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Holding his dagger tightly, Salba followed the pioneer who brought him here to the battlefield above the ruins with stiff and intense steps.
The handle of the dagger was wrapped with a coarse cloth. At this moment, the cloth had been completely soaked by Salba's sweat. Therefore, it felt a bit slippery in his hand.
Before entering the battlefield, Salba drank his fill of water. That water was the last bit of drinking water he had on him. After drinking it, there was nothing left.
Since one week ago, when the tunnel leading out of this relic had completely collapsed due to a terrifying earthquake, all the pioneers had fallen into terror and despair.
Salba was only 18 years old. He was a young pioneer. Like many old stories among pioneers, because his father was a pioneer, he was also a pioneer. He didn't know who his mother was. Since he was sensible, he had followed his father to join the ranks of pioneers and wandered around the world.
His father passed away two years ago. Before he passed away, his biggest wish for Salba was to let Salba settle down in a human city, find a job that would allow him to make ends meet, find a woman, and live a good life …
Until one week ago, he still didn't understand why his father had such a hope for him. Not until now did he understand it. However, it was impossible. Because Salba knew that he was going to die. Even if he could survive today, he would die too.
The desperation spread among the pioneers. It had spread for one week. These ruins and relics were like a cage in the dark, or a tomb that could not see the sun. All the pioneers were going to be buried here.
Facing the powerful and well- trained army of the allied forces, only after two days of confusion, all the pioneers had known that this was the tomb of the pioneers. This place was the tomb of pioneers. None of the pioneers could leave here alive...
The abyss-like desperation made the pioneers feel suffocated. In this suffocation, they burst out their last madness.
One week ago, none of the pioneers could imagine what it was like to fight the army of the allied forces. However, now, not only did the pioneers fight the army of the allied forces, they even attacked two water sources which were occupied by the allied forces two days ago and gained a small victory.
A coarse and powerful hand fell on Salba's shoulder and patted him slightly.
"Salba, follow me later. Don't be nervous. After today, we will be free..." Uncle Milan said. The leader of this small group of pioneers was a 50-odd years old pioneer. In only a few days, uncle Milan's lips had cracked due to thirst and the brilliance in his eyes had disappeared. At the same time, he was filled with despair and decadence.
"Are... are we going to die?" A hoarse voice asked. It was a companion of this small team, who was two years older than Salba.
Uncle Milan revealed a helpless and weak smile. "According to the legends of the pioneers, such a relic was a cursed place. Before the Catastrophe, it had swallowed numerous creatures and fresh blood. When the pioneers came, it would swallow those who came here again. When pioneers come here, it will devour those who come here and disturb the tranquility of the undead here. Therefore, all of you have to accompany the undead here with your lives... "
"I... I don't want to die..." Someone started to sob in a low voice.
"Don't be afraid. We're all with you. You will be fine after a while. You will be fine after a while. If we win, we could stand a few more days... "Uncle Milan's words were more like an exclamation of hopelessness.
The pioneers walked onto the battlefield in teams. None of them had any formation. They just followed the people they knew and their leaders based on their instincts. Silently, they walked towards the place where they were heading for death.
If it was delayed for a few more days, the pioneers would not be able to fight back at all. Therefore, whether they lived or died, they had to put an end to it today. Dying happily on the battlefield might be better than dying of thirst and hunger later on.
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"This is a hopeless battle without any sense of honor!" In a place far away from the battlefield, Roslav let out a sigh as he watched tens of thousands of pioneers gathering like moths flying towards the flame 1 km away from the allied forces, "The armies of both parties are full of death qi. They don't have any morale at all. There would be no winner in such a battle. All of us are killing each other in order to survive. I don't want to join such a battle!"
"What a pity!" Waajid also let out a sigh as he turned around and looked at the camp of the allied forces over 10 miles away. He then shook his head, "Previously, I thought that man might be the one that we're looking for. I've not imagined that..."
"Not every young man at 17 or 18 years old could bear the pressure of impending death and despair. Many geniuses couldn't grow up because they couldn't bear the great pressure. Not to mention a teenager, even some fighters in the allied forces were deranged because they couldn't bear such a great pressure."
