Chapter 59: The Battle Ends

  In the sky, countless large clusters of fireballs smashed towards the ground. After Mo Yan jumped down, the magic that Hei Long had been preparing was released at this moment. The falling fireballs pounded the ground, creating numerous shallow pits and bursting out countless fragments of rock. Although the people of Sart had scattered as much as possible, depriving Hei Long of a main target, it wasn't easy for a thousand or two people to disperse immediately.

  Because of the existence of the second wave of demonic attacks, they had to defend against the demons' raids while dispersing, and once dispersed too far, they would be surrounded and killed by the demons. The Council City Allied Forces were irreparably defeated in the face of the black dragon's powerful strength, and could only flee the battlefield with all their might towards the rear.

  It can't be said that the command of the Parliamentarian forces was weak, but rather because their opponents were too strong. In the eyes of many, this may have been the curse of their commander Claudius, a kind of blessing in disguise. No matter what battles he commanded, regardless of size, they would ultimately end in defeat for one reason or another.

  "Is it really going to be like this again?" The attacker gave up resisting and collapsed to the ground, listening to the sound of fireballs hitting the ground outside. He let out a helpless and miserable laugh: "Why do I always end up failing? It's been like this since I became squad leader. I've clearly done my best, so why do I always fail for one reason or another?"

  "That only proves you're not doing well enough." Mo Yan said to the attacker in front of him, who had been disarmed and had his limbs disabled after attacking twice: "If your intelligence was more accurate, if you knew my strength or the Black Dragon of Thunder Cliff, this war could have been completely avoided."

  "Is that so? Is it because I didn't do well enough, leading to the current situation?" Claud opened his eyes and looked at the Minotaur in front of him, saying: "Then I must do better next time, if I can...cough...survive." More blood foam spewed out from Claud's mouth, as the Minotaur's attack had injured his lungs.

  "You were just so fast, how did you do it?" Looking at the broken long sword of the attacker on the ground, Mo Yan asked curiously: "The speed just now should be the fastest I've ever seen, and your strength feels pretty good too. How many strong warriors like you are there in the Council City?"

  "Huh? Heh... " Claud heard the Minotaur's words and laughed self-deprecatingly, saying: "Perhaps in the past I could still acknowledge my speed, but how can I possibly think that I'm still quick on my feet now? In battle, I don't even have a chance to counterattack."

  "The lord, those Salernians have completely retreated." Just then a Carthaginian warrior came to the side of the trench and said to the lord inside and a fallen Salernian: "Do we still need to pursue? Those people have already entered the forest."

  "Whatever." Mo Yan looked at the attacker, shook his head and said: "Let the legion clean up, sweep the battlefield. Collect the corpses of the Parliament City Allied Forces, they can still be of some use. As for the corpses of the legion's demons, you can collect them if you want, or throw them wherever you like, anyway they will disappear in a few days."

  "Alright." The warrior nodded and left the side of the pit.

  "So, how should I deal with you?" Mo Yan looked at the attacker in front of him and was somewhat at a loss. If he killed him immediately, it wouldn't be very appropriate, as Mo Yan didn't have the habit of killing prisoners. But if he just let him go like this, it also didn't feel quite right, after all, he was a strong person from the Council City and his tactical skills were quite proficient, who knows when they might meet again in battle.

  "Do with me as you will." Claud looked at the Minotaur before him and said, "I have been defeated. If you do not kill me, according to the customs of the Sartans I must work for you without pay for a year." Claud was somewhat reluctant, but he knew the custom of the Sartans who worshipped the war god.

  "Do the Sart people have such a rule?" Mo Yan said with some surprise, "I've never heard of it before. I once defeated 300 Sart warriors, why didn't they say so?"

  "Defeat must be a one-on-one fight to the death." Claud explained, "And it's also necessary not to kill them after defeating them in order to meet the conditions. It can satisfy the rules of solo combat on the battlefield, and monsters will also kill people who have been defeated."

