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Surrounded by the dragon swordsman and the monarch who stood still and kept silent, a group of people standing in the tent looked very crowded, but when it was raining outside, they could only squeeze each other patiently.

Compared to the trivial matter of being crowded, the leader's silence at all is more oppressive.

Until nearly 10 minutes passed, under the embellishment of heavy raindrops falling on the ground, Bupo finally raised his head, as if he could freeze the low-temperature sight of the scene to look at everyone around him.

The overly calm and silent aura is full of danger. Everyone wants to avoid their eyes, but when they think of the current situation, they still support their eyes and look straight.

"The monarchs who are still maintaining law and order in the kingdom of swords are waiting for news of our victory."

Under the dead silence, the calm and gentle scholar's tone as usual spread quietly.

It's just that under the fact of "destroyed and failed", this tone is even more uncomfortable. It quietly permeates the spirit of everyone, and forcibly pulls the fear deep in the hearts of everyone present on the face.

"They must have prepared the singing stage and welcome activities to welcome us back to the country, right? Cover the red carpet on the way we walk, and order the people to take the petals of celebration and sprinkle them on us who are shining with glory."

Listening to Bupo's narration of a series of beautiful scenery, the face that had been trying to look at Bupo was finally unable to hold on. He clenched his fists tightly and wanted to squeeze out some strength, but found that he could only lower his head powerlessly.

"Everyone, take a look at the scenery outside the tent."

You don't need to look specifically to know it, just hearing is enough, but before the leader's order, everyone is not only listening, but the vision is forced to focus on the "whole tragedy".

A large number of tents were set up in an invisible distance from the front of the tents to the rear. In addition to the soldiers who were sheltering from the rain, there were also many corpses whose faces and bodies had been destroyed so that their identities could not be identified at all.

In order to be able to enter the tent, the pile of corpses was stacked on the top of the tent as objects, and the blood of different people dripped from the top to the ground, and the faint smell mixed with the smell of the heavy rain mixed in the air, freezing The humid temperature contrasted sharply with the warmth inside the tent.

As long as it takes time, the identity of the swordsman and the magician can still be classified through the clothes and the size of the body. However, the corpses that were originally destroyed together with the human form cannot be distinguished, and the appearance and internal organs are broken due to stacking. It is also impossible to tell which country represents the heroic fighters.

Even if it is handled perfectly, there are still a small number of people who don't know whether to put it in the comfort tablet of the kingdom of swords or the stone tablet of the kingdom of magic.

Those who fought bravely for this jihad could not even rest in peace in the habitat of death.

However, this is already considered a "lucky" situation.

Due to the short time, the number of temporary tents was still not enough, and a large number of corpses could only be thrown into the mud as waste products, stacked up and let the heavy rain rain on these corpses with tattered clothes.

Many swordsmen and magicians stood beside these piles of corpses to mourn, and some were drenched in heavy rain, hoping to accompany these companions quietly for at least the rest of the time.

There will always be victims in past wars, but the other aspect of sacrifice has also won spiritual victory and support for the country and itself, so even if you are injured, you can still stand up again and shout "Glory of the Swordsman", " The power of a magician".

But this time there was nothing, and all that was gained by making countless sacrifices was nothingness.

Even the brave swordsman who was able to take the lead in charging and killing the enemy bowed his head silently at this moment, not wanting to hold up the long sword as a partner and faith again, and shouted the glory that no one can violate.

Lost too much.

In this so-called jihad, everyone deeply understands this.

"Did you see it? Then heard it? These are our current situation, and then think about it, those people and monarchs who are ready to welcome us back, they are full of anticipation."

Bearing the leader's words silently, everyone could only bow their heads with all their strength, fearing that others would see their ugliness. If there was a pothole on the scene, everyone without exception would bury their heads in it.

Click, click, click...

The silver armor on his body swayed and made weak and colliding sounds, and the sounds that appeared one after another turned into loud noises and mixed in the tent.

"Damn..."

The sound of broken thoughts came out from this noise from time to time. With this sound as the tipping point, the bodies of the dragon swordsman and the monarch trembled more obviously, and some of them desperately grabbed the weapons at their waists and looked to the left side of their chests. half of the heart position.

"You guys are not reconciled, are you? Regret it? Thinking of this humiliation tarnishing the honor of the swordsman, thinking of my life's belief being torn apart like this, the guilt of letting everyone down is about to overwhelm my spirit."

lb!

He clenched his fist with his right hand and hit the only wooden chair at the scene with a sound that could be heard.

Clap clap clap.

