The tide of monsters outside Shou'an City has subsided, and all the monsters have been suppressed. According to statistics, countless first-order monsters, thousands of second-order monsters, and more than 500 third-order monsters were captured. Although there is only one Lightning Bear among the level 4 or higher monsters, this extremely large wave of monsters still dealt a huge blow to the border monks.
Among them, the first-level monks died the least. After the initial support of Xinsheng and Huang Zhan, there were very few deaths, and only two to three hundred people died. After that, the second- and third-level monks went out to fight in the city. Even if they could rotate, they suffered heavy casualties. The death toll of the second-level monks reached a terrifying more than 500 people.
The strength of the third-level monks was already extremely terrifying, and they were considered high-end combat power in this wave of monsters. Hundreds of people were still killed.
Counting the dead instructors and freshmen of the First Martial Arts Academy, this wave of low-level monsters that appeared in Shou'an City resulted in the deaths of nearly a thousand people.
If this were the world Yi Ran lived in, the death of thousands of people would definitely shock the whole world.
Many ordinary soldiers outside the city were still cleaning the battlefield. Countless broken swords, guns, bows and halberds were sadly stuck on the ground and fell into a pool of blood. Countless bones of unknown names were waiting to be collected.
What is a natural disaster? This is it!
If the Lightning Bear hadn't suddenly appeared and held back Anyuan Cai Xiong's top combatants for a while, many more monks would have died in this disaster.
In the case that Anyuan is unable to cause fatal damage to the Lightning Bear, this peak showdown will definitely drag on for a very long time.
It can be said that Yiran's appearance indirectly saved many people. Those monks may be grateful, but Yiran himself will not care. He just did what a monk should do.
After the war ended, the bodies of the dead children were collected, and other tutors would be responsible for handling the funeral affairs when they returned to the academy.
If the child is born into a family, it can still be understood. If a monster dies suddenly, it can only be blamed on the child's misfortune.
But what kind of tragedy would it be if the child's parents were just ordinary people, just looking for a way out. After fourteen years of hard work raising them, they are now asked to give birth to black-haired people as white-haired people. And if they are a little older, they don't know how to cut off their descendants.
Melancholy often lingers in our hearts. How many people can easily cross the hurdle of life and death? Huang Zhan walked up to the city with a stack of wine bowls in his left hand and a large jar of wine in his right hand, looking at the Warcraft Forest in the distance.
An ant that can survive is still alive, not to mention the group of children behind him who have families and friends.
A monk should die when he should, and that is for the sake of a better world. If there is a chance, of course he must live well, so that he can hope to see the day when a better world appears.
Huang Zhan put down the wine jar and placed exactly six wine bowls on the city wall piers one by one. After filling six large bowls with strong liquor, he picked up a bowl. Mutter to myself "Honor your souls in heaven"!
Then he drained the entire bowl of liquor in one gulp and filled it up again. Huang Zhan, who had always been bold and bold, seemed a little shy today.
"Meng Guoan, Zhao He, you two have always been unhappy with me, but today you confessed here. Although you two like to rely on your old age, you still deserve a toast from me."
They were the two instructors who had ridiculed Huang Zhan and caused the fight at the beginning of school. Regardless of their character, if they died fighting for the new students today, they would be worthy of the title of instructor of the First Martial Arts Academy. Then Huang Zhan slowed down
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Xu poured two bowls of strong liquor down the city wall, and drank the second bowl himself.
In fact, Huang Zhan didn't understand why the two of them always looked down upon him. He, a martial artist with outstanding talent at the third level, had resigned himself to becoming an academy instructor instead of guarding the border town. He is still young, and even though he has experienced setbacks and his prospects are worrying, his peak strength as a martial artist can already lead him in a border town.
They are just angry at themselves for not fighting and for escaping.
"Min Zhan, you are that fart. Last time I supported Mengcheng, when I encountered a first-order peak monster, I was attacked and seriously injured. I have never looked down on you. But after today, I will remember you. If you dare to fight and die, you deserve it. Crotch bird.”
Huang Zhan poured the third bowl of wine down the city wall and drank the third bowl himself. The male tiger's face was filled with melancholy, and two large drops of tiger tears were reflected in his eyes. The man didn't shed the tears lightly, just because he hadn't reached the point of sadness.
"Teacher Lu Shi, we are not very close to each other, and we don't have so many pretentious words to say. If I die in battle today, I can't collect your body for you. I can only promise to kill a few more monsters for you in the future to sacrifice your spirit in heaven. Go ahead! "
After silently pouring his fourth glass of wine, Huang Zhan's back turned slightly stooped. The giant's back seemed to be gradually bent by this damn world.
There was only one bowl left of the five full bowls of wine, and Huang Zhan drank four bowls of strong wine. The wine made him feel sad, but it only made him more sad.
Rough hands wiped away the tears that had fallen at some point, stood up straight and picked up the fifth bowl of wine.
"Teacher Li Yan, without further ado, I respect you! After this, if there is an afterlife, we will fight side by side again."
