The semi-dim sky turned red from light to dark under the setting sun, as if it was a mixture of fire and gunsmoke. Smeared violently on the blue sky. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It was like the end of a grand celebration, and all the noise disappeared in the passage of time, and the sword clash, the cannon fire, the fighting wails, and the roars and roars of the celebration all turned to dust in a blink of an eye, leaving only sporadic screams and the whispered laughter of the Ullin Owl.

The wilderness at the foot of the Kagash Mountains was strewn with bones, the bright red blood had turned the rubble and scorched earth reddish-brown, it was impossible to distinguish between sunset and stained blood, and the stench of rust was permeated by the evening breeze, and the lonely battlefield had reduced countless lives to nothing, and I didn't know how much flesh and blood would still be devoured.

Slaughter of orcs and goblins. The killing lasted until the evening in the elemental spells with the Nemean Army. Under the joint efforts of the team, only more than 1,000 orcs and a few goblins fled back to Kagash Mountain, and nearly 5,000 greenskins left their souls and blood on the battlefield forever, including roughly 4,000 goblins and 1,000 orcs, and the Nemean army that took the initiative on the battlefield. team, lost only five hundred people, most of them wounded.

There are still a small number of Nemean warriors on the battlefield searching for the presence of the greenskins that are not yet dead, and they are easily finished, most of the lion legion. The team had returned to the advance camp.

The advance camp that had been struggling to survive for days under the attack of the orcs and goblins was almost in ruins, the camp was surrounded by a mountain of green-skinned corpses, the walls of the wall against the orcs were covered with scars from knives and axes, most of the wooden walls bound by winter wood had been charred, and the gaps of various sizes were filled with the corpses of humans, dwarves, orcs and goblins, and this was the place of fierce contention between the two sides.

The buildings in the camp had been burned by the rockets of the greenskins, and the high-intensity siege did not give the soldiers time to extinguish the flames in the camp, and they did not even have enough drinking water. Thirsty, so sleepy that the curse of the orc shaman fought with the orc goblins for three days, most of the warriors fell in this harsh combat environment, and the hundreds of warriors who survived fell into a coma when reinforcements arrived. I can't wake up.

After the lion legion was stationed in the ruined camp, the alchemy golems of the construction were assembled, these steel golems were taller than ordinary people, slow moving, but tireless and powerful, they were more suitable for helping the construction than fighting, as long as they entered a fixed program to work until the energy was exhausted, and even entered into battle at certain moments.

A large number of golems in the alchemist with the magic. Under the control of the division, they cooperated with the Nemean warriors to clean up the ruins and corpses. The strong winter trees were cut down and transported to the camp, where they were erected on the edge of the enlarged camp, and tall towers stood section by section, military tents were erected, arrow towers, stables, and training grounds...... Before the night is complete, one can hold eight thousand. Great walled cities of man were built on the ruins.

"Vomit ......"

In a military tent, Lian Jihai was retching on the simple fur quilt, his face was pale, there was a little blood stains on his body, and he looked quite bleak.

"Okay, Brother Lian, it's still disgusting after so long, look at me, I killed a goblin!" As a high school student, Peng Weinan sat next to Lian Jihai, proudly showing off his exploits and facing the cruel blood. Bloody war, this young man who was originally a child seemed to be very excited. Fen, there is no little peace in the years of young learning. Life should be what it should be.

"Gross!" Peng Weinan's words made Lian Jihai even more disgusted, he lay on the corner of the bed and retched loudly, almost burying his face in the ground.

"Come on, Xiao Nan," sat on the other bed. Ye Fenjie couldn't help but speak, "You're all injured, rest well, don't make any more trouble." ”

"Those are cold arrows from goblins! Besides, I'm not doing well now," Peng Weinan angrily lifted his bandaged right shoulder, shouting that he was incomparably strong, but he grinned in pain when he pulled the wound, "Hiss...... Mom, it hurts! ”

Lin Qing sat alone with his eyes half-closed, the black power suit on his body had changed back to his original robe, and the blood stains all over his body had disappeared, and some dim candles were shaking, sending all the scenes in the military tent into his eyes.

Ye Fenjie sat on his bunk, his face was also a little uncomfortable, and the man Zhang Wan incarnated was sitting on the bed. Holding a pair on it. legs, there are still some tear stains on his face, his eyes are hollow, and even Jihai, not to mention, is already lying on the bed. on the inability to act.

Lin Qing sighed softly, sure enough, the requirements for these ordinary people in the era of peace should not be too high, the youngest Peng Weinan said that it is better to say that the quality of his heart is excellent. But only he performed the best.

