When An Fei trapped the zombie with a cane and then dragged it back, he had already started to clean up the battlefield. Although a large number of undead creatures were annihilated at a small cost, the town also suffered a certain degree of damage, especially Ximpera. In the camp of the Sixth Regiment, all kinds of materials were sunk in the swamp. If we want to make up for certain losses, we must carry out large-scale excavations.
"Sir, why did you bring this ugly thing back?" Alice looked at the zombie behind An Fei in surprise.
"These monsters can talk, so sooner or later, we will learn some extraordinary secrets from their mouths."
"Did you hear it speak?" Alice asked in surprise. She thought the zombies only mastered some simple communication methods, but according to An Fei's meaning, the two spoke the same language. This was her Didn't think of it beforehand.
"Yeah." An Fei nodded: "Why is there something wrong with the atmosphere?"
"More than thirty people in Ximpera's mercenary group were killed, and more than ten mercenaries were injured." Alice paused: "It will be cleaned up soon."
"Clean up?"
"Just kill those injured mercenaries completely."
"Didn't it cause a commotion?" An Fei pondered for a moment: "How about... let me go and see them."
"You don't have to worry about it." Alice sighed softly: "The mercenaries know what kind of opponents we are facing, and they have been ready to sacrifice for a long time. You had already left at that time and did not see that kind of In the fierce battle scene, the remaining zombies launched an attack on Himpera's Sixth Regiment like crazy. In fact, Himpera retreated in time. Less than ten people in the Sixth Regiment were killed at the beginning. At the last moment, as long as someone was injured, If they are injured, they will rush forward. Even if their arms are torn off by zombies, or even their skulls are exposed by the magic released by zombies, they are still blocking the front. Without their sacrifice, our dead and injured mercenaries There will be more.”
"In this case... I should go see them." An Fei said slowly.
Alice was stunned. Then he immediately understood what An Fei meant and nodded silently.
"Alice, let the dwarf build an iron cage as quickly as possible."
"Iron cage? Do you want to..."
"Of course the monster is locked up." An Fei shook the cane in his hand: "Do you want me to lead it around all day long?"
"I understand." Alice pursed her lips and smiled.
At this time, many mercenaries gathered around, pointing at the zombie lying on the ground, their eyes full of hatred. If they were not worried about the zombie's powerful pollution ability, they would probably pounce on the zombie and beat it up. The zombie was trembling. It sensed the hatred around it.
"Suzanne, you stay here and stare at it. I find that it is very afraid of you."
"Okay." Susanna nodded.
The town of Moramachi is not big. After a short time, An Fei arrived at Ximpera's defense area. To his surprise, Chris and Bravi were both here, along with a dozen magicians. Although in a specific living environment. The mercenaries will not have any thoughts of being kind to women, but when faced with their partners, especially those who once protected them. They really couldn't do it. The cleaning work is done by magicians. Under the high temperature of the wall of fire, the dead and injured are turned into dust, without distinction between you and me, good and evil.
Simpera and her mercenaries formed a semicircle to bid farewell to their comrades with silence and sadness. Ximpera is tall and slender with a straight body, and her wavy golden hair is full of vitality. Unfortunately, her demeanor does not match her appearance. Except it's still dull.
Although Manlin and Xinpera were not married, their relationship was well known in the group. Xinpera was abandoned by her lover and suffered a huge blow. Hatred is a force that forces people to survive tenaciously, but hatred can get What happens after you vent
In fact, Ximpela also has her own cronies, and now she is using these people to build a skeleton to command the mercenaries of the Sixth Regiment. They did not stand up against Manlin at that time because Manlin had the power to speak out, and they also stood up. If it doesn't help, it will lead to self-destruction, and Ximpera has also lost its last and only chance. To survive for these subordinates? This goal is very lofty, but unfortunately it does not meet the reality of Simpera.
As a strong person alongside Manlin, she can allow Manlin to control all the real power and have prestige that far exceeds hers, so that when they turn against each other, she is unable to fight back. This is just because most women have a kind of attachment. psychology. Whether a woman lives happily or not depends crucially on what kind of man she chooses. Although this statement has some male chauvinistic tendencies, it is not unreasonable. Ximpera didn't want to compete with her future husband for anything. She gave up what Manlin wanted. When Manlin made suggestions, she raised her hand to support her. She was so humble that she forgot herself. For her, Manlin was her heaven. Unfortunately, now, the sky has collapsed.
