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PS2: Motekin's invasion has come to an end. I'm almost done writing this chapter. I'll write more easily in the coming days.
Laing originally didn't want to pay attention to Rimanrus.
But now, he felt that Rus's logic was indeed simple and crude. When the two of them were in such a bad situation, this old wolf came up and said that he wanted to reconcile. He even took the initiative to smile. He really didn't have any guts or backbone.
Moreover, after the forced march and the fierce battle at Wolfenburg, the reinforcements lost more than 12,000 people, and the local defenders of Auster lost another 8,000 people.
By the end of the defensive battle at Wolfenburg, Laing brought more than 38,000 expeditionary troops from Brittany, excluding the dead and injured, only 28,000 of them could continue fighting. The Mildenheim army also lost a lot, but it was still acceptable.
Laing didn't pay attention to Rus's hand. Instead, he motioned for him to withdraw his hand. "Since it's my father's idea, I'll give you face. But I can give you face, but my army can't. You have to pay enough compensation for this matter."
"Enough." Rus withdrew his hand indifferently. In fact, he didn't take Laing too seriously. He was too young. Although his strength was not bad, there was still a gap between him and him. "I brought back a lot of gold and silver from the Far East. I'll give it all to you. A lot. You'd better prepare dozens of carts to carry it."
"What did you bring back?" Laing asked curiously.
"You'll know when you see it later." Rus was not in the mood to talk to Laing. He stood up and walked towards the funeral.
At the funeral, large purple thistles were placed on Oleg's chest. Kurfürst Wamir stood in front of Oleg's body. The Kurfürst cried silently. Silent sorrow filled his heart.
He used to see Oleg as his pride. More than once, he wanted to pass the throne to him in a few more years. He used to think that maybe Oleg could lead Oster to get rid of poverty and the threat of foreign enemies and walk towards prosperity and power.
Now, everything was broken.
Everything was ruined.
"The ancestral castle has been destroyed. My son, I didn't even have the chance to bury you in the ancestral tomb." Tears streamed down Wamir von Zhukov's face, but he forced himself to calm down. "None."
"Son, sometimes I really don't want you to be like this. Instead of being a hero, you might as well live as a mortal." The Kurfürst said aloud, "But this is fate! This is the fate of the Auster people! "
"May this thistle be with you, soothe your heroic spirit, and let the horn sound!"
"Rest in peace, Oleg. You will always be a part of Auster."
The fire was burning, and the body was burnt into ashes. Illuminated by the morning sunlight, the Kurfürst heaved a long sigh. Looking at the miserable situation of Wolfenburg right now, he said, "Dear Charlemagne, I can't believe that such an age of calamity will be faced under my reign. It is the young people who die young, and I, a middle-aged man, who is struggling to survive …"
"How did it become like this?"
"My son, because this is the price of being a hero!" The Kurfürst couldn't speak for a long time in front of the fire.
Rimanrus sang the old ballad of Fenris loudly. At the same time, the Wolf King gently pressed on Wassily's shoulder. This was a big boy who was less than 20 years old, but he already looked very mature. He gritted his teeth and didn't shed a single tear, because Rus didn't cry either.
The Wolf King was always tolerant of children. "Cry if you want, Wassily."
"I won't cry before the last Norska person is dead, teacher!" Vassily was holding Oleg's relic in his hand. It was the golden bull statue on the kneepad. He was holding it very tightly.
Laing sat on the stairs. The Knight King was a little sad but also a little relieved. He let out a long sigh. The endless war really made people tired and bored easily.
"It is said that the thistle is the symbol of Auster because it symbolizes strictness and revenge." Right next to him, Aralos limped to Laing's side and sat down. The wood elf hero greeted Laing a little awkwardly, "Are you interested in the story of the thistle? Knight King? "
"Go ahead." Laing had already learned the story of Aralos from the Butcher King and the defenders of Auster. He had to admit that Aralos' actions this time had greatly changed everyone's impression of him. He and the Butcher King, Agrim Iron Fist, defeated Kagerhank, who was greatly strengthened by the large-scale sacrificial ceremony. They made great contributions in the defense battle and even worked together with the Butcher King to blow up the gunpowder warehouse of the Chaos Dwarves at the critical moment.
In the end, Aralos shot an arrow through the right eye of the Chaos Dwarf Warlord, Hossein Sayed, and the Butcher King took the opportunity to split open the head of his distant relative with his axe.
Even though Laing knew that this was all Lilith's idea, the Knight King was still grateful to Aralos. After the confrontation with Aralos, Laing was not in a good mood. He could only force a smile and ask Aralos to continue.
"Legend has it that before the Empire was established, the Eubus tribe in Auster had already been engaged in a long war with the Norska barbarians. In fact, before Charlemagne led the Carolingian tribe, the Thuringian tribe, and the Bringudan tribe in Ivy, the Eubus tribe had always been at a disadvantage in the war." Aralos was still unhappy with Laing. After all, the glorious victory of the War of the Three Kings had spread throughout the Old World.
