There are only two things that happen when the Spartans go into battle: either the enemy steps over our corpse, or we step over the enemy's corpse.

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The refreshing evening breeze blows, and the twilight gradually fades.

Smelling the smell of the approaching rainy season, Sparta became more and more quiet after the battle. As night fell, the coolness hit, making Aaron feel a hint of autumn.

"Summer is coming to an end, and autumn is coming."

The flowers begin to shrivel and the grass loses its luster. Compared to other species of leaves, only the olive trees cultivated in Sparta remained unchanged, with evergreen leaves, only slightly dull blue, and the breeze blew to make the whole tree appear silvery shiny.

With the arrival of the rainy season, the blue sky will suddenly turn its face and reveal a sinister color. Smelling the fishy smell in the air, Aaron subconsciously felt that it should rain tonight.

Black eyelashes, slightly closed eyes, as Aaron's gaze grew, whether it was the black laborers, the free people, and the dwarfs who kept walking into Sparta, whether they believed it or not, the corpse of the wyvern was there, and the heroic Spartans had completed a feat of slaying the dragon, killing an abyssal insect that was too strong in their perception to be matched.

"Spartan residential complex, 3 stars for damage, 9 stars for population loyalty, 8 stars for joy, and 12 stars for security."

As the data suggests, every slave and freeman who passed in front of the dragon's corpse felt like a thousand pounds of weight was weighing on their chests.

Especially seeing the flying dragon's exploding eyes, the shattered skull, and the tragic death of the entire body, everyone's faces were so terrified that there was no blood at all, just staring back and forth at the Spartan Holy Order soldiers around the square, their eyes flashing incessantly.

It is undeniable that such a deterrent effect has raised the authority of the Spartan king, which was established on the back of the flying dragon, to an unprecedented height, and greatly reduced the possibility of slave revolt.

It's just that what to do with the body of this wyvern seems to be inexperienced to Aaron.

The Zhurong tribe was an ancient people at the bottom of the mountain, and the old Xianshan suggested to Aaron, "My king! Wyvern's scales, the world's toughest defense, would be the best known material to make armor. There are also bones on the body of the flying dragon, which is also an excellent choice for making bows and arrows...... But these are not the main ones. My king, I suggest you eat the heart of the dragon, because that is the unique treasure of the dragon! ”

Xianshan's enthusiastic eyes were blazing like a blacksmith's furnace, and it was obvious from the serious expression on his face that it was not a joke.

It seems that when it comes to the Abyssal Worm, almost every savage tribe has the same perception, "Wyverns are the most powerful, ferocious, and bloody Sky Lord in the world, and the most terrifying creature known. ”

As well as other legends, for example, eating the flesh of a wyvern makes a person stronger, eating a wyvern's tongue can make a person win any argument, smearing dragon's blood on the skin, curing any disease, and so on.

Just eating the heart of the wyvern, which made Aaron's silver eyes condense two questions. Obviously, he didn't quite believe that eating the heart of a beast would lead to any treasure. But with an attitude of improving the food, he agreed, and added a dish based on the heart of a dragon to the dinner menu to reward the Spartan warriors who had shown valor during the day.

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The way the Spartans concocted food was always simple. Slice a huge Wyvern heart into pieces. Then boil the soup, pour the water into the pot, and when the water boils, it will be half-cooked. Finally, sprinkle a little salt on the pan and you're done.

At the Spartan table, what was unexpected was that the heart of the wyvern smelled very disgusting.

Although Aaron had long been accustomed to the taste of Spartan food, the sight of the white broth piling up large frothy froths and shiny white pieces of meat still made his stomach twitch for a while, and he felt very sick.

Since it was a trophy, it should be enjoyed with the Spartan warriors. Wyverns have a large heart, an average small bowl per person, enough for hundreds of people to share.

All in all, it was another painful dinner. For Aaron, the bitterness of its hardness and bitterness has broken the previous record.

It was as if I was tormented in boiling water, and my body felt hotter and hotter.

Immediately after, the headache felt like it was about to explode, and from midnight onwards, with an indescribable pain, the blood vessels in Aaron's whole body bulged, as if there was an abundant force constantly running around in his body.