Older mercenaries all know that the Iron-Blooded Rose Mercenary Group was originally just a second-rate mercenary group. Ximpera's father was a fugitive noble from the Shansha Empire. The family wore rose flowers as their medals, so she fled to the mercenary group.
The Rose Mercenary Group was established, and Iron Blood was added later by Man Lin. The second year after Xinpei took over the mercenary group, he met Manlin, and they worked hard to run the mercenary group together. The names of the two high-level swordsmen were very attractive, and the strength of the mercenary group grew rapidly. However, when Ximpera proposed marriage, Manlin said that he did not want to be misunderstood or looked down upon, and hoped to wait until the mercenary group was upgraded to a first-class mercenary group before discussing personal issues. Finally waiting for the day when they were promoted, Manlin said that the current affairs were too busy and that if they relaxed a little, their hard work might be wasted. Ximpera was willing to understand Manlin and was willing to wait. Who knows who would end up? This result.
The mercenaries of the Sixth Regiment could not understand Ximpera's mood. In comparison, they were more worried about their future. Seeing An Fei appear, the mercenaries respectfully gave way. Why is the magic group so large? Wasn't the attack launched earlier? Why didn't the mysterious great swordsman help them? It's not that no one has thought about these issues, but they would rather choose to forget. Forgetting is the instinct that inferiors must have when facing superiors. Of course, there are some things that cannot be forgotten, such as etiquette.
"An Fei, you're here." Chris said softly, with a bit of sadness in his eyebrows. Jiu Morocco could remain calm about this kind of loss, but Chris couldn't do it because he was still young, because He has no similar experience.
"Yes." An Fei's face showed a look of sadness. Only he knew that only three-thirds of the so-called sadness was true, and the other seven points were just to match the scene in front of him: "Xinpera!"
"Sir!" Ximpera woke up as if she was electrocuted and fell to one knee on the ground.
"How many men did your Sixth Regiment lose in total?"
"Forty-seven people in total."
"Tonight, sort out the names of them and all their relatives, write down their places of residence, and then give them to me."
"Understood, my lord."
"Alas..." An Fei sighed deeply. He felt a little strange in his heart. He had already sent out a secret signal, but Chris, who had cooperated with him several times, did not answer. An Fei had to take the opportunity to turn around and gently Hit Chris.
"An Fei, what do you want a list for?" Chris, who was immersed in sadness, reacted.
"They are martyrs who sacrificed their lives to protect us all. After this undead war is over, we must find their relatives!" An Fei said slowly: "If they can no longer take care of their relatives, let us Take their place, that's what we should do."
"Sir, it's not necessary." Not only did Ximpera not show any emotion, but she shook her head.
"Huh? Simpera, what do you mean?"
"Sir, we escaped from the siege of undead creatures. Our city has... fallen."
"You mean, your relatives..."
"Yes, sir." Ximpera lowered her head.
"It's so unfortunate..." An Fei couldn't help but sigh again.
The mercenaries also had a look of grief on their faces. They also tried to defend their city to the death, but there were too many undead, and necromancers also participated in the attack. If they continued to fight, they could only turn into zombies. So in the end he had to escape with Manlin.
An Fei glanced around and saw several dwarves gathered around a small furnace, constantly heating the weapons and various light armors and leather armors in their hands. These were the equipment of the mercenaries of the Sixth Regiment, and After fighting the undead, the source of pollution must be completely eliminated. Weapons and armor contaminated with zombie blood may also become sources of pollution.
An Fei waved to the dwarves, who hurriedly put down their work and ran over. An Fei said slowly: "Can you make a large stone tablet?"
"Stone tablet? Yes, sir." One of the dwarves said with a low eyebrow.
"An Fei, why are you making a stone tablet?" Chris answered again. Although there were some repetitions, it was no wonder that he was there. There is no such thing as cross talk in this world, otherwise the inspired Chris would definitely do better.
"They are heroes, but we cannot let them be unknown heroes. At least we must carve their names on the stone tablets to give future generations a place to remember them."
The world is turbulent and all is for the benefit, this is a life attitude; to settle the affairs of the king and the world, and to win the reputation of one's life and death, this is also a life goal; anyway, people always have something to achieve in their lives. Under the current situation, An Fei can't use money to boost the morale of the mercenaries. It's useless to give them a gold mountain. Where can they spend it? Although 'name' is not very practical, many people still like it, and now An Fei can't give anything else, so getting something is better than getting nothing.
"It should be like this!" Chris nodded.
"Ximpela, there is no need to hold a funeral today. All the mercenaries will hold a funeral for them tomorrow!" "As you command, sir."