Chapter 13: Saying that Hero I am a Hero (Part 2)
"Sir, have you returned to the arrow hill?"
"Well, I've returned, there are no enemies within five hundred meters. Come on and move forward!" Annien stared for a while and opened his eyes: "No need to hide it, let's rush back."
"yes!"
The horse's hooves let go of their voices without any scruples, and the sounds of dozens of riders suddenly frightened the birds, but the two hundred meters of hills arrived in a blink of an eye, and ran happily up the hills. The fierce wind blew over. Looking around, the huge black building of Roska Castle had appeared in everyone's sight. Almost at the same time, hundreds of chasing orc troops were spent on the river, but no one was afraid at this time.
When the orcs arrived, they could have already run to the castle. Can't these few hundred orcs attack the castle? That's just a purely seeking death!
At this time, Annien did not run down immediately. He strangled the horses and looked at the group of beast soldiers coldly. The soldiers behind him also pulled the horses, and at the same time, he calmly watched the orc army approaching, without any panic - they believed Annien's judgment.
The orc army slowly moved 100 meters in front of them, and then came out to ride a few horses. The leader was Lu Tiya, the commander of the lion clan. He raised his hand and issued an order. The orc army stopped. At this time, it was noon. Lu Tiya looked up against the sun. What he saw was a group of soldiers with broken armor, haggard faces, but murderous aura in their resoluteness, and the quiet expression on their faces!
As a commander, he certainly knew what this meant! His eyes suddenly looked at the human commander in the middle, but what he saw was a young man dressed in a mage, which made him a little disappointed, because he always thought that he would meet a powerful human warrior commander. But in the blink of an eye, he no longer felt this way.
In the noon sunshine, the young mage's eyes were cold, resolute, profound, wisdom, and ruthless and cruel flames, almost integrating all the qualities that he imagined should have. In an instant, his heart was filled with the passion to fight the strong.
"I am Lutiya, the Golden Family. From now on, the Orc Khanate was in the Arrow Castle!" He spoke, and he was speaking in a common language with a loud voice. He reached the hills and was heard by everyone.
"I am Anion, the lord of the newly established Earl of Aesy." Anion replied.
"Okay, you don't have to send someone to move the body back secretly. I will give you the body to you as a real warrior. But besides your corpse, I will make my wine glass on the ground. This is my memory of the hero!" Lu Tiya stared at the corpse of the warrior tied to the horse. In such a battle, he actually returned with the body on his back, which made a sense of military appreciation in his heart, and he said arrogantly and briefly.
"If I defeat you, the same is true. However, I will not make your head into a wine glass. I will build a tomb for you, and the powerful orc warrior Lutiya is written on the tombstone."
Lu Tiya pointed, looked deep, and he stopped looking back and took his army back. He knew that these hundreds of people were so short distance from the human base camp, so today, he could not keep these human soldiers. Since this is the case, it would be even more straightforward.
Annien also turned around, his expression changed. Just now, he used divine detection to know some of his background, the sixteenth-level warrior, and a member of the Golden Family! As an orc royal family, he actually knows the common human terms, and this sign itself is a kind of uneasy preview.
But for a moment, he smiled: "Go, let's go back!"
A strong enemy is ahead, and the storm is about to come, but he can only break through the wind and waves. On the earth in the 26th century, even a cultivator will find it difficult to understand the strength and perseverance in this war. But now in this world, he has grown up. Every moment of progress has made him calm and filled him with the pride of fighting.
"Since the storm is inevitable, let it come more violently!" His horse rushed down, but he remembered this ancient saying on earth.
They rode their horses and rode through dozens of times until the castle. The cavalry rushed to the square. All the people in the land avoided it and paid tribute. The target was a cemetery. In front of the cemetery, a huge stone tablet had been erected, and on it, a line of golden characters shone!
"In the name of the gods, warriors will be immortal for their homeland and for justice!"
When he arrived at the cemetery, Ann was the first to turn over and dismount, and then led the horse forward. The soldiers behind him also dismounted. This cemetery was Annen's idea, and of course such rules were the same!
