(I didn''t have dinner. I just cooked some porridge to fill my stomach. It''s more like it''s a little late.)
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When Murphy woke up from a coma.
It was already five o''clock in the afternoon, and the high priest was at his side. The wound on his chest had been bandaged. Although the pain is still there, breathing is no longer as difficult as before. It seems that the high priest has healed his chest wound with divine skill, at least not to breathe. Murphy really doesn''t want to try again in his life for the sense of hypoxia and suffocation caused by puncturing the lung lobes.
However, the orc general with a scar on his face was really fierce. He had to fight his head to be cut off and leave a knife on himself.
Thinking of it, Murphy could not help but feel a slight numbness in her scalp.
Facing these fierce but rational enemies is much more difficult than facing those jackals who don''t have much wisdom.
Holding the frame with one hand, Murphy struggled to sit up, but the high priest sitting next to him stopped him. The woman lifted his back with her right hand, half held his body in her arms, and gazed at him with bright and deep eyes like stars. After a long time, a gentle smile appeared on her face. She gently leaned over Murphy''s forehead and kissed him. She apologized: "sorry, I''m late."
Murphy didn''t ask why she was late.
But he believed that there must be a reason why the high priest came later than the scheduled time. If he asked, the high priest would naturally tell him. But he didn''t ask, because the high priest finally came. And Athens won in the end.
So the reason doesn''t matter anymore.
As she said.
"I was born for you, and naturally I will go with you."
In this world, if even the high priest is not worthy of his trust, then Murphy really does not know who else he can trust.
If that''s true.
Even if it is on the throne of the gods, it is also a kind of sorrow.
The brilliance of divinity conceals human nature, which is why Murphy has always rejected Athena but is very close to the high priest.
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Raise your hand to caress the high priest''s soft cheek. The ligament at the mouth of the palm has begun to heal, and now it has been simply bandaged. In hard to hard combat, Hukou is the most vulnerable position. If you don''t have long-term training, I''m afraid you''ll have to crack Hukou and lose combat effectiveness in one fight. The real strength is not born in an instant, but a long time of sweat and honing.
That''s why Murphy has been taking the time to follow Spartan soldiers through cruel training.
"How long have I been in a coma?" Murphy looked at the sky. The storm had already stopped. But the earth was still wet, and the air was still full of blood. The sun has moved to the west, but according to the position of the sun, Murphy is not able to determine the time of its appearance.
The high priest gave a slight smile. She put Murphy''s injured hands in her arms and said softly, "not long."
"We have won."
"You''ve lost too much blood. Now you need a good rest."
Murphy, in turn, took the high priest''s hand. He slowly shook his head and said, "there''s a lot more for me to deal with, isn''t there?"
"Come on. Help me up
Looking at the firm expression of the man in his arms, the corners of the high priest''s eyes are slightly moist. She is the most familiar person with Murphy and the woman who witnessed his growth all the way. She is just a stubborn man, as long as it is determined by his will, it is often difficult to change.
In desperation, the high priest could only lift him up carefully.
Although magic can cure injuries, it can''t make a person recover all at once.
That level of casting is no longer Magic.
It''s God''s grace!
With the help of the high priest, Murphy worked hard.
He took a gentle breath to avoid touching the wound in his chest.
At his command, the few remaining generals and guards brought the generals. At this time, the priesthood of war also came to him with the head of a ORC. Murphy noticed that there were only three fingers left in the chief priests'' left hand. This was the first time Murphy saw the chief priests injured. It seemed that the battle was still quite fierce after he was unconscious!
Put the head of the orc chief in front of Murphy, and the chief priests of the God of war knelt down on one knee, but did not speak.
Murphy looked at the resolute man in front of him, and then focused on the Spartan conqueror behind him. Only eight of the twenty-four Spartan conquerors were left, and three were carried over on stretchers. Although they didn''t lose their lives, they were seriously injured. I''m afraid they will never take part in the battle again. If they are seriously injured, they may only become priests in the temple of war in the future. This is a very cruel thing for Spartan soldiers who regard glory above life.
