The sun had sunset to the west, the thick smell of blood in the air had not completely dissipated, the black crows hovered over the Twin Towers River, their hoarse cries were disturbing, and the clouds on the horizon were dyed by the blood-red afterglow into fiery clouds, reflecting on the horizon not far away.

"It's the first time I've seen such a magnificent view. Aimo stood on the riverbank, the murmuring of blood flooding his ankles, his beautiful burqa covered in blood and mud, and gently wiped the blood from his eyelids with his palms, wanting to look more closely.

"If you have this time, you might as well come and help!" a clear voice made Aimo "wake up", turned around, the female knight Ain was standing behind him, easily lifting a dead body on her shoulder, her long brown hair was very mentally coiled on the top of her head, and the sleeves and trouser legs rolled up made her look a little more capable.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little distracted......" Aimo smiled embarrassedly, and quickly crouched down to carry the corpse next to him and put it on the flat ground opposite. The bright eyes "accidentally" glanced at the white and red tender calf on the side, Aimo swallowed his saliva, and quickly stood up so as not to be discovered.

"We still have things to do. The female knight said with emotion, crossed her waist and looked into the distance: "The only thing that is fortunate is that we are the ones who win." ”

"Yes. Aimo nodded, his face became a little lost, he smiled bitterly, wanted to cry but found that he couldn't even cry a tear: "Dead, there are too many people!"

On the banks of the Kwyn River at sunset, flocks of crows circled and shouted in the sky, the thick smell of blood made the air strange, and the dead bodies and severed arms were piled up on the ground, pouring on each other, although they had begun to stiffen, they still retained the temperature and toughness of blood......

And on the river beach where the fighting was fiercest. The piles of corpses were even more immeasurable, and the expressionless peasants and soldiers mechanically pulled their spears, shields, and armor from the corpses, and removed the corpses that were once alive beside them in the pool of blood that drowned their ankles.

Did we really win? Elmo struggled in his heart, he wanted to cheer for the victory, but the solemn atmosphere made him not even feel like he wanted to smile. The fertile land was full of bones, and the rushing rivers turned red, and if this was a victory, the fruit would be too bitter.

"Hmm~" Aimo, who is being born. He was kissed on the forehead by the female knight as if he was "sneak attacked", and he staggered in shock, "Poof!" and sat in the water, causing a splash.

"Hehehe......" The female knight who was amused by Aimo shook her head, leaving him behind with a string of silver bells of laughter, and neatly put on her boots and left the beach.

"Hey! Wait for me. Aimo, who was flushed and panicked, hurriedly followed, patted the dirty burqa on his body and walked behind: "You haven't told me your name yet!"

"Al Ain Talboa, my father was the lord of Talboa - of course now Talboa is a Roman domain, so he is the mayor of Talboa. Ain said nonchalantly, "Flag bearer of Her Highness Helena Pendragon." What about you. Knight?"

"I'm Amor of the Charles family, Amor Charles. "I've been to Talboa a few times, and it's beautiful...... I mean, because of such a beautiful and dignified young lady as you. So..."

"Besides, I'm ...... now," Aimo just wanted to introduce himself, but sadly found that his identity was too insignificant compared to the other party. He is the flag bearer of Her Royal Highness Helena. What about himself, perhaps Lord Mehemus would be willing to keep him as a herald after the battle?

"I'm still the Roman Minister of War, Lord Mesimus... Belch... Soldiers!" Aimo blushed. But he quickly covered it up: "I think I should thank you, if you hadn't arrived so in time, the Kwen River would not have been able to hold it." Allow me, on behalf of all the fortunate and alive Kwyn people, to express my heartfelt gratitude to you - you saved us. ”

"You guys fought bravely. Aine replied casually: "It was you who saved yourself, not everyone has the courage to fight the orcs, even if many people know that they can't survive if they escape, but they still can't overcome the fear in their hearts." ”

"I don't know...... Is it possible to ask a more private question, please forgive me for being rude!" Aimo's face was as red as a monkey's butt, and his body trembled: "Do you have ...... Lover?"

"Lover...... I..." Aine was stunned, and a face that disgusted her to the extreme, suddenly burst out in her mind, but she was not so annoying all of a sudden, and her lips trembled involuntarily: "Yes, there is one." ”

"Ah...... That's the case......" Aimo was relieved and asked with a reluctant smile, "So, which good knight was so lucky to get ......?"

"Don't ask. Ain quickly waved his hand, shook his head and turned his face away: "You won't like him, that's a fool, a complete fool!"

"Help us, whoever it is, please come and help us!" A mournful cry attracted the attention of those around him, and Aimo turned around, and a dark figure lying on a stretcher came into his sight, and a bad thought made him run quickly.