  "You're quite honest." Mo Yan stroked his chin and smiled, saying: "If you didn't tell me this, I might have let you go. As for digging a hole to bury yourself, I really haven't seen anything like it."

  "If you don't kill me, one day you will hear it from others." Claud said with a sigh: "By that time my honor may be damaged. As a follower of the war god, I do not allow such things to happen. And if you choose to kill me, then nothing worldly has any value to me, whether or not it is said makes no difference."

  Bang! A black dragon shadow fell beside the pit, looking at the cow-headed man in the pit and saying: "What's wrong? You haven't come out since you jumped down, now those ants have all run away."

  "The axe head broke off." Mo Yan shrugged and said somewhat helplessly: "The wooden handle is too brittle, and I'm not here to slaughter them anyway. As long as they scatter, it's good enough that there are survivors who can go back and let the big shots in the Council City know that Leiting Cliff has a black dragon."

  "Haha." Hearing Mo Yan's praise, Jones smiled proudly and said: "No matter how many of them come, I can burn them all to ashes! By the way, are you going to eat this guy? Men's meat is not good to eat, it's hard and has a strange smell."

  "I don't want to eat any human." Mo Yan shook his head and said, "In a while we will be going back. The First Legion and the Second Legion will also return after cleaning up the battlefield. After this battle, the Council City should behave itself. Attacker, I still don't know your name."

  "My name is Claud." Claud said: "Have you decided how to deal with me?"

  "I need a bodyguard." Mo Yan bent down to reconnect Claud's joints, laughing and saying: "Help me deal with some people I don't even need to lift a hand for, you know there are still many people who think of me as an ordinary Minotaur, and when the time comes, assassination attempts will definitely happen.

  I don't have the leisure to deal with those guys, you'll be the one who will swat those flies for me from now on. Of course, in Thundercliff, no matter what job it is, there's a decent salary to be had."

  "I don't need any salary." Claud rubbed his still sore shoulders, stood up and picked up his broken sword, saying: "I will only serve you for a year according to the rules of the Salt people. I don't need a salary or anything, after all, I will leave there after a year, so you still need to find someone to shoo away flies."

  "We'll talk about it later." Mo Yan jumped from the pit to the back of the Black Dragon, took out a scroll stained with blood from his pocket and threw it at Claud, saying: "You follow the First Legion back, give them my command book. By the way, tell them that this battle was really not well fought, the rewards on the back of the command book are cancelled."

  "I will deliver the order." Claud said, looking at the order book in his hand.

  "Then let's go to Leiting Cliff." Mo Yan said, patting Heilong. Feeling that Mo Yan had finished speaking, Heilong flapped his huge wings and took off into the air, flying towards Leiting Cliff.

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  In the city of Parliament, the castle in the city is making preparations for this celebration.

  Banners with auspicious phrases are being hung up, and petals for throwing have been ordered. Flower shops in the city are now collecting and planting flowers with all their might. In order to collect enough petals, even wildflowers in the wilderness have not been spared. Large quantities of festival utensils that are only used during festivals have been taken out, along with bright red carpets and magnificent festive attire.

  Blacksmiths were forging badges, to be presented to the victorious warriors upon their return as proof of their bravery. The vice-officers of the Speaker were writing celebratory drafts, writing and tearing them up repeatedly, with the floor already littered with scraps of paper filled with eulogies for the Speaker.

  A joyful scene unfolded in the city, with everyone confident in the strength of the Council's army. No one had ever thought that they might fail. In their eyes, no city in Eran could withstand such an attack. All that was left to do now was celebrate, and merchants calculated how much it would cost to buy the Thundercliff technology from the Councilor's hands.

  The craftsmen were preparing materials, making all kinds of goods with abandon. Once the Thunderhead collapsed, their orders would be like snowflakes, and almost everyone in the Council City had a smile on their face.

  "I will usher in a new era." The Speaker stood at the window of his office on the middle floor of the castle, looking out at the various celebratory items being prepared in the streets below, and the laughing children raising their cups of juice.

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