Joanna and the others dragged their tired bodies out of the fortress where the corpses were piled up, and this short minute was as long as a century. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

On their faces, in addition to the relief after the war, more than that, was a mourning for their dead comrades. Each of them was badly wounded, including Ei, whose hard steel shell had been cut through many gaps, and the energy core was emitting a thick aura of darkness.

Those who are alive are lucky, and three of the Dawning mercenaries have died at the hands of werewolves.

Compared to the nearly 1,000 casualties of the Werewolf Legion, the three people are insignificant at all, but Albert, Joanna and others care, they care very much, they are brothers who were born and died with them.

Duncan, Bawin, and Dodom approached Albert with three corpses in their arms.

Albert looked at Bawen and opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. Although casualties were expected, the reality was much more brutal than imagined.

The three who died were all orcs, and now, there was only one orc left in the Dawning Mercenary Regiment. Albert felt guilty at the thought of having no one to accompany Bawin in the ancient and primitive ancestor worship ceremony on the Day of Rebirth. He couldn't help but wonder if it was worth sacrificing close friends for the sake of some irrelevant people.

"Don't feel guilty about their deaths. Bawen spoke, his head bowed, but everyone knew he was talking to Albert.

"You've done enough, and without you, we'd have died in the Colosseum. As he spoke, Bawin raised his head and looked at Albert's somewhat dazed eyes, "Don't feel sorry for them, my friend, it's every orc warrior's dream to die for honor." You led us out of the arena, regained the dignity of a warrior, and held an orc funeral, right now. Their Heroic Spirits will return to Valhalla. ”

Albert nodded, bowed to the three orc corpses, and saluted, "Honor belongs to the orcs. ”

His words came from the bottom of his heart, leaving behind the hatred between humans and orcs, orc warriors are worthy of respect. Orcs may not be the strongest warriors in the Atlantes, but they are definitely the most valiant warriors. He had witnessed the bravery of the orcs, and he was qualified to say so. From the gladiatorial arena escape battle, to the mission of the Dawning Mercenary Regiment, to the confrontation with the werewolves, the orc team led by Bawen has always rushed to the forefront and has never flinched or hesitated.

"Roar!" Babin roared like a grief-stricken beast, two lines of tears sliding down his hideous and resolute face.

"Honor to the orcs!"

Whether it's an ogre or a minotaur. They all shouted loudly.

Even Joanna, who was supposed to hate orcs, or at least not like them, shouted along.

All of this has nothing to do with race or position.

If you have to talk about the position, the orcs are not really aggressors.

Once most of the Plains of Path was the territory of the orcs, it was the rising humans who drove the orcs to the barren Langton Wasteland, and what the orcs are doing now is nothing more than to regain the lost territory.

Catherine also shouted that she was a noble elf. She didn't have much of a relationship with the orcs of the Dawning Mercenary Regiment, and she didn't even know their names. However. In the battle just now, an orc blocked the werewolf's fatal blow for her, at the cost of his life.

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In less than a minute, everyone had set up a wooden frame.

Bawen laid the orc warrior flat on the wooden frame and slowly pushed it away, muttering obscure orc words in his mouth. The expression is solemn and the eyes are reverent. He was chanting the Soul of Valhalla, guiding the souls of three noble orc warriors back to Valhalla.

"Fire, up. Albert whispered.

The wooden frame suddenly burst into flames, and the billowing smoke drifted into the night sky.

I don't know how long it took. The fire was extinguished, and Bawin's chanting ended. He stood up, looked at the three charred corpses on the charred black wooden frame, picked up his battle axe and swung a wave of vitality, splitting the wooden frame to pieces. "Their souls return to Valhalla, and the body no longer belongs to them. He looked at Albert, who was stunned, and opened his mouth to explain, his voice a little muffled.

Albert stood on tiptoe, patted Bawen on the shoulder, and then looked at the group, "Alright, my friends, we still have a lot of work to do. ”

He took a deep breath, temporarily suppressed the grief in his heart, looked down at the heart of blood poison, and said in a deep voice, "Give the werewolf the blood clotting potion you brought with you, and Chevis and I will go to Sunset Fortress." ”

"Be careful, Aber. Joanna walked over.

"Don't worry, Joe, I'm not going to fight. Albert smiled and wiped the blood from Joanna's face with her dirty hands.

"Oh, what a beautiful girl. ”

At this moment, a playful voice came from the Heart of Blood.

"I don't seem to have you talking. As he spoke, Albert clenched his right hand, and several tiny cracks appeared in the heart of blood poison. "Unless you want to die earlier. He was unhappy that Douglas had interrupted his conversation with Joanna.

"I'm sorry, sir, I just saw something interesting. Douglas's voice wasn't too nervous, "Don't scare me, you won't kill me, to be exact, you won't dare to kill me." "You need me to put an end to the chaos at Sunset Keep, or your partner, or you may be your master, another human prince will have to be torn to shreds by the soldiers." "Tens of thousands of years of life have made Douglas very smart, and after a short period of panic just now, he has figured it all out.

"He's not my master. Albert didn't answer Douglas, as if acquiescing.

He raised his hand and stared at the snake-like blood-colored energy in the heart of the blood poison, "What did you find interesting?"

"Oh, nothing, just casually. "Do you want to spend it here?" said Douglas without thinking, and if I guess correctly, your prince friend will be running out, and his guards are good, but they can't stand up to an army. ”

Albert frowned and didn't pursue any further questions.

Douglas was right, the Grand Prince Aduros didn't last long.

He lowered his head and kissed Joanna on the forehead, then jumped onto Chevis's back and flew towards Sunset Keep.

Instead of returning to wurm, Chevis transformed into a white-headed griffin, and even though wurms are very tempting to humans, Albert doesn't want Chevis to be hunted by humans.

Dragons can transform not only into intelligent beings, but also into beasts or magical beasts, as early as in the Misty Forest, when Albert and Chevis stole a little blood from a white-headed griffin. Of course, unlike those druids who can sign a contract with nature and thus obtain the power of nature and transformation into magical beasts, no matter what the dragon incarnation is, its own strength will not change in any way, let alone obtain the corresponding ability. (To be continued.) )