"Your Lord, uthors, thank you for saving my people!" More than two meters tall, a barbarian warrior with muscles cast like steel came to Murphy. There were several wounds on his back, and blood was seeping out, but he didn''t seem to notice and stepped in front of Murphy. The barbarian warrior, nearly two meters tall, knelt down in front of Murphy on one knee. He put his right hand across his chest and lowered his head slowly.


    The blood coagulated on his solid back and looked like a layer of war robe!


    Following uthors, the remaining barbarian Warriors also struggled to stand up and knelt to Murphy.


    This eventually evolved into all the surviving puccians kneeling on one knee towards Murphy!


    At this moment, under the moonlight, Murphy''s figure was extremely tall, as if the ancient kings were worshiping their ministers!


    The speed of the team''s return had to slow down because of the injured puccians.


    The soldiers who were too seriously injured to be cured were put to an end by their companions, while the remaining soldiers were simply bandaged. The seriously injured and dying horses had their throats cut, and the Knights of the general''s guard filled the kettle with hot horse blood to feed the wounded puccia soldiers. The amount of holy water carried is not much, only the more serious people were treated, and other people had to survive to the town.


    In the age of cold weapons, some injuries that can not be cured but will not die immediately can even make soldiers cry in pain for a whole day to die. At this time, they need a partner to end the pain for themselves.


    It''s less than 50 miles from the town. If it''s fast, it can reach the territory in the early morning.


    The left ear of the war dead is cut off by their companions. On the left ear of the puccians, there will be a dark cyan tattoo. This kind of tattoo is engraved by shaman priests after each man grows up. On it, there are special symbols representing the mark of each soldier. The left ear will be collected, dusted with lime, and carried by those who have blood relations with the dead until they return to their hometown or are brought back by another soldier with their left ear.


    In the southern plains, the barbarians who took mercenary as their life-long occupation were likely unable to transport their bodies back to their hometown after they died. Then his companions would cut off their left ear and take it back. Shaman priests will place the left ear, which symbolizes their soul mark, in the burial place of their ancestors.


    Later, the bodies of the war dead were buried, although everyone knew that it was just useless.


    In the wilderness, no matter how deep the body is buried, the wolves will find it. They will dig up the soil and devour the dead! All the way to the bone, there was no more meat!


    However, these surviving soldiers can''t tolerate the fact that the comrades who once fought side by side and depended on each other for life and death were killed in the wilderness!


    With weapons and hands, they dug holes in the grass and buried the bodies of their companions.


    Murphy had been quietly watching, and the Knights of the general''s guard were also quietly watching, with no intention of helping.


    Because they know that if they bury their comrades in arms who once entrusted life and death, they don''t want other people to intervene. Murphy didn''t understand the emotion before, but now he does.


    This is a man buried in a solid appearance of emotion, never express, do not need others to understand.


    The small earth bags on the ground, just like the soldiers in Athens, did not erect any steles or leave any words.


    Born without name, die without name.


    But what can never be buried is the figure they once fought!


    In a wild era, the weak and small human beings were also fighting with alien creatures under the leadership of ancient heroes! Life for soil! Sprinkle glory with blood!!!


    These barbarian soldiers are far more powerful than those ordinary mercenaries.


    They won the respect of Murphy and the recognition of the Knights of the general guard.


    On the way back, the Knights gave the horses to the wounded barbarian soldiers, and the corpses were abandoned in the wilderness.


    A group of people are silent, so they are on their way to the territory by moonlight.


    Around one in the morning, Murphy returned to the territory. The puccians were placed in barracks, where there was a reserve of holy water and doctors, and Murphy had arranged for them to be treated. With the powerful therapeutic effect of holy water, I believe they will be able to recover in a few days.


    It''s already three o''clock in the morning after dealing with these things.


    The night breeze bursts, and the cold moonlight falls on the ground, dividing the mottled silhouette.


    It was quiet all around. The residents of the town were already asleep. There was only the sound of the horse''s hooves as the cavalry of the general guard led the horse forward behind them. They don''t want to disturb other people''s dreams.


    As she passed the temple, Murphy saw a faint light.


    He stopped suddenly and was stunned.


    Then he remembered that before he left, he had told the high priest that he would come back the next day.


    Temples are closed after sunset, without exception.


    After giving the horse to the general guard behind him, Murphy took a big cloak, put it on, covered his blood stained clothes, and then walked slowly to the front of the temple.


    He saw the high priest.


    The gentle woman was kneeling in front of the statue of Athena, the goddess of wisdom, praying. As if she heard the footsteps outside, she stood up slowly.


    Looking back, the woman''s soft eyes fell on Murphy. After watching for a moment, she put her hands on her chest and nodded. Then the two new priests gently closed the door of the temple.


    When the door of the temple was about to be closed, she looked at Murphy''s face in the dark and gave a soft smile. Her eyes were crescent shaped.


    The light went out, and soft footsteps of the priests left the temple.


    She''s waiting for herself to come back


    The soft smile of the high priest remained in his head.


    This moment!


    Murphy''s heart suddenly burst out a kind of inexplicable emotion, this kind of blazing emotion even made his hands tremble slightly, can''t help it!


    A warm current filled his chest. When the door of the temple was about to be closed and the figure of the high priest was gradually covered up, Murphy suddenly had a strong impulse!


    He wants to rush up!


    Push open the door and hold the gentle woman in your arms!


    But he stopped the impulse.


    With a deep look at the magnificent temple, Murphy turned and walked towards the governor''s house.


    It''s late at night