"Compatriots, today is a sad day, we have lost many relatives, dear friends, lovers."

Humble funeral.

The sky was dark.

A corpse, simply wrapped in a white cloth or sheet, was laid flat in the square outside the cemetery.

Many of the wounded, dragged their scarred bodies, bandaged and supported by their companions, came to the square to listen to Giuliano's speech.

It's a pity that God is not beautiful.

The premonition of the wolf warrior with an old bone came true after all, the rainstorm was coming in a blink of an eye, and the black clouds were in the air, as if the next moment, with a thunderclap like a horn, there would be an endless rainstorm pouring down.

"But in the same way, today is a day to remember for all of you who have free will, that we have defeated the invaders, defeated the enemies who tried to destroy our homeland and slaughter our people!"

Giuliano raised his arms and shouted.

His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"This is a hard-fought victory, so hard that without the help of Lady Jeanne, Lady Prajna, Lord Lothar, Mr. Cours, Miss Friengira, Captain Hans Centurion, and Captain Hogg, we would have been defeated."

"But they're leaving, there's no one to help us anymore, we're left on our own."

The mood of the wounded could not help but become even more depressed, they had just suffered huge losses, and immediately after, their most trusted and relied on allies were leaving, did they really have a chance to win?

Looking at a group of clansmen who were like lost dogs, Giuliano couldn't help but roar angrily:

"Raise your heads, my proud compatriots, there is no way to retreat, and after today's battle, we will fight the old wolf clan who are high above us."

"I must admit that any weakness we have ever harbored to try to compromise with the old wolf clan who are high above us is utterly foolish, and they have always had the intention of destroying us, and we should have been ready for today's war."

"Yes, we were beaten badly, but you must know that we are facing a coalition of nineteen families, and the number of enemies, and their proud bloodline, are supposed to outnumber us countless times. But in this war, the exchange ratio we played alone was close to two to one, which is enough to prove that what they are proud of is worthless!"

"We have defeated them once, there will be a second, a third - until the final victory is won, the entire history and order of the wolf clan will be rewritten and reshaped by us - all wanderers will no longer be discriminated against because of their blood, and there will no longer be a high wolf clan who are born superior, Texas is vast enough to accommodate every free-hearted wolf warrior to survive, this is our last and only home."

"Long live the new wolf clan, my fellow citizens, long live all the wandering wolf clans who do not want to submit to slavery, long live freedom."

In his ears, Giuliano's deafening roar was heard.

With a thunderclap.

Torrential rain poured down.

The cry of the wolf clan, mixed with the howl of the wolf, resounded throughout Wolfburg, which could not be suppressed by the storm, and belonged to the rebellion of the wolf clan at the bottom - if you high old men are not willing to give us dignity, freedom and equality.

Then we will take it with our own hands.

Break the shackles.

Free all the oppressed wolves of the world!

...

Your relationship with the Wolf Federation, a parallel world force, has been elevated to the highest esteem.

In your next 10 gachas, the probability of drawing the United Wolves increases by 50%, and the Servant will inherit the progress of the Parallel World Combat Record, that is, he will remember your existence.

Your servant, Cellinina di Basilicata, has passed the promotion examination, please honour him as soon as possible.

Lothar looked a little strange, and the room was absent for a month

There is a feeling of being separated by a world.

He reached out and touched Prajna's cheek.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and the thin quilt covering her body was torn off, revealing her fair and smooth shoulders: "We're back?"

"Hmm."

Lothar hugged her, reluctant to get up for a long time.

The scenes in the battle record, along with Giuliano's deafening roar at the funeral, still echoed in his mind.

The fatigue in the world of combat records will not be brought back to the real world, but the mental exhaustion, even if the mental power is still in a full state, but the experience in the combat record cannot be faked.

It's like having a dream that is extremely lucid and lasts for a long time.

"Does it really look like a puppet?"

Prajna asked in a low voice as she reached into Lothar's quilt.

"Of course not, don't listen to Jeanne's nonsense."

To be honest, Lothar liked the iceberg-cold feeling of Prajna, and the appearance of frowning and biting his lip to meet the sprint really made him want to stop.

These are completely different reactions from Jeanne.

Bang.

Jeanne pushed the door open.

A sly smile appeared on his face, "Let me see what you guys are doing behind my back?"

Lothar was taken aback.

It's the same with Prajna.

She didn't feel Jeanne's arrival, which was absolutely impossible before, and it was difficult to ignore Jeanne's breath to dark creatures like the sun shining in the night sky.

Jeanne said triumphantly, "Don't forget, I woke up earlier than you, but unfortunately the time was too short, and you woke up as soon as I hid it."

She walked briskly to the bedside.

"You're fine."

Lothar looked at Jeanne intact, and although she knew it would be like this, she still felt a sense of peace of mind that the boulder had landed.

Jeanne snorted softly, "Don't pretend to care about me very much, first lift the quilt and let me see if Miss Pranya, who is ice clear and jade, has put her soft and smooth little hand on any part that shouldn't be placed."

Lothar: "..."

…

"What's the matter with you guys, didn't you sleep well last night?"

Anna looked at these people in front of her, obviously she had only seen them for a short time, and she felt that they were very different from before.

"Long time no see."

Frigila greeted Anna, her eyelids barely open, she had fought all night in the World of Combat Records last night, and finally got the perfect recipe for a wolf venom potion.

As long as Celinina and Hans supplied her with enough blood, she was completely sure that she would be able to create a wolf poison potion that would increase the wolf's combat power by a quarter in a short period of time.

If Lothar gains new Wolf Clan Servants, the usefulness of the Wolf Poison Flask will be further enhanced.

Long time no see?

Anna was a little baffled.

"Anna, you have come just in time to be my most honored guest, witnessing Cellynina's promotion."

Instead of explaining, Lothar smiled and offered the invitation.

Promotion requires a ceremony.

Although Lothar could simply put his sword on Cellinina's shoulder and chant "Grant you promotion", a bowl of water should be level, and so should Trona have a promotion ceremony. You can't choose one over the other.

Anna was a little confused, but still very reserved, and said, "Then I came quite by chance."

"Miss Cellinina Di Basilicata!"

"I'm here."

Cellinina knelt on one knee with a solemn and solemn expression.