Chapter 410: Marathon King

More than 100,000 soldiers and civilians stood in front of the high platform, looking at a big man who was like thunder.

Mitiayd's tall figure is like a mountain peak, and his short, hard hair looks like a reclining hedgehog.

He raised his hand slightly, and the cheers of the whole army gradually weakened.

"I, Mitiayd, stand here for Greece, and I will definitely be here to witness a miracle."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that just before the start of the battle, Mitiadeh said this sentence without changing a single word.

Some soldiers couldn't bear it any longer, and tears welled up in their eyes.

Many people have red eye circles.

Mityad showed emotion, and said: "Thank you to everyone who participated in the war, so that I can repeat this sentence. Before the award ceremony, please pay a silent tribute to every comrade who died in battle, let us remember in our hearts them."

Mitiayd put his right palm on his left chest and lowered his head slightly.

The same is true of all people.

The warm sunlight fell, but at this moment it couldn't illuminate the army.

After a long time, Mitiad raised his head and said, "May they sleep peacefully and forever in the embrace of the gods."

"May they rest in peace in the arms of the gods." All said the same words in unison.

After Su ye finished speaking, he raised his head and looked at Mitiayd.

Obviously victorious, but there are more white hairs on Mitiayd's head.

"Thank you all for allowing me to see my old woman again, and for allowing me to keep my word. Everyone present is a winner and a comrade-in-arms that I will always respect in Mitiyadh!"

The soldiers watched Mitihaid silently.

Mitiayd's words are more sincere than the sun, and everyone's heart is warmer than the sun.

Everyone believed in this tall and mighty old man, not in his deeds, not in his strength, not in his identity, but only in Mitiayd.

Like, he believes in everyone.

Among the nobles, Mitiades is beyond description.

Among the soldiers,

There are many deeds in Mitiadeh, some are ugly, some are humorous, some are happy, some are sad, but there is no crime.

Mitiayd was not perfect, and everyone knew that when he was young, he liked to brag, to have adventures, and to make jokes.

However, Mitiayd was trustworthy.

Like, he said, he'd be the last to leave Marathon Plains.

Every time he said this, he must do so.

"I am proud to be your comrade in arms."

As Mitiad said, he clenched his fist with his right hand and tapped lightly on his left chest.

All the soldiers silently raised their right fists and gently placed them on their left chests.

There is the place of the heart.

Mityad suddenly laughed, and his hearty voice spread throughout the audience.

"Today is a happy day, so let me award honors to our comrades-in-arms! Come, let me hear your cheers, do you want to stand in front of me!"

"Think!" Everyone yelled.

"What? I didn't hear? Are you scared out of your wits by the Persians?"

"Think!" Everyone yelled with all their might.

Mithaid laughed and said: "Okay! I hope that each of you can stand in front of me, and I will personally wear the medals for you! I will now announce the first batch of award lists! This first batch is Award honors to the 'Fearless'. They advanced in death, charged in fear, and stood up in despair. They suffered serious injuries that could not be cured in this battle, but they were once fearless and will never be fearless! Below, I will read their names."

Then, Su ye saw an extremely shocking scene.

One after another, seriously injured people were either supported by their comrades, or carried by their comrades, or hugged by their comrades, and came to the high platform.

Some had their arms broken shoulder-to-shoulder, some had only their upper body left, some had half their faces torn off, some had a large piece of chest and abdomen missing as if bitten off by a giant beast...

One seriously injured person after another appeared on the podium.

Mitiadeh took the trouble to award everyone, tell everyone's name, and tell everyone's deeds.

"Here's Tebay's great boy, Hicks, who saw him drive a spear through the throat of an undead army, and then pulled out the spear head excitedly, and the blood spattered his face! When I was young like him, but Can't kill the Undead Army."

Hicks lost his legs, in the arms of his comrades, excitedly raised the coat of arms with his right hand.

"This is an old soldier from Athens, Mahal, a real old dog! He killed Persian light infantry like a scarecrow, one by one, more cleanly than when I was young!"

Veteran Mahal held his head proudly. Even if he lost his arms, everyone knew how powerful his hands were.

"This is an elite soldier of Sparta, Kohn Jr. I know his father, an excellent silver warrior. This kid is an odd number of Spartan warriors. With swords and no spears, he killed at least seven Persian kings The elite army, all cut off their heads with one sword! Although he only has one arm left, I believe that this kid will definitely become a golden warrior in the future!"

"Spartan!" Little Cohen yelled proudly.

"Sparta!" Many Spartan soldiers responded loudly under the high platform.

Su ye looked at little Ke En with a smile, because he was promoted to captain in the morning.