"Is this the effect of the dragon's heart?" The two narrow eyes, cold and shiny, made the corners of Aaron's mouth sneer, and his eyes were like two flickering ghost fires. After all, this is not the first time this has happened. The brow was tightened and stretched, and Aaron's eyebrows were thick and long, and his eyes shone with a calm luster peculiar to a shrewd conqueror.

Dragging his tired, stiff body to the open space in front of the Spartan mansion, Aaron gave them a strange order as two Spartan warriors immediately followed.

About ten minutes later.

The whip soaked in salt water rained down on Aaron's back, and the bright red blood dripped to the ground, and the new wounds kept covering the old ones. It is not uncommon for the Spartans to be regularly whipped by warriors in the prime of life until the age of twenty in order to develop strong endurance.

Aaron thought of replacing the pain from within with another kind of pain from the surface, so that the blood marks on his back crossed one after another, and it was shocking.

At first, the whip was drawn, and the skin on his back immediately lost sensation, and after a while, there was a hot stinging sensation. In the past, I would immediately lose my breath and my lungs would turn into hard stones. But today Aaron didn't feel this way at all, a chill soothed his nerves, but instead of that heart-rending pain.

"Sparta reached the scale of an upgraded city. Through continuous progress and hard work, once again a strong fighting instinct is stimulated. The King of Sparta has a potential of 12 stars, and the current effect is 4 stars. ”

By the time this set of data appeared, the sky in the distance had already appeared white. The drizzle fell silently, and thousands of filaments rippled in mid-air, so that Aaron's entire eyes were covered with a misty light veil.

Gritting his teeth, he endured the whipping that lasted all night, and the flesh on his back was already blurred and miserable.

But when he returned to the Temple of Nothingness, Aaron's bloody back was instantly filled with sparkling spots the size of copper coins. Then, with a flash of glazed crystal light, and then in the moment when the light spot dimmed, Aaron's body healed in an instant.

In addition to the effect from 2 stars to 4 stars in King Sparta, Aaron felt a little surprised. "The heart of a flying dragon can bring some kind of magical effect." Such a statement is really unbelievable.

Because except for Aaron himself, the other Spartan warriors who dined together last night did not show the slightest abnormality.

Standing on the crystal ground in front of the Temple of Nothingness, the scenery in the rain seems to be separated by a transparent veil, and the near view becomes farther and the distant view fades.

The Spartan King 4-star effect sharpened Aaron's gaze, and at the same time made his shoulders and other muscles more resilient, and every time his body moved, the muscles of his arms were ridged and raised. A slightly youthful face, overnight, suddenly became mature and more resolute. At a glance, it looks like the face of a young man in his 20s.

Staring at the level of the Dead Sea, Aaron will not forget that today is the last day of the God-given trade.

He let the drizzling rain hit his body, seeping into the bright red cloak, soaking through his skin and feeling cold. Maybe because of the time, he didn't have the patience to taste that refreshing feeling. For as the clouds changed, a strong wind turned into an abrupt wind, gathering thick clouds, quickly gathering all the clouds in the sky, and quickly forming a huge whirlpool on the surface of the Dead Sea, as the previous two times.

It was a white portico, surrounded by a thick curtain of clouds, as if it were spreading a carpet towards Sparta, waiting for the 'ship of light and shadow' to pass through it.

The gray rain and fog seemed to be churning and rolling. Aaron stood at the door of the temple's moon gate, and faintly saw the sails, one, two, three......

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Uh-As the light and shadow ships returned, a deep and passionate horn sounded on the Spartan side.

The Light and Shadow Ship returned from the war country of the Spartan city-states, and such a welcome ceremony was held because the Spartan warriors who arrived from another space brought in by the God-given trade brought by this time, which made almost all the Spartans in the city walls pour out, and everyone's eyes flashed with a unique brilliance.

As time passed, half an hour later, the clouds and whirlpools disappeared, and the Dead Sea regained its tranquil form, as if it had fallen asleep. There is no wind and no waves. In the horizon, the ships of light and shadow of the God-given trade are all about to reach the shores of the Dead Sea.

But at this moment, when Aaron saw the full load of figures on the deck, his always calm, composed, and intelligent face suddenly showed surprise. He stared at the advancing ship of light and shadow with two eyes in a daze, but in his heart he was calculating keenly and quickly. "If I'm not mistaken, that's close to 10,000 heavy helmets...... No one else, no slaves, only warriors......"