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 cracked knight's sword, his face full of silence.

The old friend who had been with him for more than 20 years had to be remade after all.

"General."

Hearing the hoarse voice, Cassius raised his head, it was his adjutant.

"How many people do we have left."

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

Hearing this answer, Cassius's body trembled slightly, his eyes became dim, and he tried to restrain his inner grief.

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

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

The next moment, Cassius took a deep breath, reached into the armor and groped, 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, which represented eight silver warriors.

"Try to find their silver and bronze medals."

"Yes."

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

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

A tear flowed down the corner of his eye and dripped on the ground.

A young bud 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 opponent was one step behind.

In the sky, Odor controlled eight sky warriors to encircle and kill Archibald.

He had countless combat experience.

This high-level dragon warrior of soul was not worth using those means.

This low-intensity combat method is just to keep the legendary weapon and prevent it from breaking through space.

At this moment, Archibald saw Odore's purpose, and his reason gradually returned after being devoured by the will to fight.

Facing the hunting of eight soul-minded mid-level sky warriors, he knew that he could not leave alive, but this Spear of Kailoshi was the treasure of Lord Amros, and he had to send it away.

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

Odore's figure flashed and came tens of thousands of meters away, blocking the space and disrupting the way in and out.

The Spear of Kailoshi was still powerful and penetrated the space, but left a palm-sized fragment.

Flashing to the fragment of the legendary weapon, Odore reached out to catch it, annihilated the legendary spirit fragment in it, and put it into the space equipment.

He wanted to leave this legendary weapon directly, but he still underestimated the power of this weapon and the autonomous consciousness of the legendary spirit. He had to leave this place even if his body was damaged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Let's get started."

Kyle heard this, 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 Archibald, the commander of the Monster Clan, killed seven Soul-level extraordinary people, killed 86 Gold-level extraordinary people, and killed 6,537 Silver-level extraordinary people."

"The list of our nobles who died is as follows: Baron Barlett Kabaan, Baron Sullivan Walpole..."

As Kyle read out, everyone looked solemn.

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

"We won this battle, but we also lost many lives."

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

"Under the witness of the goddess of life, let us mourn for them for three minutes."

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

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

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

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

There are 3,367 soldiers on the list of the Qixing Camp. 1,237 of them died in this battle, 137 were missing, 257 were seriously injured and had to retire, and the rest were all injured, including Cassius.

Qixing Territory was at the forefront of the war, and nearly half of them were killed or disabled, which was tragic.

But this battle made the name of the Qixing Camp famous, and it was circulated among the nobles of the Kadlo Province and some nobles of the Serop Province.

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

Now, with the mutual spread of the nobles, 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 degree of casualties varied, with the highest loss of 30% and the lowest loss of 10%.

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

Under the gaze of everyone, 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 objections." Everyone was convinced, without a trace of dissatisfaction.

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

"Yes, Lord Earl."

"Okay, everyone go down."

"Yes."

Then, everyone bowed and saluted, and left the tent one by one.