Chapter 931 Battle of Madeira Plains (End)

Under the extreme terror, many monster clan warriors woke up and began to flee to the rear.

In the center of the battlefield, Cassius looked at the defeated monster army, his bloodthirsty eyes gradually faded, he looked down at the knight's sword full of cracks, his face full of silence.

The old friend who has been with me for more than 20 years finally needs to be retrained.

"General."

Hearing the hoarse voice, Cassius looked up and saw that it was his adjutant.

"How many of us are there?"

The officer laughed bitterly and said, "General, I have five silver medals and twenty-six bronze medals on me."

Hearing this answer, Cassius' body trembled slightly, his eyes became dim, and he tried hard to suppress the grief in his heart.

After this battle, it would be good if half of the people in the Qixing Camp were left alive.

At this moment, he could not feel any joy of victory.

The next moment, Cassius took a deep breath and reached his hand into the armor to feel around. His movements were a little slow, as if every movement required all his strength.

Finally, he found eight silver medals from the gaps in the armor, representing eight silver warriors.

“Try to find their silver and bronze medals.”

"Yes."

The officer straightened up, looked serious, and answered loudly.

Watching the officer leave, Cassius took off his helmet, sat on the ground, leaned his body against the corpse of a low-level golden ogre, placed eight silver medals on his chest, closed his eyes, and recalled those familiar faces.

A tear flowed down the corner of her eye and fell onto the ground.

A young sprout emerged from the soil to greet the morning sun.

On the command platform, Weilin looked at the monster army that was in a state of collapse, and then looked at the battle between Odor and the dragon commander in the sky, and his tense nerves relaxed.

In this war, the other side was ultimately one step behind.

High in the sky, Odor controlled eight sky warriors to surround and kill Archibald.

He has countless combat experiences.

This high-level dragon warrior with soul power is not worth using those methods on.

This low-intensity combat method is only used to retain the legendary weapon and prevent it from breaking through the space.

At this moment, Archibald seemed to see through Odor's purpose, and his rationality, which had been consumed by the will to fight, gradually returned.

Faced with the hunting of eight mid-level sky warriors, he knew that he could not escape alive, but the Spear of Kailosi was the treasure of Lord Amroth, and he had to send it away from here.

Archibald looked down at the legendary weapon emitting a fierce red light, and directly burned his own life and the power of the red dragon blood in his body, and threw it far away with force.

Odor's figure flashed and he came to a distance of tens of thousands of meters, blocking the space and disrupting the roads.

The power of Kailoshi's spear remained undiminished, penetrating the space, but leaving behind a palm-sized fragment.

Odor flashed before the fragment of the legendary weapon, caught it with his hand, destroyed the fragment of the legendary spirit in it, and put it into the space equipment.

He originally wanted to leave this legendary weapon behind, but he still underestimated the power of this weapon and the autonomous consciousness of the legendary spirit. He was determined to leave this place even at the risk of damaging his body.

However, with this fragment as the core and some other materials added, it would be enough to create a semi-legendary knight sword for his teacher.

On the other side, Archibald, whose strength was greatly reduced, was quickly defeated under the siege of eight sky warriors. His body was chopped into pieces and turned into a blood mist that wandered in the sky 100,000 meters above the sky.

After completing their mission, the eight sky warriors saluted Odor.

"Thank you, old friends." Odor placed his right hand on his chest, bowed slightly, and thanked the eight sky warriors.

The eight sky warriors began to disintegrate, transforming into the purest magic power and returning to Odor's body.

On the morning of the third day, in a central tent in the eastern camp of the Urad Plain, everyone stood according to their status.

Weilin sat in the main seat and looked around. There were many fewer people.

"let's start."

Hearing this, Kyle opened the file and began to report: "In this battle, our army lost 21,326 people, 13,788 people were missing, and 59,893 people were injured."

"The Monster Clan Army killed 69,875 and buried 13,956."

"The enemy's strong men, from the Monster Clan Commander Archibald on down, killed seven Soul-level Transcendents, beheaded eighty-six Gold-level Transcendents, and killed six thousand five hundred and thirty-seven Silver-level Transcendents."

"The list of nobles killed in our army is as follows: Baron Bart Caban, Baron Sullivan Walpole..."

As Kyle read out the speech, everyone looked solemn.

Ten minutes later, Kyle stopped reading, closed the document, and retreated behind his master.

"We won this battle, but it also cost the lives of many soldiers."

"They used their flesh and blood to crush the monster clan's intention to move eastward."

"In the presence of the goddess of life, let us observe three minutes of silence for them."

Led by Weilin, everyone closed their eyes and prayed for the dead.

This battle was the most brutal one for Weilin and Qixingling.

In previous wars, his troops were not the strongest, so naturally they did not have to take on dangerous missions.

In this war, his troops were the main force and the backbone of the entire army.

There were 3,367 registered soldiers in the Qixing Battalion. 1,237 of them were killed in this battle, 137 were missing, 257 were seriously injured and needed to be retired, and the rest were all injured, even the battalion commander Cassius was no exception.

Qixingling was at the forefront of the war, with nearly half of its soldiers killed or wounded. It was a tragic scene.

But this battle made the name of the Qixing Camp famous, and it became known among the nobles of Cardro Province and some nobles of Serop Province.

In the past, the reputation of the Qixing Camp was only known within the Qixing Territory.

Now, as the nobles spread the word to each other, the name of the Qixing Camp will spread between the two provinces.

They dyed the military flag red with their own blood and also got the glory that belonged to them.

As for the other troops, the extent of casualties varied, with the highest being 30% and the lowest being 10%.

Three minutes later, everyone finished praying, opened their eyes, and looked at Weilin, waiting for his speech.

Under the gaze of the crowd, Weilin slowly said, "I will take 20% of all the spoils of this war, and the rest will be determined by the merits of the war. Do you have any objections?"

"We have no objection." Everyone was convinced and there was not a trace of dissatisfaction.

"Everyone, return to camp, appease the soldiers, and continue patrolling the border."

"Yes, Lord Count."

"Okay, let's all get down."

"Yes."

Afterwards, everyone bowed and saluted, then left the tent one by one.