The atmosphere in the whole village of Maca was dull, the original celebration banquet was not held, the dwarves were leading by Morley to treat the wounded, and the rest were strengthening the fortifications according to Longfellow's request to prevent the "centipede people" from breaking in.

The Giants of the Plains have all been dispatched and are slowly carrying materials, and since they did not know in advance that the barbarians had large bugs, the giants have been working in the Raptor Fortress and have not participated in the battle.

Brian's heart was desolate, he checked Lilian's injuries, and stood at the door of the temple worriedly, looking at those four-meter-tall giants, a total of seven, I don't know which is better or worse for them to fight with the "centipede people", every race has a killer weapon!

The strength of the big insect is very great, Lilian's situation is very bad, breathing is between nothing, sometimes coughing a few times, spitting out blood, the doctor Morley can't find a good way to deal with it, can only use traditional healing drugs and treatment techniques repeatedly, but the effect is not obvious.

The Assassin Louis died on the way back due to excessive bleeding, and nearly fifty ordinary soldiers died, and their tombstones are lined up next to the village. A simple funeral was held, and the dwarven piccolo, which played a short piece of mournful music, filled the whole time and space with sadness.

Everyone is worried, Brian thinks about how to save Lillian, Longfellow has been thinking since he came back, using the canyon terrain and boulders to deal with the "centipede people", but the plan is not mature enough, and the cost is extremely huge. Chica has done a lot of pension work these days, and he seems even more old and tired. It's a pity that the price of all this has not been exchanged for victory, and there are still more than a dozen big bugs entrenched in the mouth of the Mausai River.

Brian suddenly thought that his special recovery ability, if he used his own blood and fed Lillian to drink, would it have an effect? The viscount found a knife and cut it on his wrist many times before releasing a pottery bowl of blood, let Lillian drink it, and observed it all night, and found that the female warrior's face finally appeared bloody, and her breathing became stronger, so she was relieved.

Brian picked up the black and gold armor that Lillian always wore on his body, handed it to Chika, and asked him to find a way to remove a few pieces of armor. "After the dismantling, it must be restored to the original state, otherwise Xiao Nizi will wake up and will fight with me. ”

"Then we need to take a good look at it, this metal is very difficult to deal with. "There was finally a light in Chica's eyes, the light of the dwarves' love of metal.

"Mom, are you going to give me food?" asked Peng Peng excitedly.

"Well, you have to be stronger, come with me to the northeast of the estuary to investigate, we need to find the source of the big bugs, and figure out how many of them there are. Brian said, "After five days of recuperation, we'll go." ”

"Okay, Mom. Peng Peng happily flew around the house.

"Chika, what are you going to do with the six hundred jars of dwarven wine?" asked Brian.

"Store it first, now is not the time to drink, the dwarves are embarrassed to bring wine jugs these days. Chika sighed.

"In this case, you go and prepare, and in the afternoon you will have a drinking party, and although there is no victory, you will have to drink wine and eat food. ”

Chika wondered, "Lord God's Messenger, no...... Drink without victory?"

"Drink, drink well, save him (mother) lifeless all day. Brian said.

In the spacious open space outside the shrine, under several ancient laurel trees, rows of simple wooden tables and benches were placed, and almost all the officers and soldiers sat at the tables, except for the officers on duty. There were only two items on the table, spirits and roasted long-haired black pork, and each person had a large bowl filled with wine.

Brian stood up, held up a full bowl of wine, and said in a magical voice: "First of all, those of us who are alive, pay tribute to the dead heroes, they are all the bravest heroes. ”

Silence, heavy drinking, even some humans who can't drink, don't hesitate to drink it all in one gulp.

Brian waved his hand and motioned for everyone to sit down, still standing, his voice heavy: "I'm sorry, I led everyone to start a war, the reason is that I need to open the waterway from the Luyin River to the Mausai River and expel the barbarians who have been infesting us. This war has added fifty tombstones to the cemetery, and countless barbarians have died, and I, too, can drink here. For this fact, I make my own bowl. ”

The viscount drank the second bowl, grabbed the jar and continued to pour the wine: "I want to apologize to every warrior, because the intelligence gathering is not enough, we did not expect that the barbarians still have the terrifying 'centipede people', the lack of preparation caused us to suffer unnecessary losses, and in the end we did not achieve victory. For this reason, General Longfellow and I, we will be fined a bowl. ”

Longfellow hurriedly stood up, accompanied Brian, and apologized to the warrior.

Brian drank three bowls of liquor in a row, his body shook a little, he pushed away the hand that Chica came to support, raised the bowl again and said: "We were defeated, fortunately we are still alive, we will come again tomorrow, the wine still has to be drunk!"

Brian was completely drunk, and his whole body relaxed, and he fell asleep.

He suddenly understood the meaning of war, all lives are fighting for resources, there is no justice, there is no injustice, if you want to be stronger, you have to compress the space of others.

Resources are always scarce, desires are always dissatisfied, and there seems to be no way to maintain this balance.

Senior, the hedgehog, looked at the gray-black sky, and Da Hei and Xiao Qi were also looking up together, they had no language, only soul communication.

"In the underworld, there is no king anymore, but it does not mean that there will never be. "We're always going to get stronger, and there's always going to come a time when we're going to rush into the sky, like Gregory the Ninth King, or fall or break it, and that's what we're going to do." ”

"Why, boss?" said Dahei didn't understand.

"Actually, I don't know, just like in the past few hundred years, I have been honest, but finally I can't stay still. "Maybe to have a soul, always to be strong, always to break through the shackles, whether confused or not." ”

"Great Prince Hedgehog, you have changed. "The big black way," the sow is no longer your ideal. ”

"Really?" said Senior, "maybe behind the canopy there is a beautiful sow." ”