August 14th, early morning. The morning mist was thin, and the chirping of birds came from the sparse trees. The remaining sounds of insects and frogs sounded from time to time, adding a bit of life to the morning. The sun has not yet risen in the morning, and the air is a bit cool. The breeze blows through the mist with heavy moisture, making the body surface a bit colder. The crowd that was supposed to be busy, but no one left the territory at this moment, they were all watching the central area silently. Sixty coffins made of vines were parked quietly on the ground. This was made by the vine fairy overnight. Through the gap, one can see the wetland lizard warriors who sacrificed their lives for the City of Dew sleeping peacefully. Hundreds of people were silent and the atmosphere was solemn. Suddenly there was a commotion in the crowd, and they subconsciously separated.
At this moment, a heroic figure walked slowly from behind. His face was too young, but his majesty became more and more serious as he took steps. Lord of the Dew City, lord of the swamps, their protector— Lear. Wherever he passed, everyone lowered their heads and held their chests in respectful salute. "Good day, my lord" "grown ups." "Salute to you." Lear walked step by step to the front of the coffin without squinting. He held the coffin with his right hand and turned to look at the crowd. The tone was low and solemn. "My people who sleep before you are heroes who sacrificed their lives for the city of Weilu and for all our residents." "Today, they will rest in the Tomb of Heroes." "And next, I will build the Hall of Valor, inscribe their names, and praise their deeds." "All heroes will be remembered and respected by everyone in Weilu City for generations to come." He said with a deep tone. "Get up and carry the coffin!" The wetland lizard warrior beside him immediately stepped forward, picked up the vine coffin on his shoulders, and slowly turned around and headed toward the Tomb of the Heroic Spirits to the east. Lear walked holding the coffin. Three swamp banshees with white flowers on their chests and serious faces led the way. In their hands they carried vine baskets filled with fresh flower petals.
Holding the petals in hand, they raised them high, fell all over the sky, and then settled on the ground, silently. Along with the flying petals, a melodious but solemn song sounded softly. There are no lyrics, but everyone feels the sacredness, solemnity and solemnity in it. The crowd subconsciously raised their chests. Many swamp people in the rear were in a daze. If one day they die, they will be supported by lords, warriors, banshees singing, flowers spread on the ground, and all the people seeing them off. Finally, he is buried in the Tomb of Heroes, his deeds will be engraved in the Hall of Heroes, and he will be admired by countless people after his death. Then even if you die, there will be no regrets. Even the Delsa people who had just joined Weilu City had a subtle change in their mentality at this moment. The dozen or so barbarians who had no sense of existence were mixed in, and their eyes became extremely complicated. In the past few days, they were initially put on alert, and then were put among the swamp people to work with them. Although tired, I saw with my own eyes the vigorous vitality of this territory. A slight change occurred in my heart subtly. Until this moment, seeing Lear's attitude towards the fallen soldiers, the emotions in his heart suddenly took root. In the wilderness, life is like grass. Many more people died silently, unable to even be buried after death. More of a zombie wilderness. Don't talk about leaving your own legendary deeds If they don't have a territory, maybe it's not that hard to accept that they join Weilu City, become the lord's subordinates, and even sacrifice for the territory. Looking at the heroic back of the man holding the coffin, more than a dozen barbarians looked at each other from time to time, and they all saw the complex and subtle emotions in each other's eyes. 3 kilometers is not far, but the process makes everyone feel sacred and solemn in their hearts. The sense of ceremony is completely full. Arriving at the designated Tomb of the Heroic Spirits, dozens of tombs had already been dug ahead. Lear turned his head and looked around, then ordered in a solemn voice. "Bury a hero." The wetland lizard man immediately set off and slowly placed the coffin into the tomb. After settling down, Lear personally took the shovel and took the lead, filling the soil with shovel after shovel. The song of the Swamp Banshee became louder and more solemn now.
