What does it matter if he is the uncrowned king of the Baltic Sea? What does it matter if he has an army of 30,000? They can only be helpless and furious in front of their king.
In silence, the team walked all the way to the cemetery since they got off the boat. There is no war without casualties, not to mention the battle of more than 10,000 people yesterday. They all died on the way to charge and seize the boat.
Hundreds of cold corpses were placed in front of the cemetery ready for burial. Whether they were from the Knights or the Silver Deer Legion, they were all wearing ordinary cloth. The blue-patterned armor would only attract the prying eyes of despicable people. Xia Lan didn't want anyone to disturb their peace anymore.
"My lord, there are several soldiers whose bodies cannot close their eyes. I'm sorry."
Lie Molten Hammer said with a guilty look on his face.
Xia Lan looked at the people that Lie Ronghammer mentioned, without a trace of surprise in her eyes.
"The warriors of Phaox will never lower their eyes when they sleep in a place unknown to them. Even after falling into the underworld, they will still hold their swords and gaze at the glory of Phaox..."
Xia Lan drew out the Call of the Wind, looked at the young, weathered, and ordinary faces, and placed the sword against the cold armor on his chest.
"Hail, the greatest warriors of Phaox..."
"The wind is blowing on the emerald plains,
Blowing the ink sea dragon flag,
The white sails were blown up,
Listen!
The distant war song sounded again,
The heroic spirit with broken halberds raises its head,
The storm is coming,
The storm is coming,
All glory will begin again from the storm,
Repair the spears and halberds,
Reforge the broken sword,
Let the blood of killing wash over us,
Let glory stir up the wind and clouds,
The tears of loved ones may flow along with the blood,
But this is our fate!
Faox~
Faox~
May your battle song never fade away,
May your fallen soldiers rest in peace on the battlefield.
When you sleep in a place unknown to anyone,
Your children will never lower their eyes,
Even after falling into the underworld, he still gazes from afar,
Just to see the glory of Faox with sword in hand,
………”
"Lord of Truth, welcome your followers..."
I hope that the farewell songs sung by the people of Bohrawis before you set sail will pull you back from the land of hell to the Kingdom of Truth.
At Xia Lan's prayer, seven warriors in golden armor stood up and walked out. After taking a reluctant look at the human world, they lined up neatly and walked towards the gate of the kingdom of God in the sky. Only Xia Lan could see the mysterious gate in the night, and no one else could see it.
The seven who could enter the Kingdom of God were three members of the Knights and four members of the Militia. As for the Silver Deer Legion and the volunteer soldiers composed of former slave sailors, they knew nothing of the truth and could only perish in hell...
Xia Lan did not feel too sad. She looked calm when she collected their bodies and changed their clothes. They were just numbers that appeared on the battlefield and bodies that fell on the battlefield.
This is the blood that must be shed for the rise of Faox. Xia Lan also realized that one day when he was on the way to the counter-charge like them, when the Ink Sea Dragon Flag was planted on the land of Bolavis, everything was already doomed.
This is our destiny...
Seeing those whose souls had not entered the Kingdom of God, Xia Lan also made up his mind to spread the name of truth with the sword of the king in his hand, so that all unknown places would become the kingdom, and those who died fighting for Faox would rest in the Kingdom of God...
"Falox..."
Koro Vashon stared blankly at the solemn crowd, curious about what this word had to do with this group of people pretending to be Blackwater Code...
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