The joy of victory was enough to dilute all the pain, and although a tougher battle awaited him, at least for the time being, no one could stop the lads from singing the hymn of warriors and celebrating this exciting victory with all their enthusiasm.

The bonfire was lit, roast lamb, roast beef, roast venison...... The chef's seemingly clumsy excuse to refuel the three scarred warriors by consuming all the food at once was graciously approved. He knew that his subjects had been suppressed for too long, and now that the crisis had been resolved, everyone should have no scruples about smiling happily.

Sweet wine, fragrant barbecued meat, and the clumsy dancing of more than 30 retinue warriors of mixed colors make up the most lively celebration in the world. The drunken Captain Xin and Jira hugged more than a hundred times, and several of his other subordinates also held the outsiders of the Hope Legion one by one, and they had long treated each other as family. The worst of all was Gulf, who even took Princess Mirong's little hand and danced a waltz with impudence. Qi Lang hated this so much, if it weren't for the only remaining god-breaking arrow lost on the battlefield, he would definitely raise the Holy Blood Bow to give him an arrow. However, he still secretly wrote down Gulf, and the pockmarked face was waiting to go back and explain it to Lucy.

Owu suffered some internal injuries from the hard catch of Ji Muqi's sword, and although he repeatedly claimed that he was not affected in any way, it was clear that his steps were not at their best from the few dance moves he and Leo swayed in.

Lanse will definitely miss tomorrow morning's game. That sharp sword qi shot in from the trapezius muscle, all the way to the latissimus dorsi, although it did not hurt the internal organs, the right half of his body could not exert any strength at all, let alone lift his nearly half-ton giant axe.

The replacement has not yet been decided, although Captain Xin's combat effectiveness is relatively low, he has been fighting for that glorious place with King Mihuan, as a warrior of the Mingyu Kingdom, he can no longer accept that his team is all represented by foreign aid. Also applying was Sergeant Dong Hong of the Hope Legion, who was only one step away from reaching the combat level of a junior sage, and it was estimated that he would not be too hindered in terms of strength.

Gulf hesitated for a long time, and finally made the same application, but he put forward a condition that was unacceptable to Qi Lang - if his quiver was empty, he would voluntarily lay down his arms and surrender. In fact, Gulf is not deliberately embarrassed, after all, Shukin can't show up to help him collect arrows in such a battle, and if the arrows are shot out, the two hits on his fists and feet, I'm afraid that even Princess Mirong, whose combat level is only a mid-level swordsman, can easily put him down.

The problem of selecting alternate players is nothing in the eyes of King Mihuan. In fact, if it weren't for the worry of having a bad face, he even had the heart to ask Qi Lang and the others to give up tomorrow's decisive battle. His goal has been achieved, and he originally just wanted to destroy the dangerous plan planned by the Ji family and Jenny, and strive to save Billy's life, and then maintain the current world pattern. But now the result far exceeded his expectations - the Ji father and son died one after another, and even discredited in the game, the leaderless rangers will naturally be attached to the protection of the Mingyu Kingdom, and with such a group of powerful warriors, the Mingyu Kingdom will be enough to support at least in the short term.

Now, King Mihuan has only one explanation for Qi Lang, he asks the three warriors to live, no matter how much Qi Lang hates Billy and wants to cut off Billy's head, he can't forcibly change this strategy in the decisive battle. Because this defeat is not a big deal, the key is the real battle in the future. Billy Whale's Mouth won't live long, as long as the Mingyu Kingdom sticks to its position, and the Luman Empire successfully survives its own crisis, just waiting for Qi Lang to solve the internal contradictions of the Zonghao Kingdom, the final general attack will definitely start as scheduled.

Qi Lang has also seen this situation clearly, suppressing the anger in his heart, waiting for the opportunity to return color on the battlefield, that is indeed the most correct choice. Still, he was worried, fearing that when the battle came, he would lose control completely. He knew how much he hoped that the day would come soon, to cut off the head of the source of evil, and to avenge the blood of tens of thousands of warriors, and that was really not an impulse that could be restrained by a simple word of consolation.

Fortunately, those kind people came, and no matter when and where, as soon as they appeared, Qi Lang would always forget all the troubles in his heart for a while.

