Valhalla!

This is a specially built temple for the army, and it is a home for the undead after death, and the soul of every soldier who died in the army is in it!

Wu Yi once went to Valhalla with Li Tie and others, and it was Li Tie and others who wanted to pay tribute to their former comrades-in-arms, which was a sad place・・・・・・

When!when!

Dusk fell, everything seemed a little silent, and the dull roar brought a kind of sadness to the entire military camp, and when Wu Yi came to Valhalla, countless warriors had already gathered here・・・・・・

Thousands of people gathered, but there was not a sound in front of the door of Valhalla, and the silence was terrifying!

The air was filled with unconcealed sadness and solemnity, in such an atmosphere, everyone unconsciously slowed down their pace, and Wan'er didn't even dare to breathe after following Wu Yi, and carefully followed behind Wu Yi with her head down!

Wu Yi walked into the Valhalla in silence, and as far as he could see, there was a huge stone tablet erected in the center of the hall, and the names of those martyrs were engraved on the stone tablet, and the four hundred and thirty-one people who died in the mad demon camp were also on it・・・・・・

Wu Yi stood quietly in front of the stele for a long time, without saying a word, no one knew what he was thinking in his heart, and after a while, Wu Yi suddenly saluted the stele hard, and smashed his right fist on his chest, which immediately touched the injury, and blood soaked out of the gauze, but Wu Yi was indifferent・・・・・・

After a long time!

Wu Yi finally slowly lowered his right hand and turned his gaze to Ling Wei, who was kneeling on the ground!

Ling Wei was still wearing the scarred King Kong armor, his face was pale, his eyes were red, he seemed to have cried a lot, and the grief on his face was indescribable・・・・・・

"Boss, I'm sorry!" Ling Wei's voice was hoarse, his eyes were red and swollen, and he said to Wu Yi!

Wu Yi didn't respond, just looked at Ling Wei quietly like this, without saying a word!

After a while, Ling Wei finally couldn't bear it anymore, his eyes were full of tears, and he said to Wu Yi uncomfortably and painfully: "Boss, you can beat me, this will at least make me feel better, if it weren't for me, they wouldn't have died, I was too impulsive, I'm sorry for them!"

When he saw Wu Yi, Ling Wei's strength for half a month collapsed instantly, and he cried like a child・・・・・・

Ling Wei did make an extremely serious mistake in this war, just because of his small impulse, which directly led to the heavy casualties of the mad demon camp this time,

If it was ordinary Ling Wei who committed such an impulse, Wu Yi would definitely reprimand Ling Wei fiercely, but this time Wu Yi didn't say a word, just kept watching Ling Wei cry in front of him・・・・・・

I don't know how long it took, but Ling Wei finally stopped!

At this moment, Wu Yi slowly spoke!

"I'm not going to say anything, I just hope that you can fight by yourself forever, life on the battlefield is the least valuable, but I want you to understand that as the commander of an army, maybe just because of your words, hundreds of lives will be lost・・・・・・"

After Wu Yi finished speaking, he turned around and left directly!

Ling Wei's cultivation talent is not very good, but his mind is very flexible, Wu Yi has always tried to cultivate Ling Wei towards a wise general, so he usually tries to correct some of Ling Wei's small mistakes, because as a commander, he can't tolerate the slightest incongruity, but Wu Yi's intentions don't seem to be understood by Ling Wei, but after this time, maybe Ling Wei will really understand・・・・・・

"Let's go, let him think about it by himself!"

Wu Yi opened his mouth and said to Feng Jun!

Feng Jun had already come, and after that heavenly tribulation, Wu Yi's current soul perception was simply terrifying, and he had already discovered it almost the moment Feng Jun walked in!

Feng Jun's temperament has changed greatly now, especially that fierce momentum, like a magic spear, running through heaven and earth!

Feng Jun sacrificed himself at the last moment of the war to block a barbarian Tianjiao, if it wasn't for Wu Yi capturing the barbarian night to end the war early, I'm afraid that whether Feng Jun could survive in the end is a question, but also thanks to the blessing of that battle, Feng Jun seems to have gained a lot!

Feng Jun nodded, glanced at Ling Wei, and then followed Wu Yi and turned to leave!

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"Ah, my lord, your wounds ・・・・・・"

Wu Yi had just stepped out of Valhalla, when a crisp voice came suddenly, and I saw Wan'er pointing at Wu Yi's chest and shouting anxiously!

Previously, when Wu Yi saluted in the Valhalla, because he couldn't suppress the emotions in his heart, he used too much force, which suddenly caused the wound to burst, and now the blood soaked the black robe and oozed outward・・・・・・

"It's okay, don't worry!" Wu Yi waved his hand at Wan'er, signaling that she didn't have to worry, and then turned to Feng Jun and asked, "How is the mad demon camp now?"

"My lord, they are all recovering well, most of the people in the mad demon camp at that time were overconsumed, and they recovered quickly after returning to the barracks, and some seriously injured soldiers were also rescued, and the rest were ・・・・・・"

Feng Jun's words were not finished, but Wu Yi already understood!

There was silence for a moment, and then Wu Yi spoke. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Where are they now?"

"It's all training in the camp!"

"Training?" Wu Yi was a little stunned!

For the soldiers of the Northern Legion, generally speaking, the soldiers who survive every war will relax for a while, which has almost become an unspoken rule, after all, the mortality rate of the Northern Legion is too high, and those who can survive every war are worthy of rejoicing!

"Didn't they all try their best to not want to train before?" Wu Yi was a little puzzled. You must know that the training of the mad camp is completely different from the training of ordinary warriors!

"This battle seems to be a bit irritating to them, they are all just recruits, but watching their brothers die in front of them, this kind of taste is probably not good for them!"

"Is it!" Wu Yi replied, and fell silent again!

Wu Yi's mad demon camp is still just an army of recruits after all, these experiences are still too early for them, I'm afraid it will take a while for them to accept it, but since things have happened, then whether it is a blessing or a curse can only depend on themselves!

Wu Yi pondered for a moment, and was about to go to the mad demon camp to take a look, when at this moment, a light suddenly lit up in Wu Yi's mustard seed soldiers, which was Wu Yi's identity token・・・・・・

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