The sun was setting in the west, leaving only a mournful blood-red floating on the ground, and the silent sky was the color of clear water, like a mirror, rolling white clouds on the horizon.

The ruins of the war-burned settlements were littered with corpses of all kinds—orcs, Noldor elves, and humans, most of whom remained the same as they had been when they were alive, and they were lying on the ground like that because of the stiffness of their bodies after death due to excessive exercise. Lying on the bloody ground.

Thankfully, the Silent Forest has a temperate climate and a large forest area, and although the ruins are full of suffocating blood and an eerie stench, there has not yet been a decomposing corpse. Of course, these corpses must also be buried as quickly as possible, otherwise the situation may be even more serious -- there are no "battlefield cleaners" such as vultures in this forest, and there are no similar animals that feed on carrion, and if they are not disposed of quickly, not only may the water source be polluted, but even an outbreak of plague that is difficult to contain.

The flames left traces everywhere and the breeze blew choking smoke across the battlefield, and broken weapons and banners spread all over the field, wordlessly recounting everything that had happened.

The coalition soldiers didn't chase far before they stopped, and the exertion of physical strength and the gradually cooling blood brought them back to the ruins, and began to treat the wounded in an orderly manner, tidy up the battlefield, and bury the corpses.

Victory, they victory, but the sad atmosphere makes them really have no idea of celebrating, everything has to wait until the matter is over, before they are in the mood to celebrate the luck of their survival, or the thrill of revenge.

In particular, many of the northern Noldor warriors who have just entered the battlefield, most of them may have fought with agile cheetahs and angry bears in the lonely dark forest, but this is the first time I have experienced a battle like this with tens of thousands of people using swords to decide the lives of both sides.

Because it was their first time on the battlefield, many of them did not even have armor to protect them, which greatly increased their casualty rate, especially the disability rate was obviously too high - and the Southern Noldor warriors who had experienced it once had more or less some leather armor and the like to wear on their bodies.

As for the "hot-blooded youths" who followed Bode to charge with the knights, they also faced an outcome that they had never thought of at first - because it was the first time they charged with guns, many of them nervously forgot to release the barrel of the gun from their armpits at the moment of stabbing and throw it away by inertia. As a result, the speed of the horse and the recoil of the horse stabbing the enemy broke the wrist, and even the entire arm was crushed -- the samurai career, which had just begun, withered before the most brilliant brilliance of his life could bloom.

After experiencing death for the first time, especially the mass death of his own brothers and relatives, the pain that burst out from the bottom of his heart, and the cry of grief that made his soul also grieve for it, made this glorious victory also dyed with a layer of gray color.

He staggered on the battlefield, without a trace of joy on his face. Finding someone alive, whether it's a human or a Noldor elf, makes them excited.

What will also make them very excited is the discovery of the orcs who are still barely gasping, the wine of revenge is always so rich and sweet, I believe that the moment these Noldor warriors stabbed their swords into the enemy's body, the blood that spurted out was definitely more touching than the richest black tea.

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Helena strolled silently on the battlefield, the mud and blood stained the soles of her boots, the original gorgeous white tasseled helmet had long been gone, allowing the black hair to fall down, her haggard face was as pale as lead gray, and her big dreamy blue eyes were only misty and dazed, and the corners of her eyes were still slightly red and swollen, looking around. The figure like a fallen leaf staggered with the wind, lost its soul, and people couldn't bear to sigh and grieve for it.

Is this war? Death, death, endless death. Pain and sorrow, crying and howling, this is what we are going to do? Is there anything more deplorable in this world? Is there anything more cruel and inhumane than this?

The girl's heart struggled incessantly, and she saw a new knightly story that she had never seen before in a knight's story, such a knight's story that had been staged countless times: no flowers and cheers in the novel, no poignant aiqing stories, no heroic duels of sympathy............ The rest is the bloody black soil, and the battlefield full of gunpowder and mourning.

Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in the girl's trance-like sight, a knight wearing a somewhat tattered purple cloak, covered in dirt. The figure brightened Helena's eyes, like straw found not far away by a sufferer who had fallen into the sea.

