Summoning Total War

"Your Excellency, Lord, Uthols is grateful to you for saving my people!" A barbarian warrior who was over two meters tall and had muscles as if made of steel came to Murphy. There were several wounds on his back and blood was oozing out, but he didn't seem to notice it and stepped in front of Murphy. The barbarian warrior, who was nearly two meters tall, knelt on one knee in front of Murphy. He put his right hand across his chest and slowly lowered his head.

The blood condensed on his solid back, making him look like he was covered in a battle coat!

Following Uthols, the other surviving barbarian warriors also struggled to stand up and knelt down to Murphy.

This eventually evolved into all the surviving Psyans kneeling down towards Murphy!

At this moment, under the moonlight, Murphy's figure turned out to be unusually tall, as if the ancient kings were receiving worship from their ministers!

Because of the injured Pusaiya, the team's return had to be slowed down.

The soldiers who were too injured to be treated were put to death by their companions, while the remaining soldiers were simply bandaged. The throats of seriously injured and dying horses were slit, and the knights of the general's guard filled kettles with boiling horse blood and fed it to the injured Psiah warriors. The amount of holy water carried was not large, and only the more serious people were treated. The others had to go to the town.

In the age of cold weapons, some injuries that were incurable but not fatal immediately could even cause soldiers to wail in pain for a whole day before dying. At this time, they need their companions to end their pain.

It is less than fifty miles away from the town. If you hurry, you can reach the territory in the early morning.

The left ear of the war dead was cut off by his companions. On the left ear of the Pusaias, there will be a dark blue tattoo. This tattoo is carved by the shaman after each man reaches adulthood, and has special symbols on it. , representing the mark of each warrior. The left ear will be collected, sprinkled with lime, and carried by people who are blood relatives of the deceased until they return to their hometown or are brought back with their left ear by another warrior.

In the southern plains, barbarian humans who make mercenaries their lifelong profession may not be able to transport their bodies back to their hometown after they die in battle. Then his companions would cut off their left ears and take them back. The shaman will place the left ear, symbolizing the mark of their soul, into the burial place of their ancestors.

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

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 corpses of the dead! Until there is no trace of meat on the bones!

However, these surviving soldiers could not tolerate the death of their comrades who had fought side by side and depended on each other for life and death in the wilderness like this!

They used weapons and hands to dig holes in the grass and buried the bodies of their companions.

Murphy had been watching quietly, and the knights of the general's guard were also watching quietly, without any intention of helping.

Because they know that if they are burying a comrade who once depended on each other for life and death, they do not want other people to interfere. Murphy didn't understand this emotion before, but now, he kind of understands it.

This is the emotion that a man hides behind a solid exterior, never expressing it and not needing others to understand it.

The graves on the ground are small earthen mounds one after another, just like the soldiers in Athens. There are no monuments or any writing left.

Born unknown, died unknown.

But what can never be buried is the figure of their battle!

In a barbaric era, weak humans were led by famous heroes from ancient times to fight against alien creatures! Trade your life for living soil! Sprinkle glory with blood! ! !

These barbarian warriors are far more powerful than ordinary mercenaries.

They won the respect of Murphy and the recognition of the knights of the general's guard.

On the way back, the knights gave up their horses to the injured barbarian warriors, and the horse corpses were abandoned in the wilderness.

The group of people were silent and headed towards the territory under the moonlight.

Murphy returned to the property around one in the morning. The Pusaians were arranged in the barracks, where there were reserves of holy water and doctors, and Murphy had arranged for them to be treated. With the powerful healing effect of holy water, I believe they will be able to recover in a few days.

After dealing with these things, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

The night wind blew, and the cold moonlight fell on the ground, creating mottled silhouettes.

It was quiet all around, and the residents of the town were already asleep. There was only the sound of neat hooves as the knights of the general's guard led their horses forward behind them. They don't want to disturb other people's dreams.

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

He suddenly stopped and froze.

Only then did he remember that before leaving, he had told the high priest that he would be back the next day.

The temple always closes its doors after the sun goes down, without exception.

After handing the horse over to the general's guards behind him, Murphy picked up a large cloak and put it on, hiding the blood-stained clothes on his body, and then walked slowly to the front of the temple.

He saw the high priest.

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

Looking back, the woman's gentle eyes fell on Murphy. After staring for a moment, she clasped her hands on her chest and nodded, and then the two new priests gently closed the door of the temple.

When the temple door was about to be closed, she looked at Murphy's face in the darkness and smiled softly, with a pair of eyes bent into crescents.

The lights went out, and the soft footsteps of the priests leaving could be heard in the temple.

She is waiting for her to come back...

The soft smile of the high priest still remained in his mind.

this moment!

An inexplicable emotion suddenly burst out in Murphy's heart. This intense emotion even made his hands tremble slightly and he couldn't help it!

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

He wants to rush forward!

Open the door and hold that gentle woman in your arms!

But he resisted the urge.

After taking a deep look at the magnificent temple, Murphy turned and walked towards the Governor's Mansion.

Late at night……