"The Radiant Cross is Sir Ahart!Sir Ludwig Ahart!" Aymor pushed the guard away, and fell to one knee in front of the stretcher, his hands trembling and not knowing what to do. The original personable old knight is now covered with scars all over his body, there is a dent mark on his chest, and the chain mail and burqa on his body are torn to shreds: "What the hell is going on?!"

"What are you doing there?!" The female knight kicked Elmo in the back, "Quickly carry Sir to the tent and get the doctor, do you want him to bleed to death?!"

"We've looked for ...... I've found it!" The soldier's mournful cry was shocking: "But they all said that there was no help, those quacks! None of them were willing to treat the adults!"

"Now listen to my ...... Now carry Sir to the tent at once. Ain paused and said, "There is someone who can definitely save him...... Malcius, I'll go to the prophet, he must have a way!"

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"Sir Ludwig Ahart, and the soldiers of Larria, who alone held on to the rocky shoals - they were attacked by at least two thousand orc warriors. ”

As night fell, Mehemus, who was standing outside the tent, sat on the ground as if he did not see Helena standing beside him, muttering to himself: "They have defended the flanks for the army. All the while, we had only to face the enemy head-on - they, the Larians, did not ask me for help once. ”

"From beginning to end, the flag of Laria did not fall...... They fought as bravely as all heroes. Mehemus said in a dull voice: "Admirable." ”

"All the warriors who fought to defend the Kwyn River are worthy of admiration, including you, Mesimus. Helena patted his shoulder armor lightly, and her white hands were stained with a layer of dark red sludge: "You have participated in a battle that is almost certain to death!"

"Can you tell me how many of the Larria soldiers survived?" asked Helena softly, "and the Roman, the warriors of the Kwyn River." How much did we pay this time?"

"Four hundred and eleven, if ...... Count those that require amputation. Mehemus said calmly: "After tonight, at least half of them will die from wound infection or pain...... There may be suicides. This is very common, Your Highness. It is not uncommon for soldiers to commit suicide because they have become disabled, because they cannot continue to serve as soldiers, and they cannot go to the fields to do farm work when they return to their hometowns, and they have become a burden to their families, and it is better to die. ”

"As for the warriors of the Khwyn and Rome...... Hehe......" The middle-aged soldier smiled: "You better go and see for yourself, those who can still stand up." It's all survived. ”

Just as the two were talking, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and a tired Maltheus walked out of the tent with a cane, and bowed to Helena with great difficulty: "Salute to you." Your Highness. ”

"How's it going?" Helena stepped forward and put her arm on the old prophet's shoulder, "Sir Ahart, he...... Is it already saved—must it be saved?"

"It's hard to say yet, but at least it's okay for now...... I've never seen anyone with such a strong desire to survive!" Malcius looked respectfully at the tent, "the ancient healing technique of the Noldor Elves, handed down from time immemorial—the power that causes the patient to feel extremely intense pain—simply put, dissolves rotten flesh and broken bones. And then it grows new again. ”

"He didn't cry out in pain from beginning to end. Malthews exclaimed, "This young man has a strong faith in his soul!"

"His health has not fully improved, and it will take a period of recuperation to fully recover...... Of course. It is also possible that you will have a high fever tonight and then never wake up, and it is impossible to accurately judge such a serious injury. Maltheus said, "The rest can only be left to heaven to decide." ”

"I'll pray for him. Helena whispered, "Thank you for your help, Prophet Malcius, for saving a hero of the northerners. ”

"Speaking of which, this Sir has asked me to make a request for you. Maltheus said, "He wants to see you while he's not dead...... Uh, in his words, ask for your forgiveness. ”

(The upper, middle and lower chapters on blood and fire may have been discovered by children's shoes, and Kongkong is imitating his own writing at the beginning, that is, the way Theodore first appeared in the first few chapters of the first volume, in the words of one reader, "full of slogans, scene rendering, no half of the substantive content at all, fake big empty Qi alive", in short, it seems to have written a lot, but in fact there is not much content.)

I don't know what it looks like to others, but Kongkong is the kind of person who will be because of the sentence in the bright sword, "The brave wins when they meet on a narrow road", Alexander the Great, "free Macedonians", will be passionate because of the rising sun, and the kind of little sensual virgin plus otaku who cried bitterly when watching "The College Entrance Examination in the City", if I was asked to write war scenes in the third person, I really didn't know how to write it, and I would die without a passionate atmosphere, of course, I also know the importance of character description, and Kongkong is also working hard, try to do it.

I hate that the text is not on topic, so try to make the name of each chapter and the content relative, for me this book Theodore is by no means the only protagonist, at least not in my opinion, I want to make my first book as complete as possible, of course it has hit the street, but anyway, it can't be more ruthless, so let me enjoy the fun of storytelling as much as possible~ Empty and respectful) (To be continued......)