The shouts of killing in the distance continued, but Lily's surroundings were silent. Although her movements were unhappy, they were extremely neat. The general of the Aztlans had vomited blood and fell to the ground. Although the Aztlans around had clearly seen it, they had not realized that this meant that the general was dead.

The wind blew past the earth as usual, and the fighting on the ground scared away all the birds and made the sky quiet. And their generals fell in a pool of blood like the sky, silent for a long time.

Finally someone realized that the general had been killed. But they still couldn't accept it - in just half a day, the team lost two generals one after another!

"Win...win?"

Wuwuyi murmured, and there was still a little bit of confidence in his tone. Although the whole process cannot be said to be "a moment", it is still outrageous for a battle. Lily seemed to be walking all the way from here to there, and then picked a fruit from the bush.

After the silence, there was a commotion. The tribes who had been forced to the death were energized as if they were injected with chicken blood.

"Ah, my sister is here, there is nothing to play."

Gan Yi took off the dagger in his hand in vain.

"I just don't want to end so soon, so I left my elder sister behind. Why can she get here so quickly without anyone leading the way?"

The chief was so angry that he was told by Gan's words for the third time. He was exhausted for the tribe. But this "reinforcement" was actually playing here!

But before he could glar at Gan, the form of the battlefield suddenly changed drastically. An Aztlan was the first to roar at the sky, and then more and more roars joined in. The Aztlans who lost their generals did not defeat as the tribes expected, but fought harder with red eyes!

——The priests have held a ceremony to call the Sun God of War before the war begins. Now the entire battlefield is under the gaze of the Sun God of War. Once they retreat, these Aztlan warriors will never be able to receive the redemption of the Sun God of War after their death.

——It is an unbearable shame to a tribe of five hundred people. Even if they escape smoothly, they will be killed by the Sun King with military orders. Even if the Sun King opens his net, they will no longer be able to survive in the Aztland Empire.

——The most important thing is that these tribal people are far weaker than the Aztlans in terms of weapons, numbers, and training. Even without generals, the Aztlans do not think they will fail!

These three reasons doomed the Aztlans not to retreat here!

The joy of victory was washed down by a basin of cold water, and the feeling of fatigue surged up. The morale of the tribes was even lower than before. The stubborn teams were soon divided into smaller pieces by the irritable Aztlans, just like the reef in the storm, which would be swallowed by the surging waves at any time!

Just as heavy rains are often accompanied by thunder and lightning, a loud thunderous sound suddenly appeared above the battlefield.

The magic power that made everyone feel fear fell on the battlefield in the thunderous thunderous thunderous sound. After the huge tremor, a pit more than ten meters wide appeared on the ground.

Then, there was another loud thunderous sound!

The second huge pit appeared on the ground, closer to the Aztlan army than the previous one.

Just as the Aztlans were looking for the source of magic, the third huge pit was engraved on the ground, closer to the Aztlans than the previous two. This time, the Aztlans at the outermost part of the military formation saw clearly that it was not lightning, but a darker, more primitive, violent, and purer magic.

The pits caused by huge magic appeared one after another on the earth, like a giant that could not be seen with his eyes, approaching the Aztlands.

A battle flag appeared on the horizon. The black flag was painted with scarlet paint on a blood crow that was spreading its wings and soaring.

This blood crow is the symbol of the Asa tribe that the Pirate Kingdom once believed in throughout the country. However, after the Pirate Kingdom converted to the Olympian gods, except for those stubborn opposition parties, the only one who was still using this flag was to use the reason "used to use it" to randomly reject the Supreme King of the Pirate Kingdom proposed by the Triumph, Hestein.

Hestein himself was holding the battle flag in his own hands. His armor shone brightly with the reflection of the sunlight, and Kong Wu's powerful body was like a hero who had just walked out of the epic. The oppression from the high-level Areskagu made the Aztlands tremble all over, as if they had seen the giant in mythology with their own eyes.

The dense crowd followed Hestein on the horizon. Their armor also reflected the dazzling light that scared the Aztlands.

The war cries sounded, the war drums sounded, and the weapons of war also sounded with the soldiers running.

The moment Hestein waved the battle flag towards the Aztlands, everyone knew in their hearts that the battle was over.

The Aztrans began to retreat. The chief breathed a sigh of relief and then fell to the ground softly and weakly.

“…there is no choice.”

Looking at the deep sky, he sighed an old sigh.

Wuwuyi knelt on the ground and watched Hestein walk past her in a daze. The wild and sharp eyes under the rough hair looked into the distance from beginning to end, without even a glance at Wuwuyi.

"Win...win?"

"No." Lolos's voice was filled with sadness, "Just sending the wolves away, a lion comes again."

In this attack, less than fifty young and middle-aged men with about two hundred people were left. The old cowards and women who were protected in the rear also damaged almost half of the Aztlans attack. The tribe of five hundred people was left, less than two hundred people were left.

The village was also burning clean in the fire.

——The funeral was held on the spot.

This group of tribes did not dig up the soil to bury the bodies, nor did they use fire to burn them. They just took some weeds and spread them on the corpse roughly, leaving them on the ground.

Since the new priest has not been selected, the funeral can only be presided over by Wuwuyi, who knows a little magic.

"The Mother of the Earth gives these warriors comfort; the Mother of the Wind gives these warriors rest..."

The water from the kettle is poured on the weeds and the funeral is over. Perhaps these corpses will rot on their own, or perhaps they will be swallowed by wolves before they rot. In any case, these former tribal compatriots will become part of the endless natural world. The tribes on this grassland are more clear than those in any civilized country - they come from nature and will eventually return to nature.

When spring comes back, these weeds may take root and sprout again.

“Where is Hestein?”

After the ceremony, the chief whispered to Lolos.

"I'm waiting to talk to you with Chief."
Chapter completed!