Chapter 98: Teach Them How to Spend Money!
The golden sun cast its dazzling rays.
The indescribable warmth illuminated every anxious face.
Many people who had just finished work eagerly looked on.
They had heard about the battle but didn't know the details, only that the lord had won again.
In the vast fields, the victorious caravan slowly returned along the distant road.
At the front of the convoy, Angela rode with striking grace, surrounded by a halo of light, exuding both captivating charisma and authority.
What left everyone stunned was the clay golems following closely behind Angela!
They marched in lines of five, their heavy steps perfectly synchronized as they followed behind her.
The small nicks and marks from blades and spears on the clay golems made them appear even more real.
The people felt the ground shaking beneath them, gazing at these legendary creations, their hearts filled with a mix of awe and pride.
These were definitely creations of their lord, mysterious and powerful!
Behind the clay golems were the tall barbarian soldiers, solemnly carrying eight coffins, each containing a fallen comrade from the battle.
Both regular soldiers and barbarian soldiers had made sacrifices.
The cooperation in this battle had dissolved the old grudges and tensions between them, and they now regarded each other as true comrades.
The families, who had already been informed of the deaths, tearfully watched the scene unfold before them.
Unlike usual, Old John did not have his usual playful demeanor as he called out the names of the fallen soldiers, praising their courageous sacrifices.
An unspoken emotion brewed, rooted, and blossomed in the hearts of everyone present.
Behind them were the orderly ranks of soldiers.
The blood on their bodies had yet to dry, and their wounds had not yet healed, but their steps were strong, and their presence carried an iron-blooded aura.
No fear was visible in their eyes, only an indescribable resolve!
With such soldiers protecting them, everyone felt an overwhelming sense of safety!
"Protect the territory, protect the homeland!"
Instructor Arnold shouted, his face wrinkled but his eyes burning with fervor.
It was as if he had returned to the glorious days of building the city, fighting and battling alongside his comrades!
"Protect the territory, protect the homeland!!"
All the soldiers shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens!
They shouted again and again, marching step by step into Bay Village, returning with honor and medals.
With wet eyes, everyone couldn't help but choke up, joining in with the loud shouts:
"Protect the territory, protect the homeland!"
The endless fields echoed with the deafening cries.
The sound spread far and wide, carried by the wind into the distance, lingering for a long time.
Evening.
After enjoying the victory feast, everyone walked around the village, excitedly discussing the scene they had just witnessed.
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Sorcery Monarch
Science FictionCrossing into Netheril, becoming a small lord. Nurturing a Time Whelp, developing arcane magic, and transforming technology. Absorbing populations from various races such as humans, dwarves, elves, halflings, drow, tieflings, and the magicborn, to...
