Night, the god of war sentry.

In half a day, the soldiers had gathered all the loot and buried the bodies of their comrades, and now, a huge bonfire was lit on the sentry square, and an evening party was being held to celebrate the victory.

The souls of those who died in battle will be preserved in the sentry post, waiting for the opportunity to be resurrected.

Their usual resurrection method is to throw themselves into a baby born in a fortress. In the various sentry posts and silver fortresses, there are a large number of ordinary people, and these ordinary people will have children. Some warriors are happy with each other and will have children, and their children are the place where the warriors are reborn.

Of course, the number is limited, and it has to be rotated according to the specific contribution made during the lifetime.

In this case, the warriors were not very sad, and everyone was enjoying the joy of victory.

Next to a small campfire in the square, the elven warrior Thoreau did not roast the purified terrain dragon meat like other warriors, he held a small notebook in his hand, and he was writing something in the light of the fire.

He was very lucky in this battle, only suffered some minor injuries, but he killed two giants with his own hands, which is already a first-class credit in the sentry, and when it came to distributing the Force, his share of the Force not only paid off the pre-war emergency distribution of power, but also promoted his strength to the middle of the legend.

In the sentry, his strength was already in the upper middle rank, and he also got ownership of the corpse of half a giant.

A man walked over and sat beside him, with a familiar voice that was hoarse: "What are you writing?" ”

It was Montali, Thoreau smiled slightly, and spread out the book for her to see.

"In a dark and gloomy world, the brilliance of the god of war is like a sharp sword, piercing the darkness. It's the war of my people. Would you still write this? Montali looked at the fellow with admiration.

"It's just a hobby." Thoreau took a skewer of roasted dragon meat from Muntari. After taking a bite, he chewed heavily on the flexible tendons in the rough dragon meat, the juice oozed out, making him feel his mouth slightly numb, and when he swallowed the dragon meat that he had finally chewed, he felt a hot warm current in his stomach flowing to the limbs, and the fatigue of fighting during the day was swept away, and even the wound was slightly itchy. It's a sign of rapid healing.

"Although this meat is not very tasty, it contains a lot of energy, and I feel like my whole body is about to explode." Thoreau praised.

"Hehe, it is estimated that there are many fighters who can't sleep tonight." Montali glanced at the warriors in the square, and a pair of emerald green eyes were shining and full of charm, and Thoreau's heart fluttered when he saw it.

He didn't restrain his thoughts, his hand naturally wrapped around the waist of the female elf, and the female elf did not refuse, just leaned on his arms.

"I don't know how long we can hold out as a sentry." Montali still has a strong sense of uncertainty about the future. The location of this sentry is too far forward, and it is the westernmost point of the entire natural god purification area. Whenever there is a fire, this is the first place to be burned.

Once or twice is nothing, after a long time, it will definitely not be able to hold on, just like a reef on a raging river, which can block the river for a year or two, but for a hundred years and a thousand years, this reef will always be crushed by the river.

In fact, this is not just the concern of the female elves, most of the warriors who followed the orc William over this time have similar thoughts in their hearts, although the battle is won today, but what about the future? Will you be able to win all the time in the future? It's hard!

But Thoreau was not the idea, he was much more optimistic, and smiled: "That's not necessarily. We can't be a small sentry here forever. If the sovereign can build a sentry in a month, why can't he build it into a medium-sized sentry, a large sentry, or even a fortress? ”

"Fortress?" Muntali's eyes widened.

"Well, the fortress. It's not my feelings, it's my observations. You see, now we are all celebrating, but do you see the Lord Monarch? Thoreau asked.

"Isn't he drinking with William?" Muntali gestured to a figure in the middle of the square.

"It's just a powerless incarnate. The true power and heart of the sovereign are not here at all. Look at the workshop, it's all running. Did you see the giant corpses? ”

"I didn't pay attention." Muntari shook her head.

"Most of it has already been disposed of, and it is estimated that a large part has now been broken down into raw materials, and may soon become our armor and weapons. You see, even after a great victory, even though it should be time for us to rest and have fun, the Lord is still unswerving to improve the strength of the sentry. If you look at the warriors who have been following the lord in the outpost, can you see a hint of worry about the future on their faces? ”

"Nope." Muntali shook her head, the old warriors were so adoring that they could tell from the tone of their voices.

"So I believe that this God of War post will definitely have a great future!" Thoreau's tone was affirmative.

"But the diligent sentry lord is everywhere." Muntali retorted.

"But there are not many diligent and talented lords, and you have to use the right direction to achieve results, on the contrary, you are wasting time, my original commander is a diligent man, but unfortunately he is not good at commanding, as you can see." Thoreau smiled.