Li Yan is second only to Huang Zhan in terms of combat power among all the mentors. He has become stronger with age after serving for decades. When he was forced to suppress the accident in Mengcheng, he was seriously injured, and Zhao Tianming supported Guzhen. He has always been a senior who dared to fight, fight and die. Due to his talent, he could not become a martial artist in this life, but he led countless children into the door of spiritual practice and helped them understand what it means to be a monk.
After pouring the fifth bowl of wine on the city wall, Huang Zhan directly picked up the wine jar and said proudly, "To this world, it always leaves us hope. To those colleagues, everyone dares to fight to the death."
He held the wine jar high and poured strong liquor into his mouth continuously, feeling sleepy as he drank. He tried to open his eyes, looked at the blood-stained plain under the city head, and then looked at the magical beast forest in the distance.
The wine jar was empty, and Huang Zhan fell down in a daze. The wine jar fell to the ground and exploded. But a young man suddenly appeared and helped Huang Zhan, who was about to fall on the broken wine jar.
Who could this young man be if he wasn't Yi Ran?
Then Li Yiyi helped Zhao Tianming come back to life, followed by all the boys from School No. 8, who walked to the top of the city and walked to Yiran's side.
Everyone looked at the blood-stained plain below the city head and the frontier soldiers who were busy cleaning up the battlefield.
They were unable to participate in a direct battle, and only after it was over could they go out of the city with grief and anger to collect the corpses of their fellow clan members. Some of the owners of the mutilated corpses were younger than them, and some were even their descendants.
Those border soldiers will be old and full of enthusiasm, and they will not be able to exchange for the opportunity to go out of the city to fight. Now that he is almost desperate, he can only silently carry out the work of cleaning up the battlefield.
But they are different. They are young but not frivolous. They are not afraid of death or fighting. They are just afraid that they are not strong enough. As long as there is an opportunity, they will make those monsters become meat in their belly and become a stepping stone on their path to spiritual practice.
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Warriors die in the rivers and lakes, and monks die in the frontiers. If one day I really have to die, I only wish to die deeper in the Warcraft Forest.
Although Zhao Tianming had already woken up, the collision destroyed his mind and made him no longer able to practice. This kind of injury can no longer be cured by potions and magic.
Several teenagers were filled with indignation and hated their own carelessness.
The instructor who had practiced caution to the extreme in every experience for six years finally allowed them all to survive, but they were so injured due to their carelessness that it became difficult to practice.
Zhao Tianming, who was willing to die in the border town, was very open-minded and just said, "I will no longer be able to practice with you in the future. You can only rely on you step by step in the future. Don't be careless on the battlefield."
After Zhao Tianming, who was in his prime and even younger than Huang Zhan, said these words, his energy suddenly disappeared, and he seemed to have grown older instantly.
Li Yiyi helped Zhao Tianming walk down the city wall, Ma Mingyao followed closely with Huang Zhan on his back, and the other boys and girls also left, except Yiran who remained where he was.
The growth of a generation is often accompanied by the aging of a generation. This is true for the world, and it is also true for monks. The long-cherished wishes that cannot be realized by the elderly will be realized by our generation, and we hope that we will not have to worry about the next generation.
Yiran raised his right hand, and the sword energy rose in the palm of his hand. A small cyan sword condensed with true energy exuded an extremely sharp aura.
The sword energy in his right hand exploded and scattered in all directions. The city wall was instantly penetrated with countless small holes several inches deep. If no one saw it with their own eyes, no one would believe that this was the destruction caused by the sword energy that was readily available.
Yiran patted the corner of his clothes lightly, trying to shake off the dust. Then he remembered that he was not sitting on the ground collecting dust, and then turned around and left.
If one day the sword energy soars into the sky, I will use the long sword in my hand to cut down the sky and change the earth, eliminate the monsters, and restore peace to the world.
The camp of the First Martial Arts Academy was in full swing on the second day. Several giant carriages pulled by black-scaled horses were parked at the entrance of the camp. They were going back to the capital today.
The year-end martial arts competition is waiting for these new students, and the ranking competition is waiting for the teenagers from School No. 8 to show off their talents. School No. 8, which was already superior to its peers, has greatly increased its strength after this battle, making it difficult for other schools to compete with them.
Yiran asked Zhang San to follow Huang Zhan first, and then he went back.
This is also because Yiran needs to participate in the ranking competition when he returns, but being the first place without pressure is meaningless to him. It is better to let other students show their heroic appearance more.
Moreover, I have seen all the treasures in the treasury, and there are no treasures that are absolutely necessary, so I might as well take this opportunity to try my luck in a deserted place that does not require too many detours.
The convoy slowly drove out from the west gate of Shou'an City, and a sword light shot toward the northwest.
Huang Zhanruo felt something and glanced at the room, but saw the figure that had turned into a black dot.
At the east end of Shou'an City, the city lord Anyuan and the former city lord Cai Xiong stood where Huang Zhan drank yesterday, and where Yiran released his sword energy. Anyuan radiated his mental power and scanned the sword hole pierced by the sword energy over and over again. Cai Xiong squatted down and gently touched the hole with his right hand.
Discovering that each sword mark was shot from the same place with the same cut and depth, the two looked at each other speechlessly, filled with shock.
From the strong comes the young!
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