Murphy put his hand on the shoulder of the chief priest of war, and he looked at the expressionless soldiers in front of him. They are not without emotion. Murphy can feel the sadness hidden in their hearts, which is the pain of the dead robes. It''s just that they all put these feelings in the bottom of their hearts, because they are the best fighters and the most solid pillars of Athens. They need to let the people know that they are invincible!
They need to tell the people that as long as Sparta exists, Athens will not fail!
So they, the soldiers from Sparta, buried all their cowardice in their hearts and turned themselves into soldiers of iron and blood!
This is their inherent glory and mission!
Looking at the surviving warriors in front of him, Murphy took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "you are the pride of Athens!"
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General riodari came to Murphy.
He was carried over.
In the battle, he also got a knife in the chest like Murphy, but fortunately he was saved by his own guards. It was because he was seriously injured that general Marcus Kane took his place and led the Spartan heavy infantry to rescue Murphy.
Murphy''s eyes crossed several generals and finally fell on general Marcus Kane.
I don''t know why, when I saw the unrecognized body of general Marcus Kane, Murphy burst into tears.
yes.
He wept.
Murphy was not close to the general.
Although he was one of the first generals to follow him, Murphy always deliberately kept a proper distance from him because of his homosexuality in the auxiliary system of total war. But I don''t know why, at the moment when Murphy saw his incomprehensible corpse bitten by the wolf, his heart suddenly surged with an unspeakable sadness, a kind of anger that he wanted to choose!
It''s the man who''s turned into a corpse.
In the battle, he led the Spartan heavy infantry to protect his flank, until all the soldiers around him fell down, until he was alone in the battle.
His figure has never stepped back!
This makes his enemies kill him again, and drive the wolf under him to bite his body angrily.
Clench your fists!
Murphy frowned at the pain in his chest. The high priest tried to appease him, but it didn''t work.
The pain released Murphy''s anger.
After a long time.
He just raised his head and looked at the general around him, Jerry rivard, and said in a deep voice, "how many prisoners are there?"
"Twelve thousand!" General Jerry rivard seems to be aware of something.
Murphy nodded slowly and said, "let them dig their own hole."
Speaking of this, he looked up at the sky and said, "blood debt! Blood
"Our warriors need to be buried with us!"
General Jerry rivard nodded solemnly, then turned away.
He knows what to do.
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These orcs were strong soldiers. Athens needed captives, but they didn''t need them.
Although Athens won the war, it also suffered heavy losses. Murphy was totally unable to mobilize enough troops to escort and control the prisoners. After all, they are different races, and they have a lot of fighting experience. Even if they were given a stick, it would be enough to cause a lot of violence. So the best way to deal with them is to let them sleep with the loess.
from first to last.
Murphy did not ask about his own casualties.
Because the soldier alive on the battlefield can see with his eyes.
We won.
But there was no joy in Murphy''s heart.
Because these living and dead soldiers are his people. It was they who created a great city and a miracle of the world together with themselves!
The soldiers are cleaning up the bodies and collecting the bodies of their comrades.
We have won.
They need to give a whole body to those who died fighting together to protect their homeland. They look very carefully, not even a finger on the ground.
This is the only thing they can do for the dead now.
The priests of the temple of war are singing ancient sacrificial songs, and their low and hoarse voices reverberate in the bloody battlefield. The God of war priestess personally picked up the bodies of every Spartan soldier who died in the war, and then put them in the center of the battlefield. There are a lot of firewood piled up, priests holding torches around, and the surviving Spartan soldiers kneel on one knee to send their robes for the last journey.
There''s another echo in my ear.
Murphy gazed at the blazing fire and whispered to the priests of the temple of war.
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"Wake up!
Greek man!
The glorious moment has come!
To imitate our ancestors,
It''s not in vain to be a hero''s descendant!
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Wake up!
The soul of Sparta!
How can you sleep?
With your old friend Athens,
Unite into an invincible army!
Call Leonidas back——
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He led three hundred warriors!
In battle, always stand up!
Like a mighty lion,
Drowning in a sea of blood.
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Wake up!
Greek man!
Fight the enemy!
Let their blood stink!
It''s like a river running under your feet!
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