The World of Deities Chapter 386: rest

The young Destiny Warlock wanted to use a magic weapon, but suddenly closed his eyes.

Dark talent, lethargic.

The dark hellfire lava envelops his whole body.

Not only this young Destiny Warlock, except for the middle-aged Destiny Warlock, most of the Golden Warriors and Golden Mage have various dark talents.

People who are numb will lose their judgment of danger, even if they are clearly burned by flames all over their body, they will not feel pain or danger until they are burned to death.

Those who are confused, forget to cast spells or use combat skills, walk around randomly, don't know what to do, and are slowly burned to death.

Suddenly, several golden warriors and magicians killed themselves.

Endless anger and fear surfaced on each of them.

"Kill you!"

"You murderer!"

"You are actually resurrected again, I will kill your whole family!"

……

The dark talent in their body: illusion.

One of the most terrifying talents of the dark system.

"Unforgivable." The middle-aged Destiny Warlock was surrounded by a dazzling white light, unaffected by the Hellfire Magma, and pointed towards the Hell Unicorn.

The clear sky in the morning is so bright, even if there are stars in the sky, you can't see it.

But at this moment, everyone felt that the sky was dark, and a cross star lit up in the eastern sky. Then, the cross star turned into a holy white flame, instantly crossing the space and hitting the corner of hell. beast.

The pillar of white light, ten stories high, crashed down.

It is like a waterfall of sacred fire.

The **** unicorn just grunted, and its body was completely evaporated.

A deep black hole was left in the ground.

"Unfortunately, there is no way to resurrect. If you are killed by the holy flame of fate, you can still resurrect. From now on, I will call Su Ye a teacher." Euclid sighed slightly.

"You said it, I remember it." General Fast said.

"What do you remember? I forgot." Euclid gave Fast a blank look and continued to look at the Persian camp.

The **** unicorn was killed in battle, but the last hellfire lava directly killed seven golden warriors and four golden magicians, and four golden warriors and six golden magicians died of phantoms in their bodies.

However, looking at the depraved gold and sanctuary in the Persian camp, the Greek coalition forces did not choose to rush into the camp after all.

The magic crossbow of the Persian battleship exudes frosty light.

Even now, the total strength of Persia still exceeds that of the Greek coalition forces.

The navy of the Greek coalition has yet to arrive.

General Fast looked at this scene and whispered: "It's a pity, if General Demis's navy arrives, we will fight on both sides, and now we can cheer for the final victory."

A golden general next to him sighed and said: "The nobles are still watching, and the city-states are still watching. Even if the first war wins, they are worried that the navy will be wiped out. Fortunately, in the second war, we Still victorious, tonight, the Greek coalition navy should depart from the port of Athens."

"Aristocrats... They are mad dogs who can only see the benefits in front of them. We have won the two battles. They will definitely treat Persia as fat. Then... I hope I think more." General Fast was quiet. Looking into the distance quietly.

The Persian camp has gradually calmed down.

"I don't understand politics. If you use mathematical thinking to calculate, you will always think too little." Euclid looked at Su Ye.

"Yes, when they think Persia is a soft persimmon, they will inevitably take away other people's hands and squeeze them by themselves."

"They will hold a hedgehog." Euclid disapproved.

"But it's not just the hands of the nobles that bleed. This is why General Miteyad would rather offend the God of War than the Persian army." Fast looked at the Greeks on the battlefield.

"There is always someone who wants to light the flames of Grey River Town." Euclid looked away from Su Ye and turned to the blue ocean, where dense Persian warships undulated gently with the waves.

Fast glanced at Su Ye, then at the Greek soldiers.

"Yes, the final victory will ultimately belong to us." Fast smiled faintly.

The smile on his face is exactly the same as the smile on the face of a Greek soldier.

Su Ye is counting the Spartans.

Six people were killed in battle, all of them died in a Persian attack.

There are only twenty-four people left.

No matter it was Comodes, Castor, or other Spartan fighters, there was no grief in the slightest.

This is the fate of the soldier.

They didn't die because of failure, they just fell before victory.

"In this battle, you have done enough." Commodes said.

Castor nodded.

"Are you sure?" Su Yedao.

"Killing a destiny warlock is the military merit of half a general. It is you who defeated the four legions, plus those warriors and magicians who died directly on the unicorn, are also sufficient for half a general." Cuomo Des's tone was full of envy.

"I never thought that a bronze magician can earn military merit so easily, even our demigod family can't do it... No, you are already silver." Castor's tone was also full of envy. .

"I feel honored for you too." Su Yedao.

Commodes and Castor roll their eyes together, Su Ye's mouth will always be so poisonous.