Marcus, who loves meat, brought all the warriors of the Luman Empire with him, even Mr. Quill and Mr. Julai, who were lying on a stretcher. Although he repeatedly declared that he had only cared for this presumptuous visit among friends, in reality he had only dealt with two high-sounding diplomatic words with Qi Lang, and complained about the miserable situation of his loss of 100,000 syrs, and then turned and went to the barbecue area, leaving only the four true friends to Qi Lang.

Of course, one of them, Qi Lang would be more than happy to regard him as a friend, but he seems to have always refused to accept this beautiful title.

"That sword of yours sucks!" Quill's right arm flicked in the air, and spit flew everywhere, and anyone who didn't know the details of his words would have thought he was the one who won the battle. "Do you see the sword of O'U, that will be the most powerful!" he cried out in a tone of lesson, "hold the sword in both hands! How many times will I repeat it before you can remember it?"

Mei Ji rolled her eyes on the side, and Dodim and Zhu Lai each showed a helpless expression.

"I remember, Captain Quill. Qi Lang replied with a bitter face, "You'd better move lightly and be careful of touching your wounds." ”

"Don't change the subject!" Quill was still the stern instructor, "you made another mistake, remember? Why didn't you cut that sissy's throat? That fucking was a joke! If he suddenly fought back, you would have turned into a corpse, and your comrade Ou and that stupid big guy would have turned into a corpse because of your mistake!"

Qi Lang was so taught that he couldn't raise his head, but at this point Maggie finally made a righteous voice: "Do you need me to sew your mouth shut, Captain Quill?"

"Well, that's the end of the lecture! ”

Quill's dismissal order had come back from five meters away, and Maggie had already dragged him and his stretcher away with a grunt, presumably needing something like barbecue or water and wine to stop his foul mouth. However, Qi Lang was not affected by Quill's bad attitude, on the contrary, he felt that the instructor with only one egg was actually quite warm, especially when he called himself a little different, no longer an inferior species in the East, or something ugly such as soft-footed shrimp, but instead of "Sergeant Qi Lang", that is already a great progress, maybe in a few days, Quill will really invite himself to some bar to sit and talk about his ideals and life.

"This paranoia......" Dodim shook his head amusefully and angrily in the direction Quill had left, and turned to Qi Lang, "but I have to tell you a secret, Quill was very nervous watching your game in the afternoon. Twice he was so agitated that he opened the wound, and Dr. Aiden even tried to have someone tie him up. ”

"Really?" Qi Lang turned his inquiring gaze to Mr. Zhu Lai, "Did he take too much anesthetic and have any hallucinations in front of him?"

"I really can't rule it out. Zhu Lai and Dodim laughed together, but it touched Mr. Zhu Lai's shoulder injury so much that he crooked his mouth in pain.

"Can you still hold on, Mr. Zhu Lai?" Qi Lang didn't dare to joke anymore, and hurriedly sat down next to Zhu Lai, frowning and asking while carefully examining his injuries, "That man in the iron mask, he is beyond imagination. I noticed that you talked to him about something, can I assume that you know each other?"

"Of course we don't know each other. Mr. Zhu Lai's answer was very simple, but Qi Lang knew it clearly—he was telling a lie.

"He is worthy of being a big star, and his performance level is superb. Qi Lang squinted his eyes, "Don't tell me, you talked to him for a long time, just trying to disturb his psychology." ”

That was obviously the question in Dodim's heart, and this time he stood on Qi Lang's side, staring directly into Mr. Zhu Lai's eyes with interrogative eyes. "I think your play in the morning was a bit unusual, my friend. He asked, "We can all see that your moves are exactly the same, and he might be stronger, but I think you seem to have some strength." Tell me, is that another hallucination?"

Mr. Zhu Lai smiled bitterly: "I'm just suspicious, because his voice is a little close to one of my old acquaintances......"

"Is his surname Dong?" Qi Lang lowered his voice at this time.

"Surname Dong?" Mr. Zhu Lai showed a stunned expression, "No, it's not him...... Or should I say, I didn't suspect it was him. ”

"But that sword ......"

"That doesn't mean anything. Although his voice was not high, Mr. Zhu Lai's tone was categorical, "The Sword of Loyalty, yes, it is indeed the Sword of Loyalty, but that doesn't mean anything. General Dong had already died in battle, and in that tragic battle, he died honorably, and at least ten trusted people told me about this fact personally. ”

Qi Lang still felt that Mr. Zhu Lai seemed to be hiding something: "So, who do you suspect he is?"