Mitiayd called out the names of each "Fearless" as if he was treating his nephew, and even told things that only they themselves knew about the battlefield. Several people were in tears because of Mitihaid's experience. Eyes full.

Many soldiers watched this scene with sore noses.

Mitiayd did not lie.

Everything was just as he said before the war, he watched everyone and every back.

This process was extremely long, and there were more than 200 fearless people this time, but Mitiayd remained consistent from the beginning to the end, always so patient, his eyes were always gentle, and his tone was always full of encouragement.

All the soldiers are the same, no one feels tired.

He is praising the fearless, and he is praising everyone.

After the last Dreadnought left, General Mitaiad continued to award various high decorations.

These medals are either given to ordinary soldiers who performed special, or high-ranking soldiers who killed a large number of enemy troops, including a large number of magicians, including Euclid.

When introducing Euclid, Miltiades did not hesitate to praise, and even said that Euclid saved at least 20,000 Greek lives in this battle.

Euclid's name once again resounded throughout the Marathon Plain.

Castor and Commodes also took the stage to receive their awards, and Mitiadeh praised them both.

Even if one of the two is a demigod nobleman and the other is a ten-company gladiator king, when they come back, they are all floating, their feet seem to be walking back on cotton, and they can fly into the sky at any time.

However, Su ye's name was never called.

Su ye was puzzled at first, but soon realized a possibility and waited quietly.

After the award ceremony, there is the award ceremony.

In Greece, there are only positions, military ranks and positions, and there are no additional military rank epaulettes, all of which are medals.

Mitiayd personally adorned all regiment commanders and new generals with the regimental commander's medal and the general's medal.

Among them was Andre, who was promoted to the head of the corps in this battle and jumped into the middle ranks.

In the end, the guards beside Mitiayd stood upright holding a wooden box.

With a gentle smile on his face, Mityad slowly scanned everyone, then looked up in the direction of the Persian camp, and opened his mouth while looking.

"There is a young magician who restrained more than a dozen golden magicians and golden warriors by himself."

"There was a young magician who was so powerful that he was afraid of the Persian army. He tried to sneak attack, but he lost his troops."

"There was a young magician who used the hell snake magic alone to form a thousand-meter line of defense, scaring all the troops from coming forward."

"There was a young magician who summoned magic servants to repel the giant army twice in a row, causing the giants to flee in a hurry, causing the giant king to panic, completely destroying many ace troops, and laying a huge advantage for our army! I said , Euclid is equivalent to saving 20,000 Greeks. And he saved all of us Greeks!"

"There is a young magician who killed the most important fate magician in Persia with a silver rank. He performed a miracle and became the first person in history."

"There was a young magician who, at great risk, let his servants dive into the water with a magic weapon, destroyed the Persian magic flagship, destroyed countless Persian ships, and killed enough golden ranks to pile up hills."

"In the face of this magician, even for me, there is incomparable respect in my heart, so much so that I can't even say his name, because his name will surely spread throughout Greece and become famous all over the world. The world will be immortalized forever. He is the innocent, the rescuer, the repellant, the honorable one, the shipwrecker, the giant slayer, the protector, the hero, and the first hero of the Marathon battle, the one who masters the fire of hell Magician, the future legend! Let us invite him to ride the Hell Demon King Beast and come on stage! Let us give him the most enthusiastic cheers! He is the king of the marathon today!"

Mitiayd shouted with a voice so high.

His eyes fell on Su ye's face.

Everyone was inspired by the purest emotion by Mitiayd's words and shouted loudly.

"King of the Marathon!"

"King of the Marathon!"

"King of the Marathon..."

The whole army of more than 100,000 people looked at Su ye and shouted.

Su ye looked helplessly at General Mitaiyade, it was just an honor, did he have to ride the hell unicorn?

"Hurry up, don't you dare to disrespect General Mityad?" Komodes urged.

"You still want to put on airs? The whole army is watching you!" Castor said in his ear.

Su ye had no choice but to call out the hell unicorn.

"Bah bah..."

As soon as the hell unicorn appeared on the stage, it raised its front hooves domineeringly high, and its body stood up almost at eighty degrees.

The flames all over his body rose, and his power was unparalleled.

When the hell unicorn's front hooves fell, the experienced Su ye jumped on the back of the hell unicorn and sat down.

Afterwards, the black hellfire rose and condensed into the mighty Throne of Hellfire.

The difference from the previous Hellfire Throne is that a pair of giant dragon wings emerge from both sides of the Hellfire Throne, which is composed of red magma and pitch-black hellfire, just like the wings of an ancient Hellfire dragon, gorgeous and mighty. stunned.

Seeing such a spectacular scene, the soldiers became even more crazy.

"King of the Marathon!"

"King of the Marathon..."

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