Chapter 386 Rest

The young Destiny Warlock wanted to use the magic weapon, but suddenly closed his eyes.

Dark talent, drowsiness.

The black hellfire magma wrapped his whole body.

Not only this young Destiny Warlock, but the middle-aged Destiny Warlock, most of the golden warriors and golden mages have all kinds of dark talents.

People who suffer from numbness will lose their judgment on danger. Even if they are burned by flames all over their bodies, they will not feel pain or danger until they are burned to death.

The confused people forget to cast spells or use combat skills, walk around indiscriminately, don't know what to do, and are slowly burned to death.

Suddenly, several golden warriors and magicians rushed towards their own people.

Endless anger and fear appeared on each of their faces.

"Kill you!"

"You murderer!"

"You've come back to life again, I'm going to kill your whole family!"

...

They have dark talents: phantoms.

One of the most terrifying talents of the dark talent.

"Unforgivable." The middle-aged Destiny Warlock was surrounded by dazzling white light, unaffected by the hellfire magma, and pointed at the hell unicorn.

The clear sky in the morning was so bright that even if there were stars in the sky, we couldn't see them.

But at this moment, everyone felt that the sky darkened, and a cross star lit up in the eastern sky. Then, the cross star turned into a holy white flame, instantly crossed the space, and hit the hell unicorn.

A pillar of white light and flames as high as a ten-story building crashed down.

Like the holy fire waterfall.

The hell unicorn just let out a muffled hum, its body completely vaporized.

A dark hole was left in the ground.

"Unfortunately, there is no way to revive him. If he can be revived after being killed by the Holy Flame of Destiny, I will call Suye a teacher from now on." Euclid sighed softly.

"That's what you said,

I remember. General Fast said.

"What do you remember? I forgot." Euclid gave Fast a blank look, and continued to look at the Persian camp.

The hell unicorn was killed, but the last hellfire magma directly killed seven golden warriors and four golden magicians, and four golden warriors and six golden magicians died from the phantom people in their bodies.

However, looking at the desperate gold and sanctuary in the Persian camp, the Greek coalition forces did not choose to rush into the camp after all.

The magic crossbow of the Persian battleship exudes a frosty light.

Even now, the total strength of Persia still exceeds that of the Greek allied forces.

The navy of the Greek Allied Forces has still not arrived.

General Fast looked at this scene and said in a low voice: "It's a pity, if Admiral Themis' navy arrives and we attack from both sides, we can now cheer for the final victory."

A golden general next to him sighed and said: "The nobles are still watching, and the city-states are still watching. Even if the first battle is won, they are worried that the navy will be wiped out. Fortunately, we still won the second battle. Tonight, the Greek coalition navy should depart from the port of Athens."

"Aristocrats... They are mad dogs who can only see immediate benefits. We have won both battles, and they will definitely treat Persia as fat. By then... I hope I think too much." General Fast looked quietly. into the distance.

The Persian camp has gradually calmed down.

"I don't understand politics. If you use mathematical thinking to calculate, you will always think too little." Euclid looked at Su ye.

"Yeah, when they think Persia is a soft persimmon, they will inevitably push away other people's hands and squeeze it themselves."

"They'll hold a hedgehog." Euclid disagreed.

"But it's not just the nobles' hands that bleed. That's why General Mityad would rather offend the God of War Mountain than fight against the Persian army." Fast looked at the Greeks on the battlefield.

"There is always someone who wants to light the flames of Huihe Town." Euclid looked away from Su Ye and turned to the blue ocean, where densely packed Persian warships gently undulated with the waves.

Fast glanced at Su ye, then at the Greek soldier.

"Yes, the final victory will eventually belong to us." Fast showed a faint smile.

The smile on his face was exactly the same as the smile on the face of a Greek soldier.

Su ye was counting the Spartan soldiers.

Six men were killed, all by Persian surprise attacks.

Only twenty-four remained.

Neither Comodes, Castor, nor the other Spartans showed the slightest bit of grief.

This is the fate of soldiers.

They did not die in defeat, but fell before victory.

"You have done enough in this battle," Komodes said.

Castor nodded.

"Are you sure?" Su ye said.

"Killing a Destiny Warlock is half a general's military merit. It is you who defeated the four major armies, plus those soldiers and magicians who died directly from unicorns, is also enough half of the general's credit." Kermodes said The tone is full of envy.

"I never thought that a bronze mage could earn military merits so easily, even our demigod family can't do it... No, you are already silver." Castor's tone was also full of envy.

"I'm also honored for you," Su ye said.

Komodes and Castor rolled their eyes together, Su ye's mouth was always so poisonous.

