Chapter Ninety-Seven Everything Comes to an End

  The concerns of the three legion commanders were not unfounded, as the Divine Chosen Warriors could be said to be the highest existence in each temple. Because they can communicate directly with God, they are also the medium for God's revelations. The relationship between God and the Divine Chosen Warrior is like two mobile phones that can communicate directly with each other. Now, if their representative on earth were killed, no god would be in a good mood.

  But Mo Yan was not worried about all this, because he knew that there were strange circumstances in Erlan at present. Even at a depth of thousands of meters underground, the Goddess of Pain's chosen warriors needed to carry special amplitude stones to establish communication with her. Let alone on the ground, the war god who couldn't contact the chosen warrior wouldn't get any news.

  "It doesn't matter." Mo Yan said nonchalantly as he sat down on the chair: "At the start of the battle, both sides had already made their vows. The God of War also knew about that battle, and when it comes to matters of honor, the God of War will not interfere, no matter who is killed, there will be no complaints."

  The Sart people widely believed in the war god, and if they thought they had offended the war god, there would be great obstacles in future communication. Mo Yan lied without hesitation. After all, among the God-chosen warriors of Eran, almost all were killed by him, and the only one who was still alive had already become a human stick and would be sent back to Thunder Cliff as an object of study.

  As for those onlookers from the Parliament City, most of them turned into corpses after he killed the Divine Selection Warrior. The remaining ones were either killed by Elan's allied forces or had gone mad with fear. No one could prove what Mo Yan had done before or what kind of oath he had made with those Divine Selection Warriors.

  "Is that so?" Albert still couldn't quite believe the Minotaur's words, although they sounded reasonable. But when it came to important matters, one had to be cautious. If he offended a god, then Saintphe would have to consider its relationship with Thundercliff. Saintphe didn't want to be implicated by Thundercliff.

  "Of course it's true." Mo Yan nodded solemnly, looking at Albert with sincere eyes: "Such a big thing, I won't talk nonsense. Even if I can establish the Thunder Ridge, but I'm just a slightly stronger Minotaur, and I dare not offend the dignity of God."

  "Alright." Albert believed Moyan's explanation and laughed, saying: "So where is our hero this time? That black dragon has made quite a contribution, if not for his help we wouldn't have taken down the Parliament City so quickly, he will be the greatest contributor in this war."

  "He killed many of the city's defenders and fought against the chosen warriors for a long time." A sorrowful expression appeared on the Minotaur's face, and his calm voice was tinged with sadness as he said: "Now he has been seriously injured and is still unconscious on the walls of the Council City. Just now I have already let the coalition doctors go see him, don't know if he can recover."

  "Yes, there are quite a few warriors in the city." Albert's face also became serious and said: "Moreover, they are fighting against brave warriors as strong as the God-chosen Warriors. They must have suffered some injuries. This victory owes him a lot of favors, after all, this is not his battle. If there's anything we can help with, please let us know, no matter what kind of medicine, we will try to get it."

  "I think some gold coins should be able to compensate him a bit." Mo Yan lowered his head and sighed, saying: "He said he had always wanted to sleep on a bed paved with gold coins. Although Leiting Cliff made a lot of money, the expenses were also huge, so he never fulfilled his wish. If we can have one or two thousand gold coins to pave a thin layer, let him sleep once."

  "Hmm... We will consider this matter." The elder of Allica thought for a moment and nodded, "One or two thousand gold coins may not be a small amount, but compared to his achievements, it is still proportional. We will allocate some from the confiscated property of Azela after entering the Council City."

  "That's really too kind of you." Mo Yan showed a smiling and grateful expression, saying: "I think Jones will be very happy about this. I'll represent him in expressing gratitude to you all. Oh right, there are still some things for me to arrange at the campsite, so I'll take my leave first."

  "Please go well, tomorrow I will send someone to inform you of the ceremony to enter the city." Ankude's bald-headed man nodded and said: "Moreover, it is we who should express gratitude, after all, he has made no small achievement. We will set up a statue for him in the Council City to commend his contributions in this war."

