Chapter 114 Chapter 114, Death of a Hero
This undoubtedly represents a big step forward for the wild boar trainee god on the road to godhood.
Just?
What is the price?
The steady wild boar commander was pushed onto the altar.
Look carefully.
You can feel an inexplicable momentum from his body, like the thick mountains.
He is already a hero.
A true hero.
As a born extraordinary hero, he has not yet created his own deeds and written his own legend, but he has already been tied to this cross full of thorns.
The sharp steel pierced his tough skin, and bright red blood gurgled out.
The once calm face is now full of exhaustion.
There was a lot of abuse in the audience.
As the first commander to propose joining forces, he broke the stalemate between the priest and the commander, allowing more power to be preserved.
It’s just that he didn’t get thanked.
He didn't feel angry or sad because of the insults from the wild boar civilians in the audience. They had the right to curse him.
Countless wild boar civilians were brutally killed in this forest after losing the protection of the army.
He deserves to be resented.
But, the only thing he wanted to save was.
It’s about the transformation of the quilboar knight.
The calm quilboar commander begged the high priest in front of him.
“We need those knights. This lush forest is not our only battlefield. Only those knights can prevent the war from spreading to our homeland!”
“Don’t let the war burn to us. "Hometown, okay!"
At this time, it was almost a plea.
Begging bitterly to the high priest in front of him.
It was just silence in exchange.
What appeared in his eyes was despair, and the sadness that couldn't be wiped away.
A quilboar priest has already begun to preach the guilt of the calm quilboar commander to the civilians in the audience.
All problems are pushed to him.
With the increasingly noisy scene, these angry wild boar civilians began to shout loudly.
"Burn him to death! Burn him to death!"
None of this moved the calm wild boar commander. He just muttered to himself in disappointment.
Toward the high priest in front of him.
"I once promised those children that I would go back with victory. I once silently swore that I would make that golden wheat field golden forever."
The low words made people in front of me The high priest became increasingly silent.
The sharp blade passed through the chest of the calm commander silently.
With the tired face of the wild boar high priest.
If you don’t say sorry, everything is irreversible.
Under the oracle of that god.
He couldn't object, and the quilboar priests couldn't object.
There was no resentment on the face of the wild boar commander. Some were just sad and some were just disappointed.
Can he not understand that the transformation of the Wild Boar Knight is irreversible?
Can he not know that this topic must not be opposed now?
But he still objected.
He objected and was thrown out by all the wild boar commanders as a stepping stone for the priests.
All the blame was placed on him.
Weakly raised his head and looked at the sky from a distance.
"The wheat should be ripe."
The last words uttered were not resentment or anger, such a simple sentence.
But these are the last words left by a hero before his death. He did not die in battle, nor on the battlefield, nor was he defeated by the years and time after the legendary and vigorous first half of his life.
Death in sacrifice as a humble sacrifice.
The hero of the quilboar died in disappointment with the quilboar.
The death of Commander Calm completely detonated the atmosphere on the field. The fanatical civilians shouted and cursed angrily.
There are many wild boar civilians with hatred on their faces who want to rush forward.
He was blocked by the surrounding soldiers.
These are the wild boar civilians who survived the brutal cleansing of the lush forest by the rat men not long ago.
It was a mess.
The fatigue on the high priest's face became more and more obvious.
He didn't say anything, and left in a hurry without even finishing the sacrifice.
Just stepped off the altar.
The flame soaring into the sky was ignited, accompanied by the fanatical cheers.
But the wild boar high priest felt weak for no reason.
With a swaying pace, the world in front of me is spinning.
The powerful high priest among the wild boars suddenly fell to the ground and fainted.
Soon, other wild boar priests not far away saw this scene.
At a loss.
Even the anxious shouts were buried in the fanatical shouts.
And to make matters worse.
Sheng Qi is here.
Under the towering battle flag.
The army of rat men once again swarmed out of the lush forest, excitedly and unobtrusively patronizing the big fat sheep they had just robbed a few days ago.
The industrial area that had just been repaired was instantly overturned to the ground by the Rat Man.
All kinds of things were dug out of the ruins by the rat people, cheering excitedly.
The outpost sounded the alarm as always, and the shouting wild boar civilians who gathered in front of the altar began to passively recall the painful scene some time ago amid the loud shouts of the soldiers.
That was a scene I definitely don’t want to remember.
Panic spread quickly, and they began to subconsciously look for a place to hide.
Faced with the alert, the priests began to organize the situation, but the sudden collapse of the high priest still brought a bit of chaos to everything.
Everything is a bit messy.
Fortunately, those elite soldiers knew what they should do.
On the tall city wall, there were neat queues.
The city defense crossbow was activated again.
This time they still had nothing to do against the rat people roaring not far away.
Except for the incompetent firing of a few city-defending crossbows.
Nothing more can be done besides taking away a few poor unfortunates.
Those rat men had no intention of attacking the city at all, they just whizzed by and plundered, that's all.
Sheng Qi doesn’t know what’s happening in the city, but he doesn’t care about what’s happening in the city either.
He just came every few days to see if the sheep had grown its hair back.
Just here to enjoy the autumn breeze, nothing more.
Of course, with the frequency of Sheng Qi, it is estimated that it will not come many times.
The wild boars will completely give up on rebuilding the industrial areas outside the city.
The sheep are going to be bald.
The rat people roared excitedly outside this industrial city, accompanied by various sharp and noisy sounds.
Today is a pretty peaceful day anyway.
Except for the wild boar trainee god who suddenly received a large amount of power of faith.
After all, he received a complete hero, the kind that was cremated.
(End of this chapter)