Wang Daqiang took the Wubimeng legion and these barbarian alliance kingdom troops to the Victory Barrier Fortress to clean up the mess, and ordered the barbarian soldiers to clean up the battlefield. However, Zhang Yuan had already fallen from the sky and landed on the head of the Holy Light City, holding the crumbling Marshal Prince of Bolton.

Nine bright lights flickered at the same time, piercing into Prince Bolton's meridians. The gentle healing slowly flowed through the meridians into Prince Bolton's body, stimulating the life force in his body.

The last stone in Prince Bolton's heart was finally put down, and his body slowly fell into Zhang Yuan's arms. Kendhuck and the minister Desa died, and the barbarian tribes surrendered, and the fighting spirit that supported him slowly dissipated.

The marshal's body became supple, and all his muscles lost their strength. A faint smile appeared on the bloodless old face, and the Force that Zhang Yuan kept feeding into his body could not revive his strength.

"Zhang Yuan, you're finally back." Prince Bolton looked at Zhang Yuan's concerned gaze. Zhang Yuan lowered his head, feeling the vitality of Prince Bolton's rapid flow, the magic element in his hand flickered, and a white light directly wrapped around Prince Bolton's body, and under the urging of his magic power, a steady stream of holy healing magic was transmitted into the marshal's body.

"Don't waste your magical powers, it's useless, I know my own situation. As early as more than an hour ago, my body had run out of oil, and it was the last bit of hope and unwillingness in my heart that allowed me to support me until now, Zhang Yuan, I was very satisfied to see victory before I died. We succeeded, you kept Sword City, and I was finally relieved. Until you return, I will defend the City of Light. ”

"Marshal, you rest for a while, you will be fine, I will definitely cure you." Seeing Prince Bolton's heroic act of swearing to defend the Holy Light City, Zhang Yuan's heart was only moved and respected. The veteran has dedicated his life to Erathia.

With Zhang Yuan's support, Prince Bolton turned his body to the rear of the Holy Light City with difficulty, looking at the southeast direction, Prince Bolton suddenly shouted loudly: "Your Majesty! Wechen Bolton is loyal to the kingdom, long live Erathia! ”

"Poof!" , Prince Bolton spurted out a mouthful of blood, with a hint of smile, stubbornness and infinite pride, and fell into Zhang Yuan's arms.

"Marshal! His Royal Highness, the Prince! "At the head of the city, there was a wail, and all the soldiers of the Northern Legion, as long as they could still move, all fell to their knees. Their marshal, Prince Bolton, left this world, but also left the pride of the royal family forever in the hearts of these warriors.

The only one who could stand there was Zhang Yuan, who caressed his right hand on his left chest and slowly bowed towards the corpse of Prince Bolton in a noble manner.

The battle with the Barbarian Kingdom was finally over, Wang Daqiang and Fila dealt with the aftermath in the Victory Barrier Fortress and the Holy Light City respectively, and the Sword City army stayed here to help both sides clean up the battlefield. And Zhang Yuan sat quietly on the battlefield that had been stained red with blood, quietly looking at the surrounding Qiē under the sunset.

In this battle, nearly 600,000 people died before and after, and the bleak atmosphere of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood looked so sad under the sunset.

Looking at the surrounding Yiqiē, seeing so many corpses, and feeling the desolation of countless deaths, Zhang Yuan's mentality also underwent subtle changes, and he had a sincere disgust for the war.

Whether it is a human warrior or a barbarian warrior, the warriors of all races are fighting desperately on this battlefield for the benefit of a few, sacrificing their precious lives.

The remnants of the northwestern army of Erathia in the City of Light were only determined in the final reorganization of Filla. At present, the total number of troops in the entire northwest is 600,000, and only more than 360,000 have survived. After this tragic battle, the soldiers of the original army of the Northern Army of Erathia have grown up like never before, they have all experienced the most tragic iron and blood grinding, and since then, they have also become the core of Erathia's re-rise.

