the Second Prince was a superb staff.
Chapter completed!