The Wood Elves and the Orcs had been fighting in the Azeroth Forest for thousands of years. Laing and Alaier had personally participated in the battle, and Aisley had sent out all the elites, but they had never achieved such a glorious and terrifying victory. It was said that now, when the Orcs in the Empire saw Laing's figure and his emblem, they would be so scared that they would wet themselves and run for their lives.
"Once, the Eubus tribe was surrounded by the Norska barbarians in a stronghold. The barbarians wanted to attack the stronghold along the moat, but the path was filled with thistles. The barbarians attacked hastily, and most of them were injured in the legs by the thistles. The Eubus tribe took the opportunity to counterattack, breaking through the encirclement and winning a great victory." Aralos looked at the sky and said, "Thistles symbolize vengeance and sternness, and the unyielding will of the Austers."
"… It can be seen that the Eternal God of Chaos chose … Forget it, it's meaningless to talk about it now." Laing put away the Nemesis, and the Knight King asked Aralos with concern, "Your leg, is it okay?"
"Leg? If I can sacrifice myself for Lilith, what's a leg to me? " Aralos patted his knee that had been treated with a wooden plank. The Wood Elf hero looked indifferent. "It's just a short rest in Azeroth."
"Rest well for a few months," Laing said casually.
"A few months?" Aralos looked at him as if he was teasing him. "You think I can recover from this injury in a few months? Wow, the hearts of humans are really sinister. I don't know if you're cursing me or mocking me. Aisley is not like you humans. Even if I drank the berry wine brewed with the Oak of Age's Spring of Life, I would need to rest for at least ten years, unless Yisha performed a miracle. "
"Thank you for your hard work." Laing understood why elves needed to rest for months or even years as long as they were injured. The Knight King was speechless and could only change the topic. "We will always remember your contribution."
"I hope so." Aralos spread his hands towards Laing and threw a package to Laing. "I should go. My leg is injured like this, I'm destined to not be able to participate in the next battle. This is for you."
"This is?" Laing took the package and found that it was not heavy.
"This is another fragment of Lilith's Starcrown, from the ruins of the Vorlag Fortress in the south of the Dark Realm." Aralos nodded. "Keep it well and give it to Lilith. Remember Aisley's help."
After that, Aralos got up and left.
On the other side, at the scene of the funeral, Marshal Rick Helberg was talking to the emperor's champion, flag bearer Ludwig Schwarzhammer. Helberg shook his head bitterly. There was nothing more painful for Marshal Rick than to see the Empire being tortured to this extent. "Ludwig, I think I'm wavering."
"…" The white-bearded grandfather, the sanctum master, the emperor's personal champion, and flag bearer Ludwig shook his head.
"Everyone thinks that Motekin was defeated because of our arrival, that he committed suicide because of the fear of failure, and that he was defeated by us from both sides," Helberg said bitterly. "You know, if Motekin hadn't committed suicide, we might have been able to win this war, but at least 40,000 of our 80,000 men would have fallen in the ruins of Wolffin forever. At the very least, he would have been able to fight until both sides suffered great losses. Yes, we have many Sanctuary experts on our side, a lot of them. But judging from Oleg's performance, it wouldn't have been easy to defeat Motekin."
"But he gave up. He gave up fighting to the death, gave up the temptation of promotion, and even gave up breaking out. What kind of person is this Eternal God's Chosen One?"
"He is a warrior, a true warrior," Ludwig said in a muffled voice. Ludwig said in a muffled voice, "Fortunately, he committed suicide. Without his commander, the army of Chaos will scatter like sand."
After the funeral, everyone reached a tacit understanding after a discussion.
That was about how to announce the victory of this war to the outside world.
The Human Alliance defeated the Army of Chaos in Wolffin fair and square. There was the tenacious resistance and defense of the Auster people, the support of the dwarves in Butcher's Castle, and the help of the wood elves. With everyone's cooperation, Wolffin Castle was able to hold on until the arrival of reinforcements.
The Army of Chaos was defeated by enemies from both sides. The Eternal God's Chosen One of Chaos, Motekin, was fully aware of his destined failure, so he decided to commit suicide to avoid the upcoming humiliation.
The Human Alliance's victory over the Army of Chaos was destined, and there was no doubt about it. This meant that justice would triumph over evil, and that Order would defeat Chaos. No matter how hard Chaos tried, they were destined to fail, because the Army of Order was invincible!
Long live the Empire! Long live the humans! Long live the old world!
After cleaning up the battlefield, the exhausted army stayed in Wolffin Castle to rest and reorganize. Laing estimated that it would take at least a week for his army to recover from their exhaustion.
At the same time, the army began to count the specific losses. Information from the rear and the front also arrived in Wolffin Castle one after another.
That afternoon, in Laing's Brittany Knight King's red, blue, and gold tent.
As Wolffin Castle, other than the inner castle and bull castle, had been reduced to ruins, the army could only camp in the ruins. Laing saw that most of the refugees were still squeezed in the ruins and in the mines, and could not bear to see them. He rejected Elector Wamir's invitation to stay in Wolffin Castle, and chose to find a burnt noble manor in the city and set up his tent there.
