Bang –

An iron pickaxe chiseled into the soil and dug a small hole.

Soon, a pointed wooden stick about 20 centimeters long was nailed to the ground.

On the side of the road, there are a lot of such sharp logs, row after row, like the fence of the road.

It's almost decorative...

A warrior picked up an orc head from a flatbed cart and pressed it down on the sharp wood, which was quickly stained green with the beast's blood.

Now, it's much more pleasing to the eye.

Ruperz braced himself with a pickaxe, took a big breath of fresh air, and enjoyed his hard-earned rest.

He didn't understand why he ended up doing his old job even though he had joined the legion.

Shouldn't he fight with the orcs, shouldn't he fight?

Hiding behind the city walls, listening to the roar of thunderous monsters, you don't even see the shadow of the orcs!

When Rupetz came to his senses, the bells of the high platform echoed across the earth, and General Ponger led his cavalry against the orcs, leaving behind piles of heads.

The only thing Rupec needed to do was to nail the heads to sharp logs and erect them on both sides of the road.

Everything was like a dream.

While Rupets was resting, his companions began to chat,

"How far is this from the Divine State?"

"I don't know, maybe a hundred clouds, right?"

"At least two hundred clouds!"

Several people quarreled, but no one could convince anyone.

Listening to the quarrel of the young people, Rupets couldn't help but speak,

"Two hundred and forty clouds."

He has a good personality, he is old, he is still a middle manager of a textile company, and he has a certain prestige among people.

Since the elder Rupets said so, there must be a reason for him.

A young man felt a little incredulous and asked,

"We're going to nail the heads of these beasts all the way back to the Divine State?"

In about two steps, it consumes an orc head, and about 170 orc heads per mile.

240 miles, if you want to nail the heads of orcs, you need...

The young man did the math and came up with the answer,

"Many, many, many!"

All:......

40,000, 40,000 orc heads are needed to 'repair' this road.

Ruppes straightened his waist, greeted the warm afternoon breeze, looked at the morning sun, and a rare smile appeared on his usually silent face.

He suddenly said something inexplicable,

"All roads lead to the state of God."

Most older people smile when they hear this.

Only the young people were a little dazed and did not understand what the old Rupets was doing when he suddenly said this.

All roads lead to God.

On each road, the heads of orcs were nailed.

...

No one knows how many corpses the orcs threw down when they retreated.

The Divine State alone spent at least 200,000 orc heads on road construction!

In the war that has taken place in the past month, Ponga's Highland Camp has become a ruthless war grinder, mechanically harvesting the lives of orcs.

Tens of thousands of orcs died under the highlands alone!

More orcs, dying on the way.

Due to the bombing of several passages in the Nice Mountains, the orcs returning north had to take a longer detour, a rope around the orc's neck.

Pang Ge led all the fast-moving cavalry, pursued the beast tide, and hung each other, like jackals hunting in the desert, following their prey, consuming the opponent's will and physical strength. …

If the beast tide counterattacked, Pang Ge quickly retreated, not fighting the orcs at all.

Even if the orcs accelerated and rushed in front of the legion, they would not be able to pose any threat to the legion.

Musketeers will also teach them to be orcs as soon as possible.

The inferior roots of carbon-based organisms can be seen at a glance at this moment.

No matter how hard the skull is, it can't compete with a bullet.

When the enemy retreats, we advance, and when the enemy advances, I retreat.

Every counterattack of the beast tide was easily defused by Pang Ge, and at the same time delayed the progress of the orc's return to the north!

When Ponger and Spartak's men converged, the men were more calm.

They just have to wait, wait for the orcs to self-destruct.

When the bell rang, in Luden's words, the circle of poison was shrinking.

The orcs began to go berserk.

Some of the orcs fled desperately to the north, and the vast majority of them died of exhaustion on the way.

Due to Pong's harassment, these orcs are too far behind to escape back to safety!

The rest of the orcs don't need to be solved by Ponger.

These orcs become extremely aggressive, attacking everything around them like crazy!

Nearly 100,000 orcs went mad in front of Ponge, and the only thing he could do was to drive the horses out of this hell on earth.

After all the orcs had died in cannibalism, Ponge led his troops back to the battlefield.

He collected all the skulls and transported them back to the Divine State in a cart.

Instead of sending it to Shenbang City for inventory, Pang Ge chose a simpler and crude method - to build a road.

This is a military merit, a blood feud, and a glory!

And the dictator Ludon is in Snow River City, greeting the triumphant General Pangger!

Outside Snow River City, the number of people who greeted them was not large.

There were only the dictator Ludon, the slave Awu, Justice Envy, and several legionnaires who remained in Snow River City.

Behind the crowd, a man in a white coat with hanging arms was sneaky and did not dare to approach.

The makeshift greeting ceremony was somewhat rudimentary.

Neither Luden nor Ponger, though, cared about this detail.