"Theodore, Theodore!" cried the girl with a crying voice, but she could not run anymore, and staggered towards the figure, still with some fear and anticipation in her heart, afraid that the figure would disappear after she had passed by.

"Helena?" the young Caesar hurriedly turned around, saw the lost figure, and hurried to meet him. Gently held the little hand that stretched out, but I didn't expect the girl to suddenly collapse down, so I had to half-kneel and hold her in my arms and hold the girl's back tightly.

"It's okay, it's okay...... You're alive, you're still alive......" Helena's tone was filled with joy and relief, her nose twitching, and a cries came from Caesar's ears: "Great...... Great......"

"I promised you that I would survive. Then deliver victory to the palm of your hand. I am Caesar, and I do what I say. Theodore gently patted the girl on the back, and his voice was as thin as a moan: "It's all right, it's all over, it'll be fine soon, it's all over." ”

"If it's too uncomfortable, just cry, just cry. Theodore said softly, "Don't make yourself uncomfortable anymore, and it's all right to cry." ”

The girl's hair was soft, smooth and tender like a breeze on her face, with a faint fragrance, and although Theodore could still feel the soft and round body through the armor, it made him have no crooked thoughts, only a kind of pain and unbearable.

If there is no accident, the girl will experience this experience many times more until she is completely paralyzed - the humans will counterattack, the Noldor elves will take revenge, and the whole north will become a huge war machine in the years to come, and batch after batch of soldiers will go to the battlefield and fight the orcs until one side completely collapses.

As the only surviving bloodline of the Pendragon family, the girl will become the link that holds the whole north together, and become the ruler of the north at least in name, not only the remnants of the empire in the north need her to appease, but the rule of Rome also needs her to be approved by the "law", Theodore can already learn what Helena's future fate will be - it is a seemingly glamorous ending, but in fact can only watch the last thing he wants to see happen.

It was cruel, but Theodore could not refuse such a choice - he was the Caesar of Rome, and all choices must be based on the rule and strength of Rome, otherwise it would be against the basis of his own existence, and Caesar without Rome would be nothing.

Rome can't fight the orcs alone, and Rome can't be the enemy of this only human race in Shijie, Rome wants to be strong, develop, and grow. Theodore, as their Caesar, had to sacrifice his own childish ideas first - he was Caesar first, and Theodore Julian second.

Theodore, who didn't know how to make the girl happy, just gently hugged the fragile body and let the girl cry on his shoulder, crying quietly.

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So far, the combined forces of humans and Noldor have completely destroyed most of the Liliang tribe in the ruins of an unnamed settlement in the south. The Taal tribe, whose vitality has been lost, and even the leader has been killed, can be said to have gone from the original strength to the road of destruction, and it will not be long before its wealth and descendants will be divided up little by little by the surrounding small tribes, and the orc Liliang will further decline.

There are also the same side effects, but the current Terenus and others have not yet noticed it: the death of Kosai, who is second only to Ashina Khan in strength and prestige, has greatly reduced the number of leaders and tribes among the orcs who can compete with Ashina, and Ashina, who wants to unify the orcs and form his own khanate, has inadvertently taken a big step, and the threat posed by a united orc khanate is absolutely devastating - unless, the human race can also truly unite and unite with the dwarves and Noldor elves.

Of course, the benefits of this battle are also obvious: the Noldor elves have been given a unique opportunity to train, and all the Noldor warriors and hunters who have been on the battlefield are a great asset. It won't be long before the Forest of Silence, with its large militia base, can organize an army with a powerful long-range Liliang and a close-range impact Liliang, which will be a powerful new force.

At the same time, the dwarves, who have always pursued absolute neutrality, will also join the camp against the orcs - the new Gar crown prince Rivad, who has not rescued the Tar tribe in time, has no choice but to unite the human-Noldor alliance. Although Ashina wants to win over other races, it is obviously unlikely to spare the betrayers, otherwise the orcs under his command will definitely rebel.

The fighting has subsided for the time being, but it is not over. It won't be long before this newly formed human coalition will rush to the next battlefield, and their battle is not over yet!

(Thanks to Brother Solomon and Brother Snow Love (I say this, is there a suspicion of being close to it?, no matter what, it's all book friends anyway!) for the reward, and the empty space continues to ask for collection~)