"Perhaps we have too many unrealistic hopes on him. Therefore, we feel so unacceptable!"
"Hopefully, he could survive it!"
"No matter what, we have to take these fighters of the huge bear tribe out of here safe and sound. Their lives and missions belong to our king. They should not die here in vain!" Waajid looked back at the team of fighters of the huge bear tribe who were standing solemnly behind him.
Roslav nodded solemnly.
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"According to my order, each fighter of the allied forces doesn't need to hand in their supplies and booties!" Gangula's icy voice sounded in the main tent of the allied forces.
There were heads and nobles of other tribes in the main tent. Gangula's order made the gloomy atmosphere in the main tent a bit livelier. Many people ran out of the main tent and passed the latest order to their own fighters.
Before the duel started, Gangula suddenly thought of Zhang Tie when he caught sight of the bear-killing hammer on the weapon rack in the tent. Therefore, he asked Zhang Tie, "What about the bear-killing hammer?" "Where's Peter? What is he doing now?"
"He's still sitting in that small building!" Nurdo said in a calm voice.
"Oh!" Gangula threw a glance at Sabrina who was sitting on one side with a calm look and that masked O'Laura who was clenching her fists after hearing this question. After hearing this question, Gangula revealed a smile, "Forget it. Remember to send something to him after the victory. Also, find a doctor to take a look at him. Don't let him starve to death. No matter what, he's our guest now. "
Hearing Gangula's words, some heads of small and medium-sized tribes who were eager to flatter Gangula burst out into laughter in the tent like what Gangula said was a very funny joke.
O'Laura replied with a cold harrumph before turning around and walking out of the tent.
"What are you laughing at?" Gangula glanced at those guys who were laughing dryly. He asked coldly, his eyes faintly turning scarlet. Those guys were like chickens that had their necks grabbed, and their laughter came to an abrupt end.
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In a place close to the camp of the allied forces which was far away from the battlefield, the intense atmosphere that was going to break out didn't affect this place at all. If the ruins and ruins were a huge tomb, then this place would be the tomb of the tomb.
This was the wounded soldiers' camp of the allied forces, a despairing place.
Not knowing how long had he slept, Maxim finally woke up in a daze. He struggled to get up from the shabby mattress on the ground. Resisting the thirst that was burning his throat, Maxim put his luggage on the ground. He took out his notepad and pen.
As a humble logistic clerk of a small tribe in the allied forces, he was injured in the action of the allied forces 3 days ago. Like many other wounded soldiers, after receiving simple treatment, he was sent here to die.
They were indeed waiting for death, because all the people who came here had their supplies reduced by two-thirds.
I got my notebook and pen. Maxim suddenly felt that he had something to rely on. Decades of professional habits had turned some behaviors into his instinct and enjoyment of life. As long as he held the notebook and pen in his hand, As long as he held his notebook and pen, as long as he could write something down, Maxim would feel safe and steady like a snail with its shell on its back.
Maxim struggled to move his body. Finally, he found a dusty corner close to the fluorite lamp and sat down. The moment he wanted to write something down, he heard a sneer from his side.
Lying on the ground, a fighter of the allied forces was very weak. However, seeing Maxim still writing down that damn notebook, he couldn't stand to ridicule him.
"At a time like this … Clerk, you're really diligent. Are you writing a will? If you have the time, why don't you go and see if Sher is still alive? If Sher can't hold on any longer, hurry up and call for help. If the dead aren't carried away, the living won't be able to hold on much longer …"
Watching a bunch of injured soldiers turning around to look at him, the mild-tempered Maxim put down his notebook and struggled to pick himself up from the ground. After that, he came to the side of a wounded soldier lying on the ground not far from him and carefully checked the situation.
Sher's lips were as dry as being covered with a layer of paste. However, they were still quivering slightly. Maxim lowered his body and put his ear close to Sher's lips. He could only hear a word faintly.
"Water... water..."
There was a military trough in the courtyard. However, the water in the trough was so dry that dust could be blown into the air. Besides that, there was a mediocre, huge open tin water bottle, which was dug out from the relics by pioneers. It was also thrown here for a bunch of wounded soldiers. Maxim struggled to walk to the side of the trough. He picked up that water bottle with difficulty and turned it upside down. After a few seconds, a small water drop appeared at the mouth of the water bottle. However, the water drop didn't drop off the mouth of the water bottle at all.
