The rest of the escape was smooth, there was no demonic beast pursuit, and the fugitives who were awakened also regained their composure a little.

They traveled day and night, and soon left the forest and arrived at the Ash Mound Village, where they were met by a heavy army that was about to set out to meet them.

At this time, the two thousand elites had already lost more than thirty percent.

They detailed their fate, and the lord of the Grey Hills, Viscount Owen Os, was shocked to hear this, and hurriedly sent a seasoned spy into the forest to find out what was going on in the previous camp.

A few days later, the spies reported that the camp had burned to the ground, and the ruins were littered with the corpses of people and monsters. In a place near the barracks storehouse, a large wreckage twisted and leaning against the trunk of a tree, with a scar on its chest that had been pierced through its body with a weapon such as a spear and nailed to the trunk.

Not far from it, fragments of General Singled's armor were found, as well as his sword, a magic sword that had been burned to the point of losing its luster.

This astonishing defeat soon spread to the Terrela royal capital with the magic communication, and the Trella bosses who heard the news suddenly couldn't sit still, and hurriedly inquired about their children's situation one by one. Fortunately, the vast majority of the children of the nobility were able to escape, and few died.

The nobles who had lost their children were naturally devastated, and those who survived, knowing the details of that night, were grateful to Singer.

Even if they don't understand military affairs, there are people among their cronies who are well versed in military affairs. After a little analysis, I understand that if it weren't for Singerd fighting alone, dragging those monsters, and even finally killing the leader of the monsters, then the fugitives would be chased and killed by the monsters all the way, not to mention the loss of thirty percent, two thousand people can come back thirty percent, which can be regarded as the blessing of the god of luck!

For a time, the Duke of Harrett's house was almost trampled on the threshold by the nobles who came to thank him, and before the Duke and a pair of children could not be grief-stricken, they were disturbed by the successive thank-yours.

And André Harret, who returned home with the help of teleportation spells, was scolded by the Duke after a detailed discussion with his father.

"Singled always said he had a bad feeling, and you all thought he was talking nonsense...... Who gave you that confidence? You don't have as many battles as he did!"

"Father, I was wrong!"

"Of course you're wrong! If Singled hadn't sacrificed his life to save you this time, you'd probably have died on the way to escape! Do you think he's trying to save the army? Fart!" the old duke was so angry that he didn't even care about etiquette, "He had to rush out just to save you! Damn! You guys are so disappointed in me!"

Andrei hung his head and looked depressed.

He knew that his father was right, if it wasn't for saving himself, his brother-in-law wouldn't have to die at all.

With Singled's strength, if he led the team to escape, at least he himself would definitely not be able to die.

"But...... Singald ...... It's really ......" The duke looked at his son's dejected appearance, and didn't want to scold anymore, but instead talked about his son-in-law, "I really didn't expect that he would do this!"

He smiled bitterly and said, "If it were me, maybe I would take advantage of this opportunity to ......"

He shuddered violently and shook his head, "So I'm not him, and I can't do something as amazing as him!"

The old duke, whose hair was almost completely white, patted his son on the shoulder: "Don't be discouraged! If you feel sorry for him, then cheer up, take care of your responsibilities, and take care of your sister and their children, the Harrett family will eventually be in your hands." In the future, maybe you will encounter a situation where others sacrifice for you, and then you must not be so depressed again, and you must look forward, understand!"

Andrei nodded repeatedly: "I swear in the name of Singer!"

"Well, that's fine. The old duke sighed deeply, "You are not too young, in a few days, I will pass on the position of duke to you, so that no one will see the opportunity and be ready to move." ”

Andre was taken aback, but the old duke had stopped saying anything and waved him away.

"Alright, now let me be quiet. ”

And in the tavern of the royal capital, the story of Singhalet soon spread.

This general, who rose to prominence in the battle of the Swamp, was finally buried in the Swamp, and from this point to this, fate seems to have drawn a circle, full of wonder and reverie.

The experiences of his life, the glory and legend of his final battle, were made into songs by bards and sung everywhere.

Often, young knights listened to his story and exclaimed: "The warrior will end the battle with glory like Singerd!"

There are also often calm people who sigh: "Choosing teammates and drawing up plans is really something that cannot be unscrupulous! Even a famous player like Singled, who is both wise and brave and experienced, encounters unreliable teammates and executes unreliable plans, and in the end can only end up in dismal!"

Different people understand his story from different angles and make different exclamations.

And all of this has nothing to do with a couple who have returned to the village of Kalipura in the dust.

"The wandering Singh is back!" the news spread throughout the village of Kalipura in the blink of an eye. The people who had friends with them in those villages came to visit, especially Struo, who had learned marksmanship from Singh, the former militia captain, and now his strength is extraordinary, although he is still the militia captain, but looking at his calm bearing and vigorous posture, Singh can judge at a glance that his strength is no less than that of many well-known knights.

Singh and Tia lived in their old home for a few days and said that it was not appropriate to say that it was "old home", because the whole village of Kalipura has been completely renovated, and the neat and bright houses are clearly in the style of the metropolis. Living here, the once prosperous Singh sometimes can't help but feel as if he hasn't left the royal capital.

A few days later, Sairi, who was also in the dust, rushed back to his hometown.

He accompanied Brother Erwin and others out to do business, and the dossier scholars also had to make money to support their families.

Seeing his energetic and confident appearance, Singh smiled happily.

"I used to worry that you would have a bad time, and that you mother and son would encounter a lot of hardship and trouble...... Now it seems that my worries were unfounded. ”

"Not superfluous at all, father. Seri smiled, "But it's all in the past." ”

Singh tapped his fist lightly on his chest, feeling his son's strength very different from Wen Binbin's appearance, and smiled with satisfaction.

"yes!

The prosperity of the past, the confusion of the past, the pain and reluctance of the past...... It's all in the past!