The unbearable wooden chair suddenly broke into pieces and fell to the ground. Standing up from this wooden chair, Bubro, who was originally calm in sight, now contained some kind of firmness and anger, and roared loudly after inspecting everyone.

"If you are not reconciled, it means that you have not given up hope! The sacrifices of your partners will never be in vain. Everyone in the Kingdom of Swords will not want to see the result of defeat. Raise your head, stand up and continue fighting. Our victory! Now is the time to show the glory of the swordsman!"

Astonished expressions covered everyone's faces, but the eyes full of frustration and powerlessness changed rapidly in the next second. They looked at each other several times to confirm their own value in their hearts, and finally they all looked at Bupo with fiery eyes in tacit understanding.

The trembling but passionate spirit was ignited again, and the fire of counterattack was ignited again under the heavy rain.

"Whoa whoa whoa!"

"Long live the unbroken leader!"

"I will follow the leader all my life!"

The shouting sound also attracted the eyes of the surrounding soldiers, as if the atmosphere had been exaggerated. The soldiers outside the tent were beaten by the rain and bowed their heads in silence.

He looked hesitantly at the partner who had turned into a corpse, and several swordsmen and even magicians who were also suspicious, approached the outer edge of the tent where Bupo was.

It is precisely because of the "power of despair" that this kind of "hatred against one person" can be brewed unexpectedly and quickly?

Not far away, Dun quietly watched the development of the situation, and did not follow the encouragement around him to raise his hands high, but the strong body under the armor did receive the influence of the atmosphere. Originally, only the emotions and thoughts that had been hollowed out were left in his head. Can't help but set off thin ripples.

But... is this really possible?

Looking at Bupo who encouraged the crowd with a confident smile, Dun couldn't help but have doubts and puzzles.

Is this really the right thing to do?

Is it really okay to continue sacrificing like this?

If the person holding the magic sword is called the magic way, then Bupo, who seems to represent justice in front of him, is faintly passing on the "magic way" to influence these inspired people.

Is this justice?

"My lord, what do you think we should do next?"

Perhaps "spiritual encouragement" has been achieved to some extent, and this spirit will be further transformed into action.

Accepting everyone's scorching gazes at once, Dun immediately understood the meaning of the leader - now there is no turning back in this journey to hell, and everyone must be buried in it.

You must inherit the sacrifices of dragon swordsmen, partners, and relatives, bear all of these, and then win.

Gritting his teeth tightly, Dun took a deep breath. The tense nerves could not be unloaded at all, and a depressive and heavy tone was squeezed out through his throat.

"Scitno... the Demon King has consumed a lot of energy, so he must be resting nearby now, so there is a good chance of finding it if you do a sweeping search."

"That's right, in the past we misjudged the power limit of the black sword in the Demon King's hand, but this time we have definite information, and the number of times he can activate today is his limit! Otherwise, he would have no reason to run away in a hurry, and now it's our counterattack The moment! According to Lord Dun’s words, it’s clear that a carpet search can find that evil Demon King!”

"Whoa whoa whoa!"

"Kill it!"

"For the glory of the swordsman!"

In line with the roar, he couldn't help but raise the bright red gun in his hand.

"The person who finds it will get a huge fortune for a lifetime of enjoyment. The person who kills the devil will be the hero of the sword kingdom for life, the brave man of the world, and will live in the hearts of everyone forever."

Hot liquid rolled into the bloodshot eyes, and tears that blurred vision swirled in the eye sockets, and slid down the corners of the eyes and down the cheeks along with the roar.

"For our dead comrades, for our family members who are looking forward to our return, and for the glory of the swordsman ahhhh!"

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

"Ohhhhh!"

"Kill kill kill kill kill kill!"

"Kill the Demon King!"

"Kill him ah ah!"

"For partners!"

"For the glory of the swordsman!"

The ears received the shouts of the masses, like the fluctuations caused by the lake, and Dun, who was a member of it, was also encouraged to raise his right hand, sweeping away unnecessary thoughts and thoughts in his head, and supporting the unbroken leader who was destined to represent hope.

Even if he didn't need to remind him with his eyes, Dun was very clear about the road leading to hell. He was already deeply trapped in it, and it seemed futile to struggle.

The Kingdom of Sword and the Kingdom of Magic cooperate to destroy the only belief of the Demon King.

The intense pressure of fighting for the family.

This is reality.

A friendship that no one can violate.

Believe that the other party can abide by the agreed concept.

That's all about Ton.

What will be the result of the contradiction between the two.

Dun felt deeply from this victory.

At the same time, there are also conclusions.

Raise your right hand to support the strategy of the unbreakable leader and the glory of the swordsman.

This is the conclusion.