Chapter 56: Death from Unknown

"Great Lord, Utols thanks for saving my tribe!" The barbarian warrior who was over two meters tall and had muscles like steel came to Murphy. There were several wounds on his back, and blood was leaking out, but he seemed to have not noticed it and stepped in front of Murphy. The barbarian warrior, who was nearly two meters tall, knelt in front of Murphy on one knee. He placed his right hand on his chest and slowly lowered his head.

The blood clotted on his solid back, looking like he was wearing a layer of battle robe!

Following Utols, the other surviving barbarian warriors also struggled to stand up and bow to Murphy.

This eventually turned into all the surviving Psyias kneeling on one knee toward Murphy!

At this moment, under the moonlight, Murphy's figure became extremely tall, as if the ancient kings were accepting worship from their ministers!

Because of the injured Psyia, the team's return speed had to slow down.

The soldiers who were too injured and unable to be treated ended their pain by their companions, while the remaining soldiers were briefly bandaged. The seriously injured and dying horses were cut open to their throats. The knights of the General Guard filled the water bottles with boiling horse blood and fed the injured Psyia soldiers to drink. The amount of holy water they carried was not large, and only the more serious people were treated. Others had to survive to the town.

In the age of cold weapons, some injuries that cannot be cured but cannot be killed immediately can even make soldiers wail in pain for a whole day before they die. At this time, they need their companions to end the pain for themselves.

It is less than fifty miles away from the town. If it is fast, you can reach the territory in the early morning.

The left ear of the dead man was cut off by his companions, and there would be a dark blue tattoo on the left ear of the Psychean. This tattoo was carved by the shaman when each man became an adult, with a special symbol on it, representing the mark of each warrior. The left ear would be collected, sprinkled with lime, and carried close to the person who had a blood relationship with the dead man, until they returned to their hometown or were brought back by another warrior with their left ear.

In the southern plains, barbarians who use mercenaries as their lifelong professions may not be able to transport the bodies back to their hometown after death. Then his companions will cut off their left ear and take them back. The shaman will put the left ear symbolizing their soul mark into the burial place of the ancestors.

Then, the bodies of the dead were buried, although everyone knew that this was just useless work.

In the wilderness, even if the corpse is buried deep, it will be found by the wild wolves. They will dig out the soil and swallow the dead's corpses! Until even a trace of meat can no longer be found on the bones!

However, these surviving soldiers could not tolerate the comrades who had fought side by side and delivered their lives and death to each other, just like this!

They used weapons and hands to dig holes on the grass and buried their companions' bodies.

Murphy kept watching quietly, and the knights of the General Guard also watched quietly, without any intention of helping.

Because they knew that if they buried their comrades who had entrusted life and death, they would not want others to intervene. Murphy would not understand this emotion before, but now, he understands it a little.

This is the emotion that a man buried under a solid appearance, never expressed, and no one needs to understand.

The graves on the ground were covered with small earth buns, just like soldiers in Athens, without erecting monuments or leaving any words.

Born in nameless, died in nameless.

But what can never be buried is the figures they once fought!

In a wilderness, the weak humans were also fighting against alien creatures under the leadership of ancient heroes with names and surnames! Exchange life for survival soil! Sprinkle glory with blood!!!

These barbarian warriors are much stronger than those ordinary mercenaries.

They won the respect of Murphy and the recognition of the General Guard Knights.

On the way back, the knights gave the horses to the injured barbarian warriors, and the horse's corpse was abandoned in the wilderness.

The group was silent and rushed towards the territory by using the moonlight.

At about one o'clock in the morning, Murphy returned to the territory. The Psycheans were arranged in the barracks, where there were reserved holy water and doctors, and Murphy had arranged people to treat them. With the powerful healing effect of holy water, I believe they will be able to recover in a few days.

After dealing with these things, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

The night wind blew, and the cold moonlight fell on the ground, dividing the mottled silhouettes.

The surroundings were quiet, and the residents of the town had already fallen asleep, with only the neat sound of horse hooves as the general guards led the horses forward. They did not want to disturb the other people's good dreams.

While passing by the temple, Murphy saw a faint light.

He suddenly stopped and was stunned.

It was only then that he remembered that before leaving, he had told the high priest that he would come back the next day.

The temples closed their doors after the sun sets, without exception.

Handing the horse to the general guard behind him, Murphy picked up a wide cloak and put it on, covered his blood-stained clothes on his body, and then slowly walked to the temple.

He saw the high priest.

The gentle woman was kneeling in front of the statue of Athena, the goddess of wisdom, praying, as if she had heard the footsteps outside, and she slowly stood up.

Turning back, the woman's gentle eyes fell on Murphy. After staring for a moment, she put her hands on her chest and nodded. Then the two new priests gently closed the gate of the temple.

As the temple gate was about to be closed, she looked at Murphy's face in the darkness and smiled softly, her eyes curled into crescent moons.

The lights went out, and the soft footsteps of the priests leaving came from the temple.

She is waiting for herself to come back...

The soft smile of the high priest remained in his mind.

This moment!

A kind of inexplicable emotion suddenly burst out in Murphy's heart, and this fiery emotion even made his hands tremble slightly, and he couldn't help it!

A warm current filled my chest. As the temple gate was about to be closed and the figure of the high priest was gradually covered up, Murphy suddenly had a strong impulse!

He wants to rush up!

Push the door open and hugged the gentle woman in her arms!

But he stopped this impulse.

After looking deep at the magnificent temple, Murphy turned around and walked towards the Governor's Mansion.
Chapter completed!