Fast forward to December, and the post-war reconstruction of the camp has been in full swing.

Akara: They have already counted the death toll and losses this time.

More than 3,000 job changers died, more than 120,000 mercenaries died, and villages to the south were completely destroyed.

This great battle in the Rogge camp and the name of Zhao Long have spread throughout the Rogge Continent and the Second Realm and Hell.

Because the gems donated by Zhao Long in the past few years allow remote teleportation to be used at any time, and it does not have to be used at a critical moment.

All camp transfers and mercenaries can use the Remote Teleportation Circle as long as they pay a small amount of gems.

For a while, the transfer and mercenaries of the Second Realm and other camps in the First Realm of Rogge Continent who had not returned home for many years rushed to the Magic Guild to line up to return to Rogge's camp.

They can finally see their loved ones they haven't seen in years, they haven't hugged, they haven't sat down to eat together for a long, long time.

However, those who come back will be the first to see the super giant crater at the interface of the Blood Wasteland.

They wept as they looked at the large crater that stretched into the distance, occupying at least two-tenths of the area of the Blood Wasteland.

They can imagine how fierce and tragic the battle was here.

They knew that the people here were the bravest, and they didn't flinch when faced with the Mephisto projection that could kill them instantly.

When everyone passed by Zhao Long's house, they would stop and bend down and bow with deep respect.

Zhao Long, who had been in a coma for three months, had already woken up five days before the new year.

As soon as he woke up, he was helped downstairs by Bhular Yiping and saw Alexia busy, cooking and washing vegetables.

The girl who often came to help was a 23-year-old assassin who had known Zhao Long shortly after he first arrived in the Dark World, and she and Bhular Yiping were close friends.

Since she was an orphan, she lived in the Bhullar family from an early age and was raised by them until she became a convert.

Although they lived separately, her feelings for the Bhullar family did not change at all, and she ran back every once in a while to eat, drink and live, calling her grandfather, father, mother, sister, and brother.

Alexia now lives in the cabin next to Zhao Long, and as long as she doesn't go out to practice, she will come over to help, and every year during the Chinese New Year, everyone is together.

On the third day of the Lunar New Year, the weak Zhao Long was supported by Bhalyiping and Alexia left and right, and walked out of the gate, Zhao Long looked up at the snowflakes falling in the sky, stretched out his hand and gently held them in the palm of his hand to feel it.

They walked on the street and watched all kinds of performances, and the little Gengzi next to them shouted and danced excitedly.

On the noisy street, the laughter and laughter of the crowd made Zhao Long unable to tell that this was the camp not long after the battle of life and death.

When Zhao Long, who was supported by Bhalyiping, appeared, everyone knelt down on one knee and saluted.

"Elder Dragon"

"Everyone get up, happy New Year, everyone, I'll send you red envelopes" Zhao Long greeted everyone with a happy smile on his pale face.

When passing by the gate of the Transferee Bar, listening to the braggadocio of everyone playing happily inside, Zhao Long, Bhal Yiping, and Alexia looked at each other and smiled.

Standing quietly in front of the pool, looking at the statue that had been in tears for thousands of years, Zhao Long squatted down before he walked and gently stroked the verses he had carved on the stone at the foot of the statue on the eve of the Great War.

"Brother Long, you, look up, look up!" Bhullar Yiping and Alexia exclaimed.

"Huh?" Zhao Long raised his head suspiciously.

He was stunned!

When Zhao Long touched the verses on the stone, Tarasya's eyes stopped crying and stopped crying, the eyes that had been crying for thousands of years seemed to be shining, and Zhao Long saw a pair of eyes full of hope

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, everyone in the camp gathered in front of a stone tablet thirty meters high and twenty meters wide behind the Magic Guild in the west.

The stele is engraved with three large characters: Hero's Tomb.

Behind this newly built stone monument were hundreds of thousands of corpses buried, and everyone bowed quietly three times.

After everyone lined up in turn to put their own memorial things, they slowly walked to the side of the stone monument, gently stroked it, and whispered something to their relatives, partners, and friends who were sleeping inside.

A month later, in the training ground.

Zhao Long is already alive, because all his equipment was broken during the war, today Akara and they matched a set of equipment to him, after the war, he was promoted two levels in a row, and now it is already level eleven.

Now he was discussing with Akara and Kane about the doubts in his attributes.

Name: Zhao Long (Nature's Child)

Class: Nature Master

Level: 11

The rest is omitted

Stunt: Summon the Dragon of the Candle - The caster seals it with blood: Heaven-Pillar-Earth-Beam-Immortal-Wing-Ji-Sheng-Dou-Weihou, and the caster summons a Chaos Divine Beast at the cost of reducing his lifespan by fifty years. (Each word is followed by a stamped handprint)

The rest is omitted

Top 10 Resistances: Wind Resistance: 1% Lightning Resistance: 1% Poison Resistance: 1% Fire Resistance: 1% Ice Resistance: 1% Wood Resistance: 1% Soil Resistance: 21% Water Resistance: 1% Sand Resistance: 1% Gold Resistance: 1%

Next level experience: 5500/0009.1

"Dear dragon, you can summon twenty times based on the 1,000-year lifespan of the Transferee, and I hope you won't be useful in the future." Akara said with palpitations.

"Yes, Dragon, you can now be the recognized star of hope in the entire alliance, and it will be up to you to lead everyone to attack the hell in the Third World Realm in the future." Kane said solemnly.

"Lead by me? Are you kidding me? I'm just a mess of eating and drinking, and I just want to live a leisurely life with the child born to my flat sister. Zhao Long, who was taken aback, looked at them in surprise.

"Dragon Boy, you may not know the aftermath of the battle between Camp Rog and Mephisto. Because this battle has re-established our humanity's prestige among other races, the angel who had given up working with us took the initiative to send a four-winged angel to contact us two months ago. Kashya said, picking up the gourd and taking a sip of wine.

"The prestige of the current human alliance can be said to have been restored to half of a thousand years ago, when Tarasya, like you, after a life-and-death battle, made the elves, dwarves, angels, and orcs not dare to underestimate the declining human alliance." Akara looked at Zhao Long, who didn't believe it, and said.

"In addition, because of the things donated by you pervert in the past few years, the strength of the alliance has increased a lot, especially the widespread use of long-range magic teleportation arrays and the restoration of other means of communication, so that all the people who have been waiting for a hundred years have been waiting for nearly a cold heart to burn again, so that everyone can see hope." Kide patted Zhao Long on the shoulder and said.

"The main thing is that now humanity has a backbone, and that backbone is you, dear dragon. A thousand years ago there were heroes of Talasha, and now there are you, so you have to come on. After Akara said this, he stood in front of Zhao Long with the other three people, and bowed at the same time.

Zhao Long hurriedly helped them up, and then looked at Akara and them with anticipation for a long time.

Knowing the reason, he finally understands that the statue of Talasha is not crying for Lu, and he also understands why everyone will be so happy to rebuild their homes after the war, and celebrate the New Year without a shadow, although sad in front of the hero's mound, he is still full of fighting spirit.

With great power comes great responsibility.

Zhao Long now deeply understands the meaning of this sentence, the sudden burden makes him feel unbearable, and he is afraid that he will become a burden to the alliance if he does not do well.