In the first month of the first year of the Age of Chaos, in just one month, following the defeat of the Salander Sultanate, the second human kingdom, the Kingdom of Norson, fell immediately, and the last city, the city of Sargs, fell into the hands of the elves. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The flames of war are getting bigger and bigger, and at the end of January, the fire of war has burned to Longxin City, the capital of the Fire Dragon Kingdom, and the Swadia Kingdom has been embattled.

The Great Alliance of the Hundred Clans, led by the four giants of the Holy See of Light, the Demon Race, the Beast Clan, and the Elf Clan, was established on the last day of the first month, and immediately, an army of millions besieged Longxin City, the capital of the Fire Dragon Kingdom.

Para City, City Building, Three-Storey Town Building.

Ye Xiaofei sighed, slowly put the report back on the table, got up, and looked south from the window, as if he could see that the human race in dire straits was being bullied by hundreds of tribes.

"Lord Marquis," Pami pushed the door in, looking solemn. He was happy for Ye Xiaofei to regain his strength, but today, it was a day to pay tribute to the 140,000 souls who had not returned.

"Everything is ready."

Today, the city of Para is crowded with hundreds of thousands of civilians, and the refugee camps are built ten miles outside the city walls.

A team of knights was already waiting downstairs, Ye Xiaofei had just come downstairs, and he punched his chest with his fist, his eyes looked at him feverishly, and he suppressed a low roar: "My subordinates have seen Lord Marquis!" ”

"The capital is dead, and there is still a marquis there?" Ye Xiaofei said lightly, revealing a sense of sadness, "Now, we are the servant army of the Elven Kingdom, the word Marquis, don't mention it again." ”

Ye Xiaofei was afraid that if these words reached the Elven Royal Court, it would cause trouble to Ye Xiaodie, after all, now it was a hundred clans fighting the human race, and they were just lucky to avoid the war, but it didn't mean that they would always be so calm and stable.

Outside the city, there was a sea of people, and on the Temple of Heaven, the mourning platform was waiting quietly.

Although there are hundreds of thousands of people, in addition to the unbearable choking, the sound of the wind blowing the leaves can be heard.

Memorial! but cannot correct the name.

Ye Xiaofei shook his head painfully, and climbed the stairs, a hundred stone steps, like a ladder to heaven. With each step he took, he felt more guilty.

On the battlefield, he could give orders one after another with a blank face, watching the soldiers fall in front of him without moving.

On the battlefield, he always thought of the looking back of the soldiers before he died, but he didn't even have the courage to face them. He was defeated, the city of Suggs was broken, the king was captured, the blood they squandered was cold, the lives they sacrificed were dissipated, and their persistent persistence was exchanged for defeat.

"Boss, are you alright?" Pami Road.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Ye Xiaofei, who was left and right, hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and was worried when she saw his pale face.

"It's okay," Ye Xiaofei took a deep breath, and his cold hand touched Ye Xiaodie's jade hand before he felt a trace of warmth.

Climb the stairs.

The altar, ninety-nine meters, displays the sacrifices of a hundred beasts, grains and grains, a huge tripod in the middle, incense is like a cloud, the candle flame is prosperous, this is the scale of the sacrifice to the sky. Ye Xiaofei was happy, although it was said that the dead were great, but only the king could hold the sacrifice to the sky, and the object could only be the sky, not the dead person.

Everyone understands the ceremony, but no one objects, this is a tribute to the 140,000 soldiers who died in the heroic spirits, bigger than the sky.

A pure black buffalo was brought to the Juding, the most important sacrifice.

Ye Xiaofei drew the Spirit Sword, slashed off the head of the buffalo, and let the blood spurt out, extinguishing all the incense in the giant ding, and putting the severed head in the center of the best.

"Sacrifice! The Heroic Spirit endures! ”

One of the sacrifices roared loudly, and then the others sounded loudly, and the same sentence sounded from the ninety-nine-meter-high altar: Sacrifice! The Heroic Spirit endures!

Hundreds of thousands of civilians knelt on the ground one after another, with white flowers in a radius of dozens of miles, like heavy snow in spring, frozen for hundreds of miles.

Ye Xiaofei bowed three times and bowed nine times, bursting into tears.

Under the altar, there was already a cry, 140,000 soldiers, almost all the labor force of the city of Para, and the city of Para, which was less than a million civilians, was stunned to draw out 180,000 expeditionary troops, and the conscription ratio reached a terrifying five to one. The elderly, children, women and children, men. Now only the elderly, children, women and children, the old do not know what to rely on, the young do not know what to raise, and the women and children are at a loss for the future. The loss of 140,000 men is not just a bad news for one person, but a nightmare for the entire city.

"Sacrifice!"

Ye Xiaofei got up, faced the people, and began to state the eulogy, every time he said a word, someone passed the relay, and a deafening sound suddenly sounded in the crowd.

"Sacrifice--"

Ye Xiaofei let the tears roll down:

Mian Mian is intentional, the hatred is silent, and the yellow flowers are locked in tears everywhere.

The high mound should hide the loyal bones, and thousands of jade pieces are broken.

The first country of reincarnation is broken, the old mountains and rivers, and the jackal fiefdom --

Bloody day, broken dragon cliff, pine fire washes the clouds and disappears green――――

The ghost fire is clearly closed, the soul is broken, and the west wind is faintly roaring.

Cracked into the fishy peak, the corpse has no regrets for a hundred miles――――

Save the country and save the people, the body is still alive, throughout the ages, the heroic spirit lives forever.

The surviving Ye Xiaofei. Sacrifice, one hundred and thirty-seven thousand eight hundred and fifty-one heroic souls.

And all the nations wept and mourned to heaven. Rolling drawers, like the howl of the yin wind, ghosts crying in the world, and the souls of the dead are bursting, like dark clouds covering the sun. In an instant, the clear sky was full of dark clouds, a spring thunder clicked, and the endless drizzle fell suddenly, as if the sky was crying with them.

Shout――――――

In the rolling dark clouds, there seemed to be a chorus of shouts, as if they were coming to the battlefield again, a group of soldiers 'shouted', and then charged without regrets, every roar was a desperate charge, the last voice of a revenant. This obsession has not dissipated even after it is dead.

"Ding!" A sudden voice broke Ye Xiaofei's illusory state.

"Ding!" The realm spirit system stabbed three times in a row, pulling Ye Xiaofei back to reality, and congratulated: "Ding! The battle of the host Broken Dragon Cliff moved the heavens and the earth, and all ghosts howled, and were called by the host's priest, and all souls were placed. Here, the host is given the Sacrifice Heroic Spirit Tower, and the heroic soul is returned to its soul to avoid the harm of lonely souls and wild ghosts. ”

Rolling black clouds, a dense purple light rushed into the sky, and fell on the ninety-nine-meter altar.

Ten thousand souls, souls return to the purple pillar of light.

Sunny day, everyday. Everything was like an illusion, and the warm spring sun once again shone on the land, leaving only hundreds of thousands of civilians full of surprise and incredulity. And on the altar, Ye Xiaofei has long been lost.

"Sacrifice to the spirit, Bi--"

Pami hurriedly came forward and shouted, he didn't know that Ye Xiaofei disappeared out of thin air and went there.

The crowd was surging, the words were terrifying, and suddenly, there were many discussions, some said that Ye Xiaofei was summoned by that god, and some said that Ye Xiaofei was reincarnated by what god, and one version of the legend instantly occupied all the taverns and the front page headlines in Pala City.