Removing all the heads one by one, Seal Dust did not dislike the smell of the dead body, and his eyes were full of grief.

Finding the wood that was still playing in the forest, a man and a beast dug a deep pit, sealed the dust and put the two hundred and ninety-eight human heads one by one, and placed them facing south, which was their hometown that they could not go back to.

He put all the Spartan shields, cloaks, spears, and helmets he could collect in front of them, took out a cigarette from the debris of the wood, sat down beside them in the pit, and smoked quietly.

The sea is as calm as it was at the beginning, the seagulls are also hovering comfortably in the air, and the temperature of the sun is intoxicating.

Now is undoubtedly the most relaxing time and the most beautiful time of the day.

"Wood, what will happen if your companion dies in your hometown?" Feng Chen took a puff of his cigarette, then looked into the distance, as if he had barely smoked since he got his existence.

"Where are we?" The wood could feel the dust in his mind, it lowered its head in frustration, its wide wings shook around, and said solemnly: "In our place, if a clan leaves us, we will use it as a statue, not the kind of game that we usually like to play, but a real statue, whether it is windy or rainy, it can feel it, but it can no longer fly." ”

"It's easy," Dusty flicked the soot, "Wood, I know you don't like the night, what if one day you die?" ”

"Carve me into a wooden man!" The wood opened a pair of bull's eyes, revealing a wave of joy.

"You guy......" Feng Chen grinned, pinched out his cigarette butt, stood up, took one last look at the two hundred and ninety-eight human heads, and threw the earth down.

There were no tombstones, no dirt bags, the dust filled the soil, he didn't want anyone to disturb their rest, and then took out three cigarettes from the cigarette case and placed them neatly on the ground to light them.

Standing here, mourning the years.

After half a ring, Feng Chen's body moved and walked towards the hot spring pass.

"Master? Where are we going? The wood jumped up and down and followed the dust.

Ignoring the wood, he walked in front of a boulder at a pass, Feng Chen did not open the claw form, but turned on the war hammer form, and the powerful and subtle force kept bombarding the boulder, and the entire hot spring pass was filled with the sound of "boom" collision and the slight tremor of the cliff, until the boulder was beaten into a smooth stone tablet, and Feng Chen's hands were already bloody and blurred.

Lifting the Warhammer form, Feng Dust opened the claw form again, and the instantaneous conversion took away eighty percent of the energy in his body, and the sharp claws carved several rows of Greek words on it with bloodstains.

"I, Dax, Dust

Together with 300 warriors, he defended the hot spring pass

Now, I'm about to sail away

If you see this text

Please tell the owner of this land

They died here

Never backed

Keeping the oath until death. ”

Just when he was immersed in grief, Feng Chen suddenly turned his head, as if he felt someone tapping him on the shoulder, as if he heard someone calling his name.

However, there was no one, empty, only the sound of the wind gradually becoming whimpering and the long-dead Persian garrison, Feng Chen's eyes looked at the place where they were buried, a spear was inserted there at some point, and at this moment Feng Chen felt suddenly separated from the world.

It was just slanted there, rusty all over its body, the tip of the gun was no longer sharp, but its tip was still cold, covered with dark red dried blood, where the head of the gun touched the body of the gun, tied with a scarlet worn cloak, flying with the wind, its body was full of the vicissitudes of time.

Feng Chen's eyes lost this piece of heaven and earth, only the spear, and passed silently.

Reach out and pull it up.

"Yes, I need to parse it once!"

"The three parsing permissions have been used, and the host command cannot be executed!" There is an unsympathetic rejection of the request to seal the dust.

"Can you be accommodating," Sealing Dust almost pleaded, as if to do some work, and after a while, the being said, "The host can use it once for 500 mission points, but only once." ”

Although 500 task points are just an item, which is not cost-effective, Feng Chen was overjoyed and wanted to hug the existence fiercely and kiss it, so he did not hesitate to pay 500 task points, and the 500 task points were deducted from the reward for completing the main quest.

Then his eyes were covered with a blue curtain of light.

"Heroic Soul Blood Spear

Level: Class 3 consumable item

Origin: The First Universe - Milky Way - Earth - Spartan 300 Warriors

Description: An ordinary spear, it is sharp because it has drunk the blood of countless people; It is invincible because it never retreats, and it appears here because of someone's unchanging oath.

This is the gratitude of all the Spartan warriors to you, thank you for fighting with them, thank you for going forward and backwards with them, thank you for all that you have done for Sparta.

And the warrior will die in battle one day, and its spear will remember your time, and when you read the oath that belonged to Sparta again, you will see you again.

Effect: After use, you can summon the heroic souls of the three hundred Spartan warriors to fight for you, time: three hours.

Note: This item is a one-time consumable item and can only be used by the person.

Note: The 300 Spartan Warrior Souls summoned do not include the host.

Final note: we look forward to fighting alongside you again! ”

Feng Chen caressed the barrel of the gun with longing, and engraved a small piece of text at the end.

"You who are gone

Don't look north

We are with you

- Three Hundred Warriors"

He solemnly put away the Heroic Soul Blood Spear, wiped his face, greeted the wood, jumped on the back of the wood, and took one last look at the resting place of the three hundred warriors, and headed in the direction of Athens.