Before leaving, he only gave Mrs. Elizabeth four words - "Save strength"!

The army of the werewolf has been wiped out.

What the human coalition forces have to do now is to clean up the small-scale zombies that have dispersed and then focus on guarding against the half-beast army coming from the loess high slopes.

Before leaving, Murphy met Grand Duke Rotschild.

Behind him was the man named "My King", but his face was pale. Murphy could feel that the use of [Oath-Sword of Victory] brought a huge burden to his body. As the Chief Priest of the God of War said, "Using the power of the gods with the body of a mortal" was a very unwise act. Murphy began to understand a little why he asked himself if he was a "god-fellow".

Grand Duke Rotchende was not much the same as Murphy imagined.

He is a kind old man.

At least he looked very kind. When he met Murphy, the old man who held one-third of the authority of the noble parliament even gave him a warm hug.

Greek heavy infantry suffered heavy casualties.

The loss was nearly one-half, and the only one who did not suffer any losses was the Crete Long Bowers. They were protected by other soldiers and had never been put into hand-to-hand combat. The Spartan heavy-armed fanatical infantry suffered serious losses, more than two-thirds. They were the main force in the face of the elite elite of the high gnolls. Three priests in the Temple of War were killed, and one of the Spartan conquerors was seriously injured.

After the human army took over the canyon defense line, Murphy left the next day with his soldiers.

Including his trophy.

Mrs. Elizabeth, with more than a thousand soldiers loyal to her, went to sweep away the small groups of werewolves scattered in her territory. After experiencing the battle in the canyon, and after facing the crazy offensive of the werewolves, these militia also had a more military aura.

momentum.

This is no joke.

In his previous life, Murphy met a retired veteran who had killed people on the battlefield in Vietnam. His ancestral martial arts were traced back to the martial juren of the Qing Dynasty. This person had a very obvious momentum. If he described it in an artistic direction, it was murderous aura! If he was lucky enough to meet such a person and then be targeted by him, you could feel what it means to be covered by murderous aura!

My hands and feet are cold, and I seem to be a little out of control, and my brain feels like a buzzing sound.

Very interesting feeling.

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The bodies of the dead were taken with me, and Murphy spent half a day cremating the corpses of these warriors.

The ashes were piled up.

These ashes will be sprinkled in the Temple of War, they are with the gods and with the city.

The Chief Priest of the God of War told Murphy that in the future, any Spartan warriors trained by the temple will use these ashes to mark their chests.

That way, no matter where they end up dying in battle.

Their souls can find their way back and find a place of rest.

They will return to the command of the God of War!

Although he won the victory, the casualties of his comrades made everyone feel less joyful. The robe that once fought side by side with his back turned into a slaughter of soil. No one could forget it so easily.

This is not weakness.

This is just a kind of precipitation. When this precipitation is sublimated, their will will be as unshakable as steel!

They are invincible warriors!

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The army advances silently, when the outline of the Athenian city appears, and the people working in the fields appear.

There was a smile on everyone's face.

At this moment, all the pain is healed and all the efforts are worth it.

Because, this is their home.

They are warriors, fighting to guard their homes!

That's all.

In Athens, citizens consciously stood on both sides of the street to welcome the returning warriors.

The wives are looking for their husbands, and the mothers are looking for their children. They are either laughing or sad.

Central Square.

Murphy stood solemnly on the platform, looking down at the citizens gathered in the square, and whispered: "We have won!"

"We defeated those cannibal beasts!"

"From today, this land will belong to us!"

"Tomorrow, all adult citizens will receive land!"

A burst of cheers rang out in the square.

Looking at the soldiers surrounded by citizens cheering, Murphy turned to the *** Officer and asked, "How many cattle, sheep and wine are there?"

"There are fifty sheep, and the territory is currently full of plowing oxen and cannot be slaughtered. However, there are more than one hundred pigs and beasts bought from human city-states." The official picked up a book and looked at it, and quickly replied: "There are 350 barrels of wine, which is ale."

"Kill them all." Murphy nodded and said in a deep voice: "The celebration banquet will be held tonight. All citizens will be present."

"Yes. I'll do it now." The official *** nodded, turned around and went to arrange the staff.

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At night.

It took a whole afternoon to prepare, and a huge celebration banquet was finally ready.

Stepping into the center of the square, Murphy didn't say much.

He just picked up a large glass of wine and drank it all, and then whispered: "I won't go back if I'm drunk tonight!"

"Don't go back if you're drunk!" the men laughed.

The women brought pots of meat to the ground, and the citizens let go of their stomachs and ate and drank. Soon, the ancient songs of the harvest festival came to mind in the square. In August, the crops in the field were about to mature. In another month, it was the harvest season.

There was laughter and joy in the square.

Let go of the pain and we will be happy tonight!

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The country's important weapon is only war and sacrifice.

Murphy chewed this sentence silently and slowly walked down the platform.

There will be death if there is war.

Everyone must learn to accept this. In the future, the city of Athens may face more challenges. This is the cruelty of the world, and exchange blood and life for the power to survive!

Any species is no exception.

As soon as he looked up, Murphy saw the high priest.

Tonight she was still wearing the snow-white priest robe, which wrapped her delicate body. Under the reflection of the night bonfire, a gentle aura suddenly appeared on the high priest that Murphy had never seen before. As if she was aware of Murphy's gaze, the high priest slowly turned around and fell on his face. The high priest leaned over and gestured, and a faint smile appeared on his soft face.

Murphy raised his glass and drank it all in one go.

He looked up at the starry sky, the bright moon hangs high, and the stars dotted.

"finally!"

"Finally, I have gained recognition from the indigenous people of this world!"
Chapter completed!