They have just joined forces to achieve the most glorious record in the history of the Divine State, and they have created a miracle even more miraculous than the Divine State!

No pen and ink can describe their achievements.

Riding on a horse, the black-haired Ponger came unhurriedly.

Behind him, tired but infinitely high morale, the Legionnaires.

Although they are disgraced, everyone's eyes are full of pride and pride.

As witnesses and creators of history, they are entitled to pride.

Pang Ge rode on his horse, and after passing by the crowd, he did not dismount, but nodded slightly and continued to move on.

The dictator, Luden, did not show any dissatisfaction, but motioned for everyone to follow and follow General Ponge into the city.

Ponger stopped outside the command post, and at Luden's signal, Awu stepped forward and helped Ponger off his horse.

Ponger was drunk and needed help to move forward, and the smell of alcohol on his body was like drinking a lot of alcohol.

Lutten didn't say anything, leaving his men in charge of the surrounding guards, and he hurried into the back room.

After leaving people's sight, Luden's face became gloomy, and he asked in a cold voice,

"What's going on?"

Clearly, Ludon realized that something was not quite right. …

Ponger doesn't open champagne to celebrate, and he doesn't get drunk like this.

Something must have happened that Ludon didn't know.

Very bad thing.

Spartak didn't dare to hide it, and said in a low voice,

"We didn't bring enough food with us when we pursued the orcs..."

Ludon was unusually angry, and scolded,

"Damn, you're chasing the line!"

When Ponger set out on the expedition, Luton was in charge of the logistics.

How much food did Ponge take away, and what kind of results could he achieve in pursuit of where.

These are rigorous conclusions that have been reached after countless discussions.

Once Ponga pursues too deeply, he will face a shortage of supplies, and there will be no food...

Ludon asked in a cold voice,

"What do they eat?"

He already knew the answer.

Even so, ask one more side.

Spartak hung his head and whispered, "Orc meat..."

Ludon snorted coldly, and without even going into the house to look at Ponge, he turned and left.

The fatigue of a big war, plus eating contaminated food...

Even with Pong's physique, he didn't have long to live.

With the medical standards of the gods... It's hopeless, wait for death.

...

A moment later, Ludon stood on the high platform, holding a bullhorn in his hand, and said coldly,

"I know you're in the city, come to me."

With that, Ludon put away his horn and left the platform.

He believed that he could hear his message.

Lutten returned to his usual conference room, and in the shadows, there was indeed a figure more.

Ludon got straight to the point and said,

"I need medicine."

The medical level of Shenbang can't save Pong.

Qiyun's yes.

The figure in the shadows, as if hearing a joke, asked rhetorically,

"You're teaching me to do things?"

Medicine?

She does.

Why should you give it to Luden?

The figure tilted his head and looked at Ludon with complicated eyes, stubbornness, anger, disdain, sympathy...

"I leave everything to you."

Luden's voice was cold, and he said emotionlessly,

"My wealth, my status, my prestige... It's all up to you. ”

The atmosphere in the conference room seemed to freeze, almost frozen.

Ludon spoke again, his voice softer,

"You're my proudest student."

The man in the shadows, silent for a few seconds, scolded,

"Luden, don't think I'm going to eat you!"

She knew the man in front of her all too well.

"What did you leave to me? Have you asked me what I wanted! I ask you to stay when you are! Where were you when I was put on trial?! Where are you when I am killed again and again, and when I am resurrected again and again! Tell me, Ludon Bonaparta, father of the kingdom of Qiyun, speak up! ”

The woman stepped out of the shadows, pointed her right hand at Ludon's nose, and scolded like a city shrew, regardless of any etiquette,

"You'd rather choose the gallows, that stupid gallows, you don't want to stay with me for a second longer! You'd rather die! ”

Her voice choked,

"I took the poison and thought we could meet in another world, like in the play, and guess what happened? Enough poison to kill an elephant can't kill me! ”

The empress's face was covered with tears, as if she wanted to vent everything in her heart, and smash everything she had encountered on this man's face, like one resounding slap after another.

She walked towards Ludon with heavy steps and asked with a roar,

"Did you ask me when you gave me this curse! You asked me..."

The Empress's words came to an abrupt end.

She was hugged by Luden.

In this familiar, warm embrace, the woman couldn't cry.

She smashed the man in front of her with her fist, but she didn't dare to use too much strength, and smashed it weakly over and over again...

Finally, the woman buried her head in her chest and sobbed,

"I'd rather die... None of this makes sense..."

"I'm sorry."

Ludon said softly,

"I did not know beforehand about eternal life."

The woman didn't know whether to trust him or not.

Ludon is honest and never has a word of truth out of his mouth.

She hugged her tighter, as if she was afraid that the man would escape.

Luton didn't sigh and said softly,

"I'm saddled with another curse."

The conference room fell silent, as silent as death.

There are only two souls destined to be lonely, hugging each other tightly.

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