The shouts of death in the distance continued, but there was silence around Lily. Although her movements were not fast, they were extremely clean and neat. The Aztlan general had vomited blood and fell to the ground. Although the surrounding Aztlan people had clearly seen it, they did not realize that this meant that the general was dead.
The wind blew across the earth as always, and the fighting on the ground scared away all the birds, leaving the sky silent. And their general, like the sky, fell in a pool of blood, silent for a long time.
Finally someone realized that the general had been killed. But they still couldn't accept it - in just half a day, this team lost two generals!
"Win...win?"
Wuwuyi murmured, still a bit unconfident in his tone. From the moment Lily entered the battle to the death of the enemy general, although the whole process could not be said to be "a moment", it was still ridiculously fast for a battle. Lily seemed to be walking all the way from here to there, and then picked a fruit from the bush.
After the silence comes the commotion. The tribesmen who had been forced to die cheered up as if they had been given a shot of chicken blood.
"Ah, eldest sister is here, there is no time to play."
He willingly put away the dagger in his hand.
"I just didn't want it to end so quickly, so I left my eldest sister behind. How could she get here so quickly without anyone to guide her?"
For the third time, the chief was angered by Gan's words. He was exhausted for the sake of the tribe. But this "reinforcement" is actually here to play!
But before he could glare at him, the battlefield situation suddenly changed drastically. An Aztlan man was the first to roar at the sky, and then more and more roars joined in. The Aztlan people who lost their general were not defeated as the tribesmen expected. Instead, they all fought harder with red eyes!
——The priest has already held a ceremony to call the sun war god before the war begins. Now the entire battlefield is under the watchful eye of the Sun War God. Once they retreat, these Aztlan warriors will never be redeemed by the Sun War God after their death.
——Being defeated by a tribe of 500 people is an unbearable shame and humiliation. Even if you escape successfully, you will be killed by the Sun King with a military order. Even if the Sun King were to be lenient, they would no longer be able to survive in the Aztlan Empire.
——The most important thing is that these tribesmen are far weaker than the Aztlan people in terms of weapons, numbers, and training. Even without their generals, the Aztlan people do not think they will fail!
These three reasons determine that the Aztlan people will not retreat here!
The joy of victory was washed away by a basin of cold water, and fatigue came up. The morale of the tribesmen was even lower than before. Those stubborn teams were quickly divided into smaller pieces by the irritable Aztlan people, just like the rocks in the storm, which could be engulfed by the rising waves at any time!
Just as heavy rain is often accompanied by thunder and lightning, a thunderous roar suddenly appeared above the battlefield.
The magic that made everyone feel fear fell on the battlefield with a thunderous bang. After the huge tremor, a pit more than ten meters wide appeared on the ground.
Then, there was another thunderous noise!
A second huge pit appeared on the ground, closer to the Aztlan military formation than the previous one.
As the Aztlans looked around for the source of their magic, a third huge pit was carved into the ground, closer to the Aztlans than the previous two. This time, the Aztlan people on the outermost side of the military formation saw clearly - it was not thunder and lightning, but a darker, more primitive, more violent, and purer magic power.
Pitfalls caused by the huge magic power appeared one after another on the ground, as if there was a giant that could not be seen with the eyes, approaching the Aztlan people.
A battle flag appeared on the horizon. On the dark flag, a blood crow spreads its wings and soars with scarlet paint.
This blood raven is the symbol of the Aesir clan that the whole nation of the Pirate Kingdom believed in. But after the pirate kingdom converted to the Olympus gods, those who still used this flag except for those stubborn opponents could only use the reason of "getting used to it" to casually reject the proposal of the victor. The Supreme King of the Pirate Kingdom - "Hero King" Hestein.
It was Hestein himself who held the battle flag in his own hands. The armor all over his body gleamed from the reflected sunlight, and his powerful body was like a hero who had just stepped out of an epic. The sense of oppression coming from the protection of high-level Ares made the Aztlan people tremble all over, as if they had seen the mythical giant with their own eyes.
A dense crowd followed Hestein on the horizon. Their armor also reflected the same dazzling light that terrified the Aztlans.
War cries rang, war drums rang, and war weapons rang as the soldiers ran.
The moment they saw Hestein wave the battle flag towards the Aztlan people, everyone knew in their hearts that the battle was over.
The Aztlans began to retreat. The chief breathed a sigh of relief and then fell limply to the ground.
"...There is no choice anymore."
Looking at the deep sky, he let out an old sigh.
Wuwuyi knelt on the ground and stared blankly at Hestein walking past her. The wild and sharp eyes under the rough hair were looking into the distance from beginning to end, without even glancing at Wuwuyi.
"Win...win?"
"No." Rolos' voice was filled with sadness, "I just sent away the wolves, and here comes the lion again."
During this attack, only less than fifty of the two hundred young and middle-aged men remained. The old coward who was protected in the rear was almost half injured in the Aztlan attack. Of the tribe of 500 people, there are only less than 200 left.
The villages were also burned cleanly in the fire.
——The funeral was held at the same place.
This group of tribesmen did not dig the earth to bury the body, nor did they use fire to burn the body. They just took some weeds, spread them roughly on the bodies, and left them on the ground.
Since a new priest has not yet been elected, the funeral can only be presided over by Wuwuyi who knows a little magic.
"The Mother Goddess of Earth, grant these warriors comfort; the Mother Goddess of Wind, grant these warriors rest..."
Just pour water from the kettle on the weeds, and the funeral is over. Perhaps the bodies would rot on their own, or perhaps they would be eaten by wolves before they rotted away. No matter what, these former tribal compatriots will become an endless part of nature. The tribal people on this grassland know better than anyone in any civilized country that they come from nature and will eventually return to nature.
When spring comes back, these weeds may take root again.
"Where is Hestein?"
After the ceremony, the chief asked Lolos in a low voice.
"Waiting to meet with you, Chief."
"Let's go." The chief sighed, "Go and feed the lions."
