Giving away human heads is certainly not a game term, but a real human head pickled with lime.
The implication is naturally self-evident:
If you don't surrender, we will massacre the city of Orin after we capture it.
These heads are your fate.
Although the Olin City government has implemented media control, all kinds of rumors still spread like wildfire, causing all citizens to be shrouded in a kind of sadness and resentment.
After all, Thessalonica is not far from Olympia, and many citizens have relatives and friends there, but now they are separated from them forever under the occupation of the Crusaders.
Along with the heads came even worse news.
King Bonifacius of Thessalonica led the remaining 10,000 troops to the vicinity of the town of Olympia and joined the vanguard troops at the edge of the ruins.
As a result, the number of Crusaders attacking the city increased dramatically again, and military actions like infiltrating behind enemy lines and causing sabotage like today could no longer be carried out due to excessive risks.
Arriving at the arena on the top floor, there was a bonfire made of wooden boards, with corpses wrapped in red cloaks placed on top, letting the flames devour the dead flesh and blood.
These corpses include Spartans and ordinary mercenaries.
The Spartans led by Rudasius stood under the fire, solemnly.
Seeing the people from the Azure Sword coming, Ludasius turned around and stared at Ask:
"You fought beautifully this time." His voice was hoarse, and it seemed that he had suffered considerable injuries in the war.
"Same here." Ask said politely.
"No, the Spartans are not as good as you." Ludacius smiled bitterly, "At least I am not sure that I can take nine people out and bring them back safely."
Ask smiled but didn't answer.
Rudasius picked up the sword that was placed next to the fire, walked to Eleanor and handed it to her.
"What is this?" Eleanor asked puzzledly.
"The sword of Turunus." Rudasius laughed, and Eleanor noticed a new scar on his lip, which seemed to have just stopped bleeding. "Do you remember the Spartan warrior who fought with you at the station in Olympia?"
"It was him," Eleanor recalled immediately. "You mean..."
"Since he was defeated by you last time, he has been thinking about washing away the shame." Rudasius said solemnly, "In today's battle, in order to cover the retreat of the mercenaries, he fought to the death with three power armored knights and was eventually shot and killed."
"This is his family's ancestral long sword. It is said that it contains a small amount of Purgatory Blood Steel. It is sharper than any other sword in the world."
"According to his last wish, I am now handing it over to you. You are the one who once defeated Turulens. Please take his sword and will and pursue greater glory on the battlefield."
"This..." Eleanor waved her hands quickly, "I can't take it."
However, Rudasius quickly stuffed the sword into Eleanor's hand without saying anything, and then hurried away with his men.
"Asker..." Eleanor said hesitantly.
"If someone has to give it to you, just take it." Ask said, "By the way, have you ever considered learning sword?"