"By the way, captain," Peng Weinan suddenly turned his head and said to Lin Qing with some embarrassment, "Can you take me to the priest's side?" I had to wait a long time at the wounded soldier just now...... I'll be back first. ”

"Huh?" Ye Fenjie was so shocked that his mouth widened, "You ran back secretly?" ”

"Hahaha......" Peng Weinan, a young man, scratched his head with laughter, somewhat embarrassed in his laughter.

"Priest?" Lin Qing remembered something, opened his eyes and said to Peng Weinan, "Let's go." ”

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"I would like to praise you for not leaving,

You have made my heart clean,

I would like to praise your loving saints. spirit

I would like to write for you,

I would like to sing a hymn to you,

To my lowest piety,

That's less than one millionth of yours,

Praise you, Aiola. ”

The short hymn was sung by the priest, and the female priest in a white robe glowed with holiness, and the warm light seemed to turn black. The darkness was dispelled, and the pious face was filled with the radiance of love in prayer, and she stretched out her right hand, surrounded by light, gently. stroked Peng Weinan's right shoulder, like a white ribbon brushing. Comfort all the pain.

"Huh?" Peng Weinan touched his right shoulder in disbelief, didn't feel any more pain, then pulled up his collar and looked inside, before raising his head and shouting, "Captain, it's really good!" Not even a scar! That's amazing! ”

The dark light in Lin Qing's eyes quietly disappeared, the power of this priest was indeed quite effective, and he could heal his wounds at the cost of consuming some physical strength, and Lin Qing, who was secretly observing, could even feel a great existence from that holy light, not an existence that he could compete with at the moment.

"Thank you, Priest Scarlett." Ignoring Peng Weinan, who was shouting, Lin Qing thanked the young priestess.

"This is what I should do, every warrior is a hero, all praise for Aiola." The priestess smiled and folded her hands, as holy as praying for the warriors, and the radiance of the divine power from Iola adorned the priestess like a lily, leaving Peng Weinan on the side stunned.

"Priest Scarlett, do you know Priest Ral?"

The blood-stained silver ring in the watch space quietly appeared in Lin Qing's left hand, and he was ready to fulfill the young knight's last wish.

The smiling priestess was stunned for a moment, with a slight strangeness in her eyes, and asked, "Do you have anything to do with Ral?" ”

"A knight friend of mine has asked me to bring something for Priest Ral." Lin Qing didn't know how to explain it, the straightforward explanation seemed too cruel, and he didn't want to face the priest he had never met.

A soft smile disappeared from the corner of the priestess's mouth, the color in her eyes dimmed, and she lowered her head slightly and said, "Lal has joined the Emperor. The vanguard of the country...... We have embarked on the steps of following the true God. ”

Lin Qing's left hand clenched instantly, and the cold silver ring felt the heat of the palm.

"Lal and I have been orphans since we were children, and we have been cultivating together in the Temple of Spirits. I grew up with Dean Dao, and I was two years older than Lal, so she kept calling me sister. ”

The priestess suddenly spoke of her past with Ral, and her voice trembled. Trembling, with a little sparkle in the corners of her eyes, even if she is a priest, she is only a twenty-year-old girl at most, the pain of losing her relatives is revealed by Lin Qing, and all Lin Qing can do is listen silently.

"Lal is a lively and cheerful girl, she loves to laugh and is very stubborn, even when she cries."

"We grew up, I believe. Lady Eola, the Mother of Spirits, and Ral will believe. Yang was given to Di Mosan, a battle priestess, who always said to enjoy the battle. ”

Tears rolled down the priestess's face, and she clenched her fists as she struggled to control them. Don't choke.

"Two months ago, Lal told me that she was engaged, with a young knight named Ora, and she said that she felt safe next to him, and Di Mossan also blessed her and him, and she was going to be with him forever."

"Today, I advised Ral not to join the Pioneers, but Ral smiled and told me not to tell Euler about it, but ...... But ......"

The goddess attendant who could smile and heal all the wounds wept silently, and at this moment, she became the most true from the favored person on high. The real self, the young man who lost his loved ones in the war. Woman.

"Sorry......"

Lin Qing sighed, took the priestess's hand, and placed the blood-stained silver ring in her hand.

"Euler Aklund joined me in the Adventurers' Band, and asked me to bring the ring to Ral."

The priestess stared blankly at the silver ring in her hand, she stopped sobbing, but she lost. The soul is depressed, and the eyes that were once full of brilliance seem to be drained of all light.

Who would have thought of a couple. Couples will die in the same war at the same time.

"In war, everyone is a hero."