The old mother-in-law came to see the doctor and waited for a day......

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It has been more than 5,000 years since the birth of the city-state of Leria, and before 5,000 years ago it was just a barren land, and even the gods did not want to visit it.

When the first refugees arrived and built simple houses to form a simple village, the humans from other city-states became the Leriates. They recuperate here and reproduce from generation to generation. The fence of the village to resist the wild beasts has become a towering wall, and the simple wooden houses have been transformed into magnificent and exquisite buildings. It has given birth to a unique regional culture and has also given birth to heroes among mankind.

If it weren't for the sudden outbreak of war between the gods of Jerut and Huth, perhaps a god would have seen this place and created a sacred mountain here, looking down on the city-state from the top of the hill and sheltering the humans here.

But everything has become utopian with the war between the two god systems.

The city of Leria, located on the edge between Huit and Jerut, became a small, insignificant obstacle in the route of the Jerutian attack on Huith. Conquering a city-state without the protection of gods and demigods is not a matter of course for the country of Jerut, which has been preparing for tens of thousands of years. The devastating army will destroy everything that stands in his way like a torrent.

In the face of the mighty kingdom of Jeruth, the Lerea people showed tenacity and determination to defend their homeland, and they would rather die in battle in this new city-state than bow their noble heads and become slaves of Jeruth.

The city of more than 200,000 people gathered 30,000 soldiers and five heroes, but they had to face the Jeruth army several times their size.

Maybe their hearts have wavered, maybe they have hesitated, but they are there, not going anywhere!

Walking through the streets of the city-state of Leria, Rossi could feel the city's surging heartbeat, and the faces of the people were not frustrated by the fact that they were facing an invincible enemy, but more of a fearlessness to move forward.

It's a city-state with a soul of its own!

Goodman, the consul of Leria, was in his fifties and gray-sided, and he had worked in this position for almost twenty years, giving the city his most precious and best years. When he saw Rosie, Goodman took his hand and expressed his gratitude.

One more person means one more power, and besides, Rossi and his retinue are both oracles, blessed by the gods with powerful oracles!

"I love this land madly, and anyone who tries to defile her is my enemy. The people of Lerea love peace, but they will not hesitate to raise their swords against their enemies. We have never feared, nor have we ever feared, and I firmly believe that justice and goodness will triumph over evil and brutality!", standing on the city's most faithful Garden Street, Goodman's speech was in progress, and almost everyone in the city gathered.

"We are the people of the earth, the people of the sky, we enjoy the glory and warmth that this heaven and earth brings us, and we also bear all the responsibilities. Say no to the enemy! Because we cannot lower our noble heads, I would rather hang my head on the tip of the enemy's spear than prostrate at their feet.

War may be difficult and hopeless for us, but we must face it. This city has guarded us for 5,000 years, she has given us a warm place to live, she has guarded our safety, she has paid for us for 5,000 years!

And now, it's time for us to repay her!

The enemy from Jerut is not far away, they have a powerful army, far outnumbering our heroes, and a demigod. What do we have? We have a heart that will never admit defeat and a determination to defend our homeland forever!"

Goodman raised his weapon high, his fiery gaze fixed on the faces of everyone around him, he took a deep breath and roared loudly, "Never compromise!"

In an instant, the passion of the whole city was ignited, regardless of men, women and children, swords and guns.

The uncompromising voice shook the clouds in the sky and awakened everyone's sense of responsibility. If they are not afraid of death, what can they fear? Jeruth? Even if the city is finally destroyed, the will of the city-state and the people of Leria will live on forever.

The Black Wolf Legion outside the city has been lined up, and the demonic beasts that are more than thirty meters high are frantically shaking their tentacles under the traction of chains, and in the barracks tent in the legion, the legion commander wearing golden armor waved his hand, and a lobbyist bowed and retreated.

After a while, the lobbyist knocked on the door of the city-state of Leria, and with a scroll of animal skin in his hand, he walked straight into the town hall of Leria, and stood in the middle of the hall under the eyes of many angry eyes. He held up the book of animal skin in his hand and said loudly: "Emperor Jerut I is supreme, he has brought me here, I hold peace in my left hand and destruction in my right hand, the time of choice has come, Leria!"

The people of the hall glared at him, their weapons unsheathed, and at Goodman's command, they would chop the arrogant Jeruth into pulp.

Goodman laughed, but no one could see joy on his face, only a cold chill. He laughed loudly, pointed to the lobbyists from Jerute in the main hall, and asked, "Who is afraid of the Jerutes?"

There was silence in the main hall.

"Who is afraid of death?"

It's still quiet and audible when a pin drops.

Goodman stood up, and he asked for the third time, "Who dares to fight with one?"

With a bang, all the Lerians raised their weapons in their hands, slapped their chests, and roared, "I ......"

The corners of Goodman's mouth curled slightly, "Drag it out, cut off the head and hang it on the city wall, this is the first level we have won!"

The lobbyist's face changed wildly, he, including the Jeruts behind him, had never imagined that Leria would be a stumbling block to their attack on the hinterland of the Huites on the northern front. This kind of "wild city", which is not protected by the gods and does not belong to the jurisdiction of any god system, is not a level rival with the country of Jerut at all. The Black Wolf Legion outside the city was not so much attacking Leria as it was attacking Huite's city.

However, it seems that all this is not as simple as the Jeruts imagined, and the awakened soul and willpower of the Lerea people have become the greatest obstacle to their southward movement.

"You can't kill me!", the lobbyist who was dragged away by the guards shouted in panic, "I am a messenger, and no city-state has ever killed a messenger!"

Goodman smiled and said, "Then I want to congratulate you, you made history!"

The lobbyist was dragged out of the hall, screaming frantically, but he couldn't stop the last knife. His head was threaded through his nose with a rope and hung over the wall.

The Black Wolf Legion outside the city suddenly beat the war drums, and the commander of the Black Wolf Legion also walked out of the camp.

He is a demigod, and his father is Jerut Miris, one of the main gods of the Jerut god line, the god of courage. He inherited some of the powers of the God of Courage, unlike God Fighters and Heroes, who need the blessing of the gods to have power, his strength is innate, and it gets stronger and stronger as he gets older.

He wanted to prove his place in Jerut with a perfect victory.

Clenched his fist and drew the long sword at his waist, "Attack!"