Montali was convinced, and she was much lighter: "Hearing you say that, I have already begun to look forward to it. ”

"It's going to be brilliant here, I'm sure that's going to happen. So I'm going to start writing war journals now, and in the future, maybe I'll make a lot of money, haha. Thoreau laughed smugly

Silver Fortress.

Alan suddenly felt a huge force surging in the void, and her heart was shocked, and when she felt it carefully, she was happy again, and said to herself: "Rollin, you really didn't disappoint me. ”

She sank into the heart of the Force at the Silver Fortress, perceiving the Force from the God of War outpost this time.

The Force is pure, but the purification of the Force is with the help of Allen's runes, so each purified Force has the mark of the rune, and with the help of these subtle marks, Allen can reverse the specific results.

After a while, a smile appeared on Allen's face: "Three hundred and twenty-three iron-eating giants, and a terrain demon dragon. Then the Iron Eater Giants who attacked at the beginning were at least more than five hundred, plus the Abyss Behemoth, this was already equivalent to the attack force of a thousand-man army. ”

A thousand-strong army was still defeated, and after the victory in the battle, it was enough to make the God of War outpost completely gain a foothold.

She knew that Gorenson, the God of War outpost, had been recruiting in the fortress for many days, but had little to gain, and she had not found an effective way to help before, but now, she could push hard in the back.

Finding his fortress manager, Eren said casually: "I just got the news that the westernmost God of War sentry repelled the attack of the Dark Legion, harvested a large number of Force, and won a very rare victory. ”

The chief listened quietly, and he could feel that the commander of the coalition forces in front of him was in a very happy mood.

"It took a great deal of courage and talent to successfully set up a guard post in the far west. Now that I have won such a great victory, as the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces, I must reward it. Do you say, my steward? ”

"That's true. The God of War Sentinel has opened up a new frontier, which is a great feat! The manager nodded seriously, there was an element of flattery to Allen, but he did have such an idea, how many demigods led their teams to the west to open up the territory, but most of them failed, and now there is a success, which is really rare.

"Now I declare that, as of today, the regular contribution of the outposts at the very front of the battle line to the fort will be reduced by 3 percent, and only two percent will be paid. And then the further east, the percentage slowly rises until it reaches 8%. As for how to ascend the intermediate link, you write a document to me, and if I see that there is no problem, I will implement it according to the rules! Alan said.

"Yes!" The steward nodded. He knew that if he wanted to conquer the Crimson Lands, he had to go west, and the demigods who had gone west before had no special rewards, so the positions of the sentry posts were blooming on all sides.

Now there are enough surrounding posts, and the strategic depth of the fortress is enough, but it can't go on so casually forever.

Of course, the Nature Gods will not obviously want to break the members to do something, and even if they want the members to go west to open up new frontiers, they will leave a choice.

Those who are willing to pay a high percentage of the Force can go to a relatively safe place to set up a sentry. Those who take the initiative to open up the border in the west can enjoy preferential treatment.

Don't look at the gap between 8% and 2% is not big, but this is carefully calculated, pay 8% of the force, deduct various sentry maintenance costs, the development speed of this sentry will be greatly limited, basically can only stand still, 2%, the development of the sentry will be basically unaffected.

The document was quickly prepared and given to Allen, who read it, changed a few details, and the document was posted on the fortress billboard.

As soon as this document came out, the entire fortress was in an uproar, and people's reaction to the reform of the specific payment of the Force was not very big, and the biggest thing was that the God of War outpost really withstood the attack of the Dark Legion!

What does this mean? It shows that the lord of the God of War post is definitely eloquent, and if you follow him, although you will take a big risk, you may have a great future in the future.

The weight of this victory was so heavy that many people changed their minds about the God of War outpost.

For a time, many soldiers who were willing to make meritorious contributions and win the future of the vast number of people set their sights on the God of War outpost. Gorenson, who had been sitting on a bench in the corner of the fortress square for a long time, was immediately busy.

Gorenson also saw the announcement, and he was no stranger to the current situation, and he was both happy and proud in his heart: "The lord is really not an ordinary person. I really didn't see the wrong person, and now I have a chance to be promoted. ”

This time, in just three days, he had recruited more than 300 people, including 30 craftsmen.

With these people, Gorensen, who was anxious to know the specific situation of the outpost, left the Silver Fortress and rushed back to the God of War outpost day and night.

At the Ares Outpost, Rollin has begun to set his sights on the Withered Plains, where the iron-eating giants live. (To be continued......)