Chapter 57 Gathering people’s hearts, a hero’s funeral
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 even 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. As the petals flew, 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 also sacrificed, they would have lords supporting the coffin, soldiers carrying the coffin, banshees singing, flowers spreading 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 subtle changes 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 without a sound, and could not even be buried after death.
More of a zombie wilderness.
Not to mention leaving their own legendary deeds
If they don’t have a territory, maybe it’s not that hard to accept that they join the City of Weilu, become a subordinate of the lord, and even sacrifice for the territory.
Looking at the back of the heroic 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 ritual 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 up the soil one shovel after another.
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 in 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 my own death, I would be willing to die if I could have this kind of experience.
A group of barbarians who did not belong to this territory also felt the same emotions at this moment.
Although in his own tribe, he can feel that his companions are trustworthy, but he has never felt that everyone around him is a family member.
For a moment, his mood became more complicated
Bain's heart was ups and downs when he heard the crowd's comments.
He is no longer young.
If I die one day, will I get this kind of treatment?
Can you be held in silence by everyone? Can it be buried by the lord himself?
Yes, it must be possible!
He must work harder for the adults and contribute his strength to the city of Weilu!
After his death, he will definitely be buried in the Tomb of Heroes and be respected by everyone!
For a time, the fighting spirit in my heart surged.
He returned to the territory in a hurry and began to arrange work for the Delsa people.
Then I keenly discovered that the enthusiasm of everyone today has been greatly improved
A funeral changed the atmosphere of the entire territory.
The joining of hundreds of Delsa people made the territory run more smoothly.
In the farmland area, 400 people were dispatched to cultivate it.
With the participation of a large number of laborers, it is expected that the entire area will be sorted out and planted with swamp wheat in three days.
This is the focus of current work.
But Lear, as the helmsman, took a rare pause.
Yesterday was too intense and there were a lot of sacrifices. He was not in a hurry to go out hunting and let the army take a good rest.
A long battle will strain a person's nerves, so it's not a bad thing to relax appropriately.
The wetland lizard man also took a rare opportunity to lie lazily on the grass and bask in the sun.
But the eyes of the busy crowd were filled with admiration. Those warriors who sacrificed their lives were all wetland lizardmen!
Lear came to the ↑North Fish Farm and asked the Vine Fairy to make a vine lounge chair for him, and he sat back comfortably on the chair.
There was freshly brewed warm tea on the wooden table next to it. From time to time, he picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
Leisurely watching the dragon blood red fish swimming in the water.
It was the first time since I came to the swamp that I felt so relaxed.
But it is a pity that what these 2-star magic beings eat is still a mystery. They still refuse to open their mouths to eat.
Otherwise, it would be a nice thing to feed the fish, drink tea, blow in the wind, and listen to the banshee humming next to you.
At noon, just as he was about to go back and take a nap, Bain suddenly walked over excitedly.
"Sir, we found a large amount of black dragon broadleaf grass!"
Lear's eyes lit up.
"Where? How many are there?!"
The Queen of the Mire Hornets can increase the potential of the hero and activate the talent. Even the hero who has already activated the talent can also activate the second talent!
He has been watching this for a long time.
But he was busy during this period, and the collection of black dragon broadleaf grass was slow, so he could only put it back.
I didn't expect this to happen
"Most of the farm work today was assigned to the Delsa people, so I sent five teams of mire people to search around."
"I really found a lot of black dragon broadleaf grass in a dark grass."
Bain was also very excited.
As they were talking, several swamp people who had just come out of the mud came closer, each carrying a large cloth bag.
They all put the cloth bag in front of them, and then opened the bag.
Lear looked curiously.
The leaves of the black dragon broadleaf grass are pure black, palm-sized, and have dragon scale-like patterns on them, which is very strange.
Bain sounded pleased.
"My lord, these are all five bags!"
"And only less than a third has been collected. If the quantity is not enough, we can continue to collect!"
Looking at the cloth bag that was almost half a person's height, Lear, who was in a good mood, stood up with his hands on the recliner.
"Bane, go get the dragon excrement!"
After saying that, he opened the intelligence system again and looked at the last refreshed information
[3. The Corrupt Orcs discovered that drying black dragon broadleaf grass and mixing it with blood to ignite smoke can make mire wasps fall into coma, but the smoke only It can cause coma for ten minutes. They did not control the time well, resulting in heavy casualties. Adding dragon feces can greatly enhance the effect. (2 stars)]
(End of chapter)