Castor suddenly turned his head and glanced at the coalition general on the city wall. He was silent for a long time, sighed, and said, "Next, you won't be able to leave, but you can excuse that there is a problem with your magic power and take a break."

"Oh?" Su ye looked at Castor with doubts.

"You know magic, you know fighting, but you don't know nobles." Castor said helplessly.

Suye frowned and thought for a while, then nodded, and said, "I probably understand what you mean. But they won't be so stupid, right?"

"The Persians have lost two consecutive battles, and they look just as stupid, but are they really stupid?" Castor asked.

"Yeah, they're not stupid, they're just kidnapped by the past, desperately fighting against the tide of the times with their rigid minds, but their minds always tell themselves that they are right. They think they are protecting themselves, but they can't protect themselves. I'm protecting my ignorance." Su ye looked at the Persian camp, looking at the various utensils inside that had been eliminated by the Greeks long ago.

There is a generation gap of at least ten years.

"Lie down now." Castor said.

Su Ye nodded and said, "We will win in the end."

As Suye said, he took out a self-made stretcher from the ruined space, put it on the ground, and climbed up by himself.

"Let's go." Su ye said.

"Ulak! What's wrong with you, Ulak? Are you using too much mana?" Castor yelled loudly, his face expressionless, but his voice was full of sadness and sorrow.

"Ah! The next battle is up to you... I will do my best!" Suye closed his eyes after finishing speaking.

"You two..." Komodes couldn't laugh or cry.

Many people looked here, even the generals on the city wall looked here.

Two Spartans rushed over, lifted the stretcher, and walked slowly towards the fort with the team.

Euclid hurriedly cast the spell, and ran over with a small blue wind.

"What's wrong? Is it affected by the power of fate?" Euclid asked.

"Fate can't affect me, nobles can." Su ye said lazily with his eyes narrowed.

The sun was still glaring.

Euclid was silent for a while, then nodded.

"I understand. You take a few days off and I will contact you when the time is right," Euclid said.

"How about my military achievements?" Suye asked.

Euclid glanced at the city wall and said, "As long as General Fast is in charge of military merit, no one will deprive you of military merit."

"What if General Fast has another appointment?" Su ye asked back.

"They first need to deal with General Mityad." Euclid said.

"Well, yes, they are short-sighted, but not stupid." Su ye mixed in a Greek swear word.

"But if they want to make military achievements, they must get the consent of General Mitaiad." Castor said.

"Of course, there are gains and losses. No one can monopolize everything, not General Miltiade, nor the nobles," Euclid said.

"Yes." Castor said.

A group of people passed through the city gate, entered the fortress, and walked towards the residence.

The corner of Su ye's mouth suddenly raised a mocking smile.

Commodes, Castor, and Euclid also looked at each other, with similar sarcasm on their faces.

Those Spartan soldiers were unchanged.

"You Athenians, it's really interesting." Komodes couldn't help but sneered.

"The person whom we in Sparta dreamed of was driven away by you, and now he is still lamenting on the city wall why he is not from Athens. I didn't laugh out loud, but I gave you enough face." Castor touched Tiger head on the plastron.

"To each other, you Spartan anti-mages are just like anti-thieves." Euclid said.

Castor whispered.

Komodes looked back at the city wall, at the backs of those nobles.

Su ye opened his eyes slightly and saw a familiar figure.

The figure who had been knocked unconscious by the big wooden stick, and the pale golden curly hair.

On the city wall, Andre scanned the Marathon Plain with his gray-green eyes.

"I like it here. The shouts of the soldiers are more pleasant than the sound of my harp." Andre smiled.

"You are so humble. Even the horns of the battlefield cannot match your harp. If the war is over before the Pythia competition, you will definitely be the champion of this year's harp. The music champion of the young Athenian general at the Pythia competition , You will be favored by the Sun God." said the young nobleman on the side.

"Child, your praise makes me ashamed. I just accidentally commanded a battle, and then I may use the family's magic weapon to kill a golden warrior or golden mage, and finally get military merit, which is probably at the level of a regiment commander. A teenage general is too exaggerated, I can't do it." A smile bloomed on Andre's face.

Childe sighed, and said: "Speaking of military exploits, that silver magician named Ulak was really lucky, he had a magical servant, lucky enough to restrain the giant army, and even accidentally killed a magician of fate. Those generals have been talking about him. Not surprisingly, he will become the youngest general in these years, second only to Aristotle."

"Yes, this Spartan is still much worse than Aristotle. The famous Battle of Burning Fire really shocked the whole of Athens, which also caused the military to pay more attention to the training of magicians. Unfortunately, those Old stubborn people have always been afraid of magicians." Andre said.

"I, a warrior, can't understand you mages." Childe shrugged.

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