Let the sad thing of burial be filled with a sacred aura. When the last shovelful of soil was covered, Lear put down the shovel and turned to look around. "Everyone, observe three minutes of silence for our heroes." As he spoke, he put his hands into fists on his chest, lowered his head, and took the lead in a moment of silence. Swish~ Everyone lowered their heads like him. The only sound left in the air was the gentle breeze blowing through the grass. After the time is up. "The ceremony is over." Lear raised his head and spoke with a heavy tone. "Please remember this day, everyone." "The sacrifices of our soldiers will never be in vain!" "The city of Weilu will surely rise!" Short words are like the collision of gold and stone, sonorous and powerful. After doing everything before, this moment becomes extremely impactful. The crowd looked at Lear with eyes full of respect and warmth again. This is their leader, their master! The funeral was over and the crowd dispersed. Everyone was in a strange mood on the way back. Looking at the companion next to him, he felt a little closer to him inexplicably. Maybe one day, they sacrifice themselves, and the people around them will be the ones carrying their coffins. After the funeral just now, being buried in the Land of Heroes has become the highest honor in everyone's eyes! After his death, he would be willing to die if he could have such an experience. A group of barbarians who did not belong to this territory also felt the same emotion at this moment. Although he could feel that his companions were trustworthy in his own tribe, he had never felt that everyone around him was a relative. For a while, his mood became more complicated Bain's heart was also fluctuating when he heard the discussion of the crowd. He is not young anymore. If he dies one day, can he get this kind of treatment?
Can he be mourned by everyone? Can he be buried by the Lord himself? Yes, he can! He will work harder for the Lord and contribute his own strength to the City of Wei Lu! After his death, he will definitely be buried in the Tomb of Heroes and be admired by everyone! For a while, his fighting spirit soared. He returned to the territory in a hurry and began to arrange the work of the Delsa people. Then he keenly discovered that everyone's enthusiasm today has been greatly improved. A funeral has changed the atmosphere of the entire territory. The addition of hundreds of Delsa people has made the territory run more smoothly. 400 people were sent to the farmland area to open up. With the addition of a large number of laborers, it is expected that the area will be sorted out in three days and swamp wheat will be planted. This is the focus of the current work. But Lear, as the helmsman, rarely stopped. The intensity was too high yesterday, and there were many sacrifices. He was not in a hurry to go out hunting and let the army rest. Long-term fighting will make people's nerves very tense, and it is not a bad thing to relax appropriately. The wetland lizardmen also rarely lay lazily on the grass to bask in the sun. But the busy crowd's eyes are full of admiration. Those sacrificed warriors are all wetland lizardmen! Lear came to the fish farm in the north of↑ and asked the vine fairy to make a vine recliner for him, and sat comfortably on the chair. The wooden table next to him was filled with freshly brewed warm tea, and he would take a sip from the teacup from time to time. He leisurely watched the dragon blood red fish swimming in the water. It was the first time he was so relaxed since he came to the swamp. But unfortunately, it was still a mystery what these 2-star magic creatures ate. They never opened their mouths to eat. Otherwise, it would be a good thing to feed the fish, drink tea, blow the wind, and listen to the banshee humming beside him. At noon, when he was about to go back for a nap, Bain suddenly came over excitedly. "My lord, we found a lot of black dragon broadleaf grass!" Li Er's eyes lit up. "Where is it? How many are there?!" The queen of the swamp wasp can enhance the potential of heroes and activate talents. Even heroes who have activated talents can activate the second talent!
He has been eyeing this for a long time. But he has been busy all this time, and the collection of black dragon broadleaf grass has progressed slowly, so he can only put it aside. I didn't expect to have a job at this time "Most of the farm work today was assigned to the Delsa people, so I sent 5 teams of mudmen to search around." "I really found a lot of black dragon broadleaf grass in a dark bush." Bane was also very excited. As he was talking, several mudmen who had just come out of the mud came up with a large cloth bag. They all put the cloth bags in front of them and opened the bags. Lear looked curiously. The leaves of black dragon broadleaf grass are pure black, the size of a palm, and have dragon scale-like patterns on them, which is very strange. Bain said happily. "My lord, these five bags are all!" "And we have only collected less than one-third. If the quantity is not enough, we can continue to collect!" Looking at the cloth bags that were half a person's height, Lear, in a good mood, stood up with his hands on the recliner. "Baine, go get the dragon dung!" He then opened the intelligence system and looked through the last updated intelligence [3. The corrupted orcs discovered that using dried black dragon broadleaf grass and mixing it with blood to ignite smoke could make the swamp wasps fall into a coma, but the smoke could only cause a coma for ten minutes. They did not control the time well and suffered heavy casualties. Adding dragon dung can greatly enhance the effect. (2 stars)]
