Chapter 114: The Death of a Hero

This undoubtedly represents that the boarman's apprentice god has taken a big step on the road to becoming a god.

But?

What is the price?

The steady boarman commander was pushed onto the altar.

Look carefully.

You can feel an inexplicable momentum from him, like the heavy mountains.

He is already a hero.

A real hero.

But as a natural hero, he has not yet created his own deeds and written his own legend, but has been tied to this cross covered with thorns.

The sharp steel thorns pierced his tough skin, and the bright red blood flowed out.

The once calm face is now full of fatigue.

There was a lot of abuse from the audience.

As the first commander to propose a joint force, he broke the stalemate between the priest and the commander, and also saved more power.

But he was not thanked.

He did not feel angry and sad because of the abuse of the boarman civilians below the stage. They were qualified to spit on him.

Countless wild boar civilians were brutally killed in this forest after losing the protection of the army.

He deserved to be resented.

However, the only thing he wanted to redeem was.

It was about the reform of the wild boar knights.

The calm wild boar commander pleaded with the high priest in front of him.

"We need those knights. This lush forest is not our only battlefield. Only those knights can prevent the war from spreading to our homes!"

"Don't let the war burn to our hometown, okay!"

At this time, it was almost a bitter plea.

Pleading bitterly with the high priest in front of him.

But what he got in return was silence.

There was despair in his eyes, and the indelible sorrow.

Some wild boar priests have begun to preach the guilt of the calm wild boar commander to the civilians in the audience.

All the problems were pushed on him.

With the increasingly noisy scene, these angry wild boar civilians began to shout loudly.

"Burn him! Burn him!"

None of these could move the calm boar commander, he just murmured in disappointment.

To the high priest in front of him.

"I once promised those children that I would return with victory, and I once silently swore that I would make that golden wheat field golden forever."

The low words made the high priest in front of him more and more silent.

The sharp blade silently pierced through the chest of the calm commander.

Accompanied by the tired face of the boar high priest.

No apology, everything is irreversible.

Under the oracle of the god.

He could not object, and those boar priests could not object.

There was no resentment on the face of the boar commander, only sadness and disappointment.

Can he not understand that the reform of the boar knight is irreversible?

Can he not know that this topic must not be opposed now?

But he still objected.

He was thrown out by all the boar commanders for his opposition, as a step down for the priests.

All the blame was placed on him.

He raised his head helplessly and looked at the sky from afar.

"The wheat should be ripe now."

The last words he uttered were not resentment or anger, but such a simple sentence.

But they were the last words left by a hero before his death.

He did not die in battle, nor on the battlefield, nor after the legendary and high-spirited first half of his life, defeated by years and time.

He died as a humble sacrifice in the sacrifice.

The hero of the wild boar died in disappointment with the wild boar.

The death of the calm commander completely detonated the atmosphere on the field, and the fanatical civilians shouted and cursed angrily.

Many of the wild boar civilians with hatred on their faces wanted to rush up.

They were stopped by the soldiers around.

These were the wild boar civilians who survived the brutal cleansing of the lush forest by the ratmen not long ago.

It was a mess.

The fatigue on the face of the high priest became more and more obvious.

He did not say anything, and even left in a hurry without watching the sacrifice.

Just stepped down from the altar.

The flames that shot up into the sky were ignited, accompanied by the fanatical cheers.

But the boarman high priest felt weak for no reason.

With his staggering steps, the world in front of him was spinning.

The high priest who was the most powerful among the boarmen suddenly fell to the ground and fainted.

Soon, the other boarman priests not far away saw this scene.

At a loss.

Even the anxious shouts were buried in the fanatical shouts.

And to make matters worse.

Sheng Qi is here.

Under the towering battle flag.

The black ratman army swarmed out of the lush forest again, excitedly and obliviously patronizing the big fat sheep that had just been robbed a few days ago.

The industrial zone that had just been repaired was instantly overturned by the ratmen.

All kinds of things were dug out from the ruins by the ratmen, cheering excitedly.

The outpost sounded the alarm as usual, and the shouting wild boar civilians gathered in front of the altar began to passively recall the tragic scene some time ago amid the loud shouts of the warriors.

That was a scene that they absolutely did not want to be recalled.

Panic spread quickly, and they began to subconsciously look for places to hide.

Faced with the alarm, the priests began to organize the situation, but the sudden fall of the high priest still brought some chaos to everything.

Everything was a bit messy.

But fortunately, those elite soldiers knew what they should do.

On the tall city wall, neatly lined up.

The city defense crossbow was fired again.

This time they still had no way to deal with the rats whistling not far away.

Except for the powerless firing of a few city defense crossbows.

Besides taking away a few poor unfortunates, there was nothing more to do.

Those rats had no idea of ​​attacking the city at all, they just whistled past and plundered, that's all.

Sheng Qi didn't know what happened in the city, but he didn't care what happened in the city.

He just came to see if the sheep had grown its wool back after a few days.

Just came to collect money, that's all.

Of course, with Sheng Qi's frequency, it is estimated that he would not come many times.

The boar people will completely give up rebuilding the industrial zone outside the city.

They are going to pluck the sheep bald.

The rat people excitedly whizzed past the industrial city, accompanied by various sharp and noisy sounds.

Today is a very peaceful day no matter what.

Except for the boar apprentice god who suddenly received a large amount of faith power.

After all, he received a complete hero, the kind that was cremated.