Chapter 114: Death of a Hero

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

only?

What's the cost?

The steady boarman commander was pushed onto the altar.

Look more carefully.

You can feel an inexplicable aura from him, like the massive mountains.

He is already a hero.

A true hero.

However, as a born extraordinary hero, he had not yet created his own deeds or written his own legend, but he had already been tied to this cross covered with thorns.

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

His once calm face was now filled with fatigue.

There was a lot of cursing in the audience.

As the first commander to propose joining forces, he broke the stalemate between the priest and the commander, and allowed more forces to be preserved.

He just didn't get thanked.

He did not feel angry or sad because of the insults from the wild boar civilians in the audience. They had the right to curse him.

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

He deserves to be hated.

However, there was only one thing he wanted to redeem.

It's about the reform of the Boar Knight.

The calm boarman commander pleaded with the high priest before him.

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

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

At this point, it was almost a desperate plea.

He begged desperately to the high priest in front of him.

But what I got in return was silence.

There was despair and an indelible sadness in his eyes.

Some boarman priests have already begun to preach the guilt of the calm boarman commander to the civilians in the audience.

All the problems were pushed onto him.

As the scene became increasingly noisy, the angry boarmen civilians began to shout loudly.

"Burn him! Burn him!"

None of these could move the calm boarman commander, who just murmured to himself in disappointment.

Towards the high priest in front of him.

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

The low voice 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 boarman high priest.

Without saying sorry, everything is irreversible.

Under the oracle of that god.

He couldn't object, and the boar priests couldn't object.

There was no resentment on the boarman commander's face, only sadness and disappointment.

Could it be that he didn't understand that the reform of the Boar Knight was irreversible?
Could it be possible that he didn't know that this topic could not be opposed at all now?

But he still objected.

He was thrown out by all the boarman commanders because of his opposition, as a way out for the priests.

All the blame was placed on him.

He raised his head weakly and looked into the distance at the sky.

"The wheat should be ripe now."

The last words uttered were neither resentment nor anger, just such a simple sentence.

These were the last words left by a hero before his death. He did not die in battle, nor on the battlefield, nor was he defeated by the years and time after his legendary and high-spirited first half of his life.

Died in a sacrifice as a lowly offering.

The boar man hero died in disappointment with the boar men.

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

Among them, many boar civilians with hatred on their faces wanted to rush forward.

Blocked by the surrounding soldiers.

These are the boarmen civilians who survived the brutal cleansing of the lush forest by the ratmen not long ago.

It was a mess.

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

He didn't say anything, and even left in a hurry without watching the entire sacrifice.

Just stepped down from the altar.

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

However, the boarman high priest felt weak for no reason.

My steps were unsteady and the world in front of me was spinning dizzily.

The high priest, who held a high position of power among the wild boar people, suddenly fell to the ground and fainted.

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

Overwhelmed.

Even the anxious cries were buried in the frenzied shouts.

And to make matters worse.

Rope Seven is here.

Under that towering battle flag.

The huge army of ratmen once again swarmed out of the lush forest, excitedly and obliviously looking at the fat sheep that they had just robbed a few days ago.

The industrial area that had just been repaired a little was instantly overturned by the ratmen.

The rats dug out all kinds of things from the ruins and cheered excitedly.

The outpost sounded the alarm as usual, and the shouting boarmen 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 is a scene that I absolutely do 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 is a bit messy.

Fortunately, those elite soldiers knew what they should do.

On the tall city wall, there are neat rows of troops.

The city defense crossbow was fired again.

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

Apart from the few powerless shots fired by the city defense crossbow.

There's not much more we can do except take away a few poor unfortunates.

Those ratmen had no intention of attacking the city at all. They just roared 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 checked every few days to see if the sheep's wool had grown back.

I'm just here to take advantage of you, that's all.

Of course, with Sheng Qi's frequency, he probably won't come that many times.

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

It's like plucking the sheep bald.

The rats excitedly roared past this industrial city, accompanied by various sharp and noisy sounds.

Today was a pretty quiet day anyway.

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

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

(End of this chapter)