The pastor inside heard the sound and poured out from it. Generally speaking, there were not a kind of pastor here. There were all kinds of pastors, which appropriately met the needs of various beliefs. These pastors saw the scarred warriors, and even Annien was shot on his shoulder. Due to insufficient healing potions, they had not yet fully healed. They exclaimed and then went forward to heal them.
"First baptize the soldiers who died in battle and let them return to the arms of the gods!" Annien refused the priest's treatment and pointed at the death warrior on the horse. Although it was only spring now, the soldiers who had died for a few days had already smelled the corpse. However, Annien calmly stepped forward to help unload the corpse, and then stood there, asking the priest to wash the corpse one by one with holy water, and then wrapped it in clean white cloth. During this process, he did not even frown, as if the stinking smell of the corpse was smelled on the corpse, which did not exist at all.
"Sir, they have been baptized, please treat yourself quickly!" A captain stepped forward and said, and they had bandaged the soldiers who died one by one, put them in the coffin, and wrote their names on a parchment. Tomorrow, a funeral with all the soldiers participating will be officially held, and their names will be carved behind the tall stone tablet.
Annien knew that his responsibilities as a lord and commander had been fulfilled, so he stopped being pretentious and received the priest's treatment. Then he left the group of warriors and headed towards his residence. Within this week, he had accumulated a lot of experience and had to go back to digest it.
When Annien left, all the soldiers stood solemnly until they disappeared from their sight. They relaxed. The pain and fatigue of the battle came fiercely, marched in the forests and jungles, fighting on the enemy's land. Every minute and every second, the breath of death was around them. They had accumulated too much pain and fatigue. But at this time, they looked at the tall stone tablet, the corpse of the warrior who was not abandoned in the battle, and the priest was busy packaging the corpses of the corpses with snow-white cloth. They suddenly felt that all their struggles, all their battles, and all their pain had value.
In this world, life and death are not guaranteed every day, and life and death are at the next moment. As an ordinary soldier, you are already very satisfied with such treatment. What other extravagant wishes?
At this moment, Annien had already arrived in his residence, which was of course different from ordinary residences. It had an underground drainage system, exquisite food, and eyed guards to protect his safety, pay close attention to every gap and corner.
Sentinel, keep an eye on the scope of his patrol and always be vigilant.
The first thing I did when I returned to the residence was to take a bath. The warm spring water filled the huge bathhouse. He sat inside naked. In the spring water, there was an expensive fragrance floating, nourishing his skin and bringing him a different enjoyment.
In the spring, the wind and frost on his skin and the traces of wounds continued to fade away until there was no more. Then he clapped his hands, and immediately, the maid who was waiting outside had opened the door and came in.
Some of these maids are Loli from twelve to fifteen years old. They are cute and have the graceful curves of women. Although they are clear and astringent, they have unique charm. If they are on earth, they are "clear voice, soft body, easy to push down". Most of them are wearing cute sailor suits. This is indeed a very early antique. Annie only watched this fantasy cartoon called Sailor Moon by chance. Now, these things are reproduced one by one.
As for the adult girls, they all wore a style similar to the Tang Dynasty quintessence, and their chests were covered with snow-white white and had been exposed most of them. But in fact, they were using expensive silk. Under the thin silk, they were wearing nothing. The thin silk clothes could not block their bodies at all. Not only were the high and convex curves on their chests, but the gauze-like long skirts were almost transparent, especially after being dyed with moisture, which was almost naked, and even more attractive than nakedness!
Annien then focused on admiring them, watching them pour water for him, dance for him, and sing for him. The singer in the middle even had her gorgeous long hair, revealing her snow-white shoulders and plump cleavage, and her long ivory legs, which were really amazing when she was jumping.
At this moment, two twelve-year-old little Loli approached him and handed him a wine glass and new grapes. These grapes were all produced by magic, and only the great nobles and magicians could enjoy them. They touched them casually, causing the two Loli to giggle and let them feed them with their mouths.
The lips are sweet. In this backward world, lying in the beautiful knees and waking up to kill the right to kill people, this is how I have experienced it. I was still raising my troops on the battlefield, but now I have been lying among the beautiful girls. Only those who are in the scene can understand the different tastes between them. The upside-down and intoxicating life seems to be just like this.
Chapter completed!