"Sher wants water, but there's no water here..."
Everybody became silent. The atmosphere of despair and helplessness spread out from the empty trough and water bottle once again. Even the wounded soldier who mocked Maxim lowered his eyes …
After putting down the bottle, Maxim didn't say anything anymore. Instead, he struggled back to that corner. Sitting on the ground, he opened his notebook. Holding the pen for quite a while, he didn't know what to write. Finally, he left a paragraph of words on the paper.
— — October 7th, the 890th year of Black Iron Calendar, the shadow of death looms over the wounded soldiers camp. This is the 5th day since we started to lack water. I don't know how many more days I could live... whether I'm injured or not. Whether I'm in the wounded soldiers camp or not, everybody here doesn't know how many more days they could live. In this place which could only be illuminated by fluorite lamps, everybody is only breathing despair and fear of death...
I know I'm not pious enough. I didn't have any faith, but at this moment, I used all of my strength to pray devoutly. If there really was a God in this world, then please ask God to come and save the people trapped in despair and fear. Let us lowly and ordinary people see the manifestation of God. Bathing in the glory of God, may we mortals revere God so that we won't be humble and fearful anymore.
The sound of battle drums in the distance interrupted Maxim's thoughts. He stopped writing and looked up. He knew that many people would die there today. This wounded barracks, which was still rather empty, might become a crowded flesh and blood market the next day …
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Half an hour later...
The battle drums and battle shouts were reverberating from the battlefield where the allied forces were fighting the pioneers. At this moment, the pioneers who were determined to die burst out their great potentials and fought the allied forces in a stalemate. The battlefield of tens of thousands of people had been cut into pieces by the terrain of the ruins, turning into hundreds and thousands of battlefields of various sizes …
Outside the battlefield, Roslav of the huge bear tribe who was always observing the battle situation on one side suddenly felt his heart pounding. He turned around and looked at the camp of the allied forces. Closely after that, Roslav became dumbfounded.
Right a few miles away, a huge bizarre battle-qi totem slowly appeared on the horizon like a burning banner. Additionally, it grew higher and higher. In this gloomy underground world, it was as dazzling as the sun, making half of the sky bloody.
"What's that?" Waajid, who had discovered a huge red light coming from behind him, turned his head and was instantly dumbfounded.
After the crimson light that seemed to illuminate the entire space and the burning crimson sky appeared, even the people on the battlefield who were fiercely fighting also noticed it. Facing such a strange and unprecedented scene, everyone was dumbfounded, not knowing what was going on …
After hearing the notice, Gangula walked out of his tent. Watching the camp, his eyes flashed with amazement...
Watching this abnormal scene in the direction of their own camp, all the heads of small and medium-sized tribes widely opened their mouths. They didn't know what was happening...
O'Laura turned around and watched the place where the bloody and fiery curtain rose. It seemed that... it seemed that... it was where Peter was. At this moment, O'Laura flashed towards that place at once without any hesitation.
"That seems to be where Peter is!" Sabrina murmured. Gangula's eyebrows kept jumping up...
Being impressed by this bizarre scene, all the battle cries on the battlefield gradually faded. All the fighters and pioneers who had left the battlefield turned around and watched the bizarre scene in the distance.
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"Maxim, what's happening? Is there a fire outside?"
"Ahh, it's too big..."
"No way, there's no wood over there. How could it burn so fiercely?"
The wounded soldiers who were unable to move lay on the ground and looked at the soaring flames that seemed to be coming from the direction of the camp beside them. They asked with some uneasiness. All the wounded soldiers who could move struggled over here and wanted to take a look.
At this moment, Maxim was watching the figure being bathed in the flames in the distance as he had long lost his ability to think. He knew what a battle-qi totem looked like; however, he couldn't associate it with the battle-qi totem at all. He felt that there was a sun rising beside him.
In Maxim's shocked state, that figure slowly walked towards the wounded camp. Each step was full of holiness, causing Maxim's heart to pound...
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