  Mo Yan nodded and walked out of the Allied Command, and as soon as he left the tent, the disappointment and pain on his face disappeared completely. In fact, Jones' injury was not as serious as Mo Yan had said, but just because he was poisoned by some anesthetic. Although he looked a bit miserable after being cut by those warriors with magic weapons during the battle, such injuries would only take a few days to recover from with the dragon's healing ability.

  But such a good opportunity, how can it not be utilized? On the mainland, there are rumors circulating that the dragon tribe likes gold coins. So, the seriously injured dragon tribe proposed to ask for one or two thousand gold coins as compensation, which is also a very reasonable thing. In order to squeeze out some benefits, Mo Yan brought out his long-unused acting skills. The sad expression just now, even the movie emperor can't do it so well.

  At this time, the battle in the city of Parliament had also come to an end. After Eran's allied forces took down the inner city with one blow, Azera's castle also announced its surrender. A lone fortress, no matter how strong its defenses, could not hold out for long, and Azera, seeing that the situation was hopeless, gave up resistance.

  In the Chancellor's office within the castle, Alliance soldiers found Azrael dressed in the Chancellor's attire. Having lost everything, he did not become hysterical as one might imagine; instead, he was unusually calm. He only said two sentences before jumping out of the office window.

  According to the soldiers present, Azura's first words were: "I made a wrong decision, but my reasons are not wrong. Thunderhead will be Elen's greatest shame." The second sentence was: "I never considered myself an emperor, I am just an ordinary Speaker, and I will die as a Speaker."

  As for the man who came with Maro, the Allied scouts were unable to find him from start to finish. Everyone couldn't figure out where he was hiding. In that chaos, the city was filled with Allied soldiers everywhere, and the city gate was also heavily guarded, with no one leaving the city.

  What's even more bizarre is that in the midst of the chaos, the well-guarded treasury in the Parliament Building was robbed. Later, when the new city council conducted an inventory check on the amount of money stored, they found that nearly 20,000 gold coins were missing, as well as some spare weapons and armor kept by the Temple of War Gods. By then it had already been a month later, and the new city council couldn't possibly ask Azera, who had taken his own life when the Parliament Building was breached, so they pinned everything on the vanished Marop people.

  After all, from the evidence made public by Raytheon Cliff in the back, everyone knows that this internal strife was caused by Malo to weaken the power of Iran, which makes all the people of Sault have a deeper resentment towards the empire that invaded Iran twice in history.

  At noon on the second day, as the commander of this battle's siege warfare, the three legion commanders entered the Council City with their respective ceremonial teams. Although the city had already been stabilized last night, there were still some ceremonial things to be done, and Mo Yan would also make a speech at this ceremony, after all, this entry ceremony also represented the complete end of the internal chaos in Ailan, as an important force, Thunder Cliff could not help but make any gesture.

  While Mo Yan was being welcomed as a demon, he might have been the first to be welcomed in such a way by the people of Sart. As he looked at the cheering crowd throwing flower petals, Mo Yan suddenly wanted to say: "Fellow villagers, rest assured! The devils have been defeated!" However, it's likely that this joke would only confuse everyone and leave an impression that this cow-headed man was really stupid, so Mo Yan gave up.

  On the Grand Plaza of Council City, all three Legion Commanders gave their own speeches and severely criticized the already deceased Azera. When it was Mo Yan's turn, he did not follow suit in criticizing, but instead spread the idea of Thundercliff, although it didn't stir up much reaction.

  However, it also made the residents of Parliament City truly understand what Thunder Bluff was like. Although there were still many people who firmly believed that Thunder Bluff was an evil place and deeply resented the other forces of the Horde. But as a small group of people, they ultimately didn't have any achievements.

  The bell in the Parliament Building echoed throughout the city, symbolizing the departure of the turbulent times. Everything would slowly get back on track, and Mo Yan also bid farewell to the three legion commanders and set off with the demons on their way back. However, he didn't head straight back to Lei Ting Cliff, but instead took a big detour, collecting some demons along the way and marking down their spawning locations.

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