After shamelessly delegating many tasks to Laun and Morgiana, and giving some guidance, Laing finally had a chance to rest for a while. He first took a nap in the tent, and when he heard footsteps outside, he subconsciously shouted, "Olica? Get me a glass of water. "
"There's no Olica here, my dear." It was Veronica. Garland had changed into a light apricot colored vertical buttoned mermaid dress with flesh-colored pantyhose and a pair of fiery red high heels. Her sweet and delicate face was even more sparkling. On the ring finger of her left hand was a ring with a fire lizard pattern, and inside, she was wearing the high quality Yserama silver master soft armor obtained from the Eight Peaks Mountain. Veronica also got a chance to perform in this battle. She defeated Tzeentech's Chosen One, Hal – Eye of Eternity. Unfortunately, due to the heavy snow and ice Supreme Elemental Lord, Veronica's fire magic could not be fully unleashed. In the end, Hal escaped, and the Alliance Army really did not have the energy to chase after her.
Hearing Laing subconsciously call Olica's name, the female president's face slightly puffed up. She poured a glass of water and placed it in front of Laing, and said unhappily, "You miss your Olica? My dear, then why didn't you bring Olica out? "
At this time, Laing was still a little dizzy from sleep. Knight King took a sip of water, smiled, and stretched out his hand to hug Veronica, and fell on the bed. Veronica screamed and hurriedly covered her mouth, but Laing hugged her tightly. "You bastard! There's a lot of people outside! "
"I didn't bring Olica out because I wanted to give you a chance to perform." Laing reached out and took off Veronica's high heels. Hugging his first woman, he groped her silky feet. Smelling the strong rose perfume in her hair, Knight King snorted with pleasure. "My dear, come give me a hug."
"Seriously … You miss Olica, and you want to hug me again." Veronica struggled for a while, but she really could not get rid of Laing's arms. She could only let him hug her, a little wrongly. Leaning in Laing's arms, the female president took out a letter. "Here, according to the news from the rear, your Duchess of the Empire and your Teresa have set off for Wolfenburg. They are expected to arrive in five days."
"The army in the south of the Empire has all crossed the Tarabek River?" Laing took the letter and read it casually. Such an official document usually skipped the general content and read a few sentences.
"Yes, apart from these few troops, Helmut Feuerbach, Grand Duke of Tarabek and Elector of Tarabek, suddenly decided to send an army to reinforce us. Another one is here to share the credit," Veronica said disdainfully. After enjoying being hugged by the man for a few minutes, the female president finally signaled Laing to get up. "Get up, my dear. You still have a lot of things to take care of."
"What's the matter?" Laing could only let go of Veronica helplessly. The female president put her feet into her high heels and hugged Laing, burying his face in her chest. "My dear, there are a few things. The first is about the war spoils. How to distribute them? Laun has come up with some results, but they still need you to make the decision."
"Okay, okay." Laing was quite comfortable in Veronica's hug.
"The second thing is that your brother said that you can go to him if you have time. He said that he will compensate you for your loss."
"I know. He told me." Laing nodded.
"The third thing is … Laing, there are a lot of refugees here. Many of them are children." Rolling her eyes, Veronica said excitedly, "I saw a few girls with magic talent. Is it …"
"Then you have to talk to Elector Wolfenburg." Laing did not agree, but he did not refuse either. "Go and talk to Elector Wolfenburg about the price. They all know that you are my person anyway."
"Hehehe. I am your person. I always have been." Veronica knew that Laing was supporting her. She could not help but give him a kiss. Then she patted Laing's shoulder and motioned him to get up quickly.
Ten minutes later, Laing and Veronica walked out of the king's tent together. There were very lively and exclamations outside. Everyone seemed to be watching something interesting. Even the Old Guard and the Knights of the Holy Grail were gathered together and marveled. Seeing Laing coming, everyone made way. "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, look! It's a bear! What a cute bear. We have never seen such a cute giant bear! Its color is so strange. "
"Giant bear?" Laing looked at it curiously.
In the open space of the ruins, two giant bears with black and white stripes were eating together.
The giant white bears with black ears, dark circles under their eyes, and black limbs that looked like they were wearing a black vest attracted everyone's attention and heated discussion. Their charmingly naive appearance made everyone temporarily forget the pain caused by the war.
One of the giant bears sat on the ground and was eating a barbecued pork rib that everyone brought. The chewing sound was like a live broadcast.
The other giant bear was even more arrogant. It stood upright with its hands on its waist and its mouth wide open. It was very arrogant.
Come and feed me!
An Old Guard took out an apple and stuffed it into its mouth. The giant bear smelled the apple and was satisfied. It reached out and grabbed the apple and bit off half of it. Holding the rest in its hand, it began to eat.
"???" Ryan was a little dumbfounded at the sight.
Isn't this … a panda?
How did it appear here?
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