Castor suddenly turned his head and glanced at the coalition general on the wall. He was silent for a long time, sighed, and said: "Next, you won't be able to go anymore, but you can take a break with the excuse that there is a problem with the magic power." /

"Oh?" Su Ye looked at Castor with doubts.

"You know magic, you know fighting, but you don't know nobles." Castor said helplessly.

Su Ye frowned for a while before nodding, and said: "I probably understand what you mean. But they won't be so stupid, right?"

"The Persians lost in two consecutive battles and looked equally stupid, but are they really stupid?" Castor heard.

"Yeah, they are not stupid. They are just kidnapped by the past and use their rigid minds to fight the tide of the times, but their minds always tell themselves that they are right. They think they are protecting themselves, but they can't protect them. I am only protecting my own ignorance." Su Ye looked at the Persian camp, watching the various utensils in it that had been eliminated by the Greeks a long time ago.

There is a generation gap of at least ten years.

"You lie down now." Castor's ear canal.

Su Ye nodded and said: "We will win eventually."

Su Ye said, taking out the self-made stretcher from the ruined space, putting it on the ground, and going up by himself.

"Let's go." Su Ye said.

"Urak! What's wrong with you Urak? Are you over-consuming magic?" Castor yelled, expressionless, but his voice was full of sadness and sorrow.

"Ah! The next battle is up to you...I tried my best!" Su Ye said, closing his eyes.

"You two..." Commodes was dumbfounded.

Many people are looking here, even the generals on the wall are looking here.

Two Spartans rushed over, lifted the stretcher, and walked slowly to the fortress with the team.

Euclidean hurriedly cast a spell and ran over with a small blue wind.

"What's wrong? Is it affected by the power of fate?" Euclid asked.

"Fate can't affect me, nobles can." Su Ye squinted lazily.

The sun is quite dazzling.

Euclide was silent for a while, then nodded.

"I see, you take a few days off, and I will contact you when the right time is right." Euclid said.

"How is my military service?" Su Ye asked.

Euclide glanced at the city wall and said: "As long as General Fast is in charge of military merit, no one will deprive you of your military merit."

"What if General Fast has another appointment?" Su Ye asked rhetorically.

"They have to deal with General Miteaud first." Euclid said.

"Well, too, they are short-sighted, but not stupid X." Su Ye mixed with a Greek swear word.

"But if they want military merit, they must get the consent of General Miteaud." Castor's ear canal.

"Of course, there are gains and losses. No one can take everything alone. General Mitayad can't, and nobles can't." Euclid said.

"Yes." Castor's ear canal.

A group of people passed through the city gate, entered the fortress, and walked towards the residence.

Su Ye's mouth suddenly raised a mocking smile.

Commodes, Castor, and Euclid also looked at each other, with similar sarcasm on their faces.

The Spartan soldiers have not changed.

"You Athenians, it's really interesting." Comodes couldn't help sneering.

"The one we Sparta could not ask for, who was driven away by you, is still on the city wall feeling why he is not an Athenian. I didn't hold my belly and laugh, but it gave you enough face." Castor Touched the tiger's head on the plastron.

"To each other, your Spartan anti-magic is the same as anti-thief." Euclid said.

Castor whispered.

Commodes looked back at the city wall, at the back of the nobles.

Su Ye opened his eyes slightly and saw a familiar figure.

The figure who was stunned by the big wooden stick, and light blonde curly hair.

Above the city wall, Andre scanned the marathon plain with gray-green eyes.

"I like it here. The shouts of the soldiers are more pleasant than the sound of my harp." Andre smiled.

"You are so humble. Even the horn of the battlefield can't match your harp. If the war ends before the Pythia Contest, you will definitely become the champion of this year's harp. Young General of Athens and the Pythia Contest The music champion~IndoMTL.com~You will definitely win the favor of the sun god." said the young nobleman on the side.

"Chard, your praise makes me feel ashamed. I just accidentally commanded a battle, and then maybe killed a golden warrior or golden mage with a family magic weapon, and finally gained military merit, probably the commander of the army. It's just the degree. The teenage general is too exaggerated, I can't do it." Andre smiled on his face.

Chard sighed and said: "Speaking of military merits, the silver magician named Ullak is really lucky. There is a magical servant of magic, fortunately restraining the giant army, and even accidentally killed one. Destiny Warlock. Those generals have been talking about him. Not surprisingly, he will become the youngest general in these years, second only to Aristotle."

"Yes, this Spartan is still much worse than Aristotle. The famous Battle of Fire really shocked the whole of Athens, which also caused the military to pay more attention to the cultivation of magicians. It's a pity that those old stubborn people have been afraid of magicians." Andre said.

"I am a warrior who cannot understand your magicians." Child shrugged.

　　

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