Seven days later, Wang Daqiang came to find Zhang Yuan. After these seven days, he has basically straightened out the affairs in the Northern Alliance, the Central Alliance and the Southern Alliance in the Barbarian Kingdom, and now that all parties have surrendered, coupled with the power of the barbarian tribes he has established in Sword City and the deterrent power of the Beamon clan, the current barbarian tribes have completed the unification.

Today's weather is very good, the wind is clear and the clouds are light, and the sun is shining all over the earth, so that the warm feeling nourishes the warriors of all races in Sword City. In the central square of Sword City, a full 30,000 Sword City soldiers were ready to go. Zhang Yuan stood quietly at the forefront of this army, with a faint smile on his face.

The war, although it brought destruction to the Sword City, took the lives of a large number of soldiers. However, it also made the surviving warriors more united, and made the cohesion of the entire Sword City stronger than ever.

The time agreed with the Holy Land was about to come, and after careful discussion, at this time, Zhang Yuan was preparing to set off. Go to the Holy Land. The Holy Land promised him that he could lead his army into the Holy Land and take advantage of the Holy Land's innate advantages to cultivate.

For the sake of these 30,000 places, the clans of Sword City, who were united as one, argued for an unknown number of times in the past half a month.

In the end, Zhang Yuan made a conclusion that the route of the development of Sword City in the future will be somewhat similar to that of the Holy Land, and the elite is the most important. Therefore, the 30,000 people selected this time will be the most outstanding warriors in Sword City. Only the most elite warriors are qualified to enter the Holy Land for cultivation, and they can also better improve their strength.

The first thing to choose is the two major legions of Sword City, the newly built Dragon Knight Legion and the Beamon Hydra Cavalry Legion. The knights of the Dragon Knights were originally carefully selected, not to mention the assistance of the dragons. Even more perfect than the case of the Hydra Cavalry, the synergy between the two strongest species makes any land enemy tremble! There can be no doubt about the qualifications of these two strongest legions.

The remaining places will be selected among the various legions in Sword City. In the end, the best warriors of all tribes gathered together to form such a coalition army.

At this time, all the barbarian tribes had all declared their submission to Wang Daqiang, and the barbarian kingdom was officially established. Although the kingdom still exists in the form of various departments, the unified whole has changed the situation of the entire barbarian kingdom, and how it will develop in the future depends on Wang Daqiang's ability.

After the establishment of the Barbarian Kingdom, Wang Da emphasized that he sent three hundred Beamon to Sword City, and the reason he gave was very simple, this was the sequence that Sword City already had. Sword City will always have such a Beamon legion.

At this time, although the number of these 30,000 warriors dispatched by Sword City was not very large, they already represented a huge part of the strength of the entire Sword City.

From Sword City to the Holy Land, almost through half of the Elasia Kingdom, the scale of the action of 30,000 people is not small, in order to facilitate supply and rest, coupled with the close relationship between the Sword City and the Erathia Kingdom, along the way, the route they chose is completely avenue, and naturally it is inevitable to be seen by a large number of Erathia civilians.

The people of Erathia may not know the Pegasus Cavalry, the Centaur Cavalry, or even the Beamon Hydra Beast Cavalry. But how could you not know dragons as humans?

In mid-air, two hundred dragon legions guarded the wizard dragon Podshiko, and the visual impact was too great for ordinary people. Looking at the banner of the Sword City held high by the knight and the Sword City badge of the armor on the dragons and beasts, a large number of Erathia civilians actually bowed down directly, chanting the slogan Long live the Sword City, long live the Demon Fighting King.

In this war, the kingdom of Erathia was under the propaganda of the heart. The people of Erathia are no longer so firm in their belief in the Holy Land, and the Sword City has gradually become the successor of the Holy Land.

"Zhang Yuan, we are going east to pass through the Royal City of Erathia, can we repair it near the Royal City of Erathia?" Fen Lilan looked at the sheepskin map and said to Zhang Yuanjian.

Zhang Yuan smiled: "Of course, I also want to go to the Erathia Kuriti Demon Martial Academy." That's where I knew you and Havelon and the dead Maureen, and where I grew up. Fen Lilan, do you think we are returning home? ”