Chapter 57: Hero's Funeral

August 8th, early morning.

The morning mist was thin, and the sound of birds singing could be heard from the sparse trees.

The remaining chirping of insects and croaking of frogs could be heard from time to time, adding a bit of vitality to the early morning.

The sun had not yet risen in the morning and the air was a little chilly. The breeze brought up a humid mist, making the body surface a little colder.

The crowd, who were supposed to be busy, did not leave the territory at this moment. They all stared at the central area silently.

Sixty coffins woven from vines lay quietly on the ground.

This was made overnight by the Vine Fairy.

Through the gaps, one can see the wetland lizardmen warriors who sacrificed themselves for the City of Witness sleeping peacefully inside.

Hundreds of people were silent and the atmosphere was solemn.

Suddenly there was a commotion among the crowd, and they subconsciously separated to the left and right.

At this moment, a heroic figure was slowly walking towards them from behind. His face was too young, but his majesty grew with every step he took.

The ruler of the city of twilight, the master of the swamp, their protector—

Lear.

Wherever he passed, everyone bowed their heads and saluted respectfully with their hands on their chests.

"Good day, Lord."

"grown ups."

"I salute you."

Lear walked to the front of the coffin step by step without looking around, supported the coffin with his right hand, and turned to look at the crowd.

The tone was low and solemn.

"My people, those who are sleeping before you, are heroes who sacrificed their lives for the City of Wisdom and for all our inhabitants."

"Today, they will rest in peace in the Tomb of the Heroes."

"Next, I will build the Hall of Valor, engrave their names on it, and sing praises of their deeds."

"All heroes will be remembered and respected by all future generations of Wei Lu City."

His tone darkened as he spoke.

"Lift the coffin!"

The wetland lizardman warrior beside him immediately stepped forward, lifted up the vine coffin with his shoulders, and slowly turned around to head east to the Tomb of Heroes.

Lear carried the coffin.

Three swamp banshees with white flowers on their chests and serious faces led the way in front.

They carried vine baskets filled with fresh flower petals.

Holding the petals high in my hand, they fall all over the sky and then freeze on the ground, in silence.
As the petals fluttered, a melodious yet solemn song sounded softly.

There are no lyrics, but everyone can feel the sacredness, solemnity and majesty in it.

The crowd subconsciously straightened their chests.

Many of the swamp people in the back were somewhat absent-minded.
If one day they also die, they will have the lord holding the coffin, the soldiers carrying the coffin, the banshees singing, the flowers spreading on the ground, and all the people seeing them off.

Finally, you will be buried in the Tomb of Heroes, and your deeds will be engraved in Valhalla, and you will be admired by countless people after your death.

Then even if I die, I will have no regrets.

Even the Delsa people who had just joined the City of Wisdom had a subtle change in their mentality at this moment.

The looks of the dozen or so barbarians who had no sense of presence mixed in among them became extremely complicated.

During these days, they were first put on alert and guard, and then put among the swamp people to work with them.

Although I was tired, I witnessed the thriving vitality of this territory with my own eyes.

There was a subtle change in my heart.

Until this moment, seeing Lear's attitude towards the fallen soldiers, the emotions in his heart suddenly took root.

In the wilderness, life is worthless.

Many more people die silently, and some cannot even be buried after death.

More corpses are left exposed in the wilderness.

Don't even mention leaving your own legend behind.
If they didn't have a territory, perhaps joining the City of Wei Lu, becoming the Lord's subordinates, or even sacrificing for the territory would not be something difficult to accept.

Looking at the heroic figure carrying the coffin, more than a dozen barbarians looked at each other from time to time, and saw the complex and subtle emotions in each other's eyes.

3 kilometers is not far, but the process makes everyone feel sacred and solemn.

The sense of ceremony is fully realized.

When we arrived at the designated Tomb of Heroes, dozens of tombs had already been dug in front.

Li Er turned his head and looked around, then gave the order in a serious tone.

"Bury a hero."

The wetland lizardman immediately set off and slowly placed the coffin into the tomb.

After the placement, Lear personally picked up the shovel and took the lead, filling the ground with soil one shovelful at a time.

The song of the swamp maidens became louder and more solemn now.

Let the sad act of burial be filled with a sacred aura.

When the last shovel of soil was covered, Lear put down the shovel and looked around.

"Everyone, three minutes of silence for the heroes."

As he said this, he clenched his fists in front of his chest, lowered his head, and led the moment of silence.

Swish~ Everyone lowered their heads like him.

The only sound left in the air was the breeze rustling the grass.

After the time is up.

"The ceremony is over." Lear looked up, his tone heavy.

“Please everyone remember this day.”

"The sacrifices of our soldiers will never be in vain!"

"The city of Wei Lu will surely rise!"

The short words are as sonorous and powerful as the collision of metal and stone.

After everything that has been done before, this moment becomes extremely impactful.

The crowd looked at Lear with eyes full of respect and passion again.

This is their leader, their master!

The funeral was over and the crowd dispersed.

Everyone felt a little strange on the way back.

Looking at the companions around me, I inexplicably felt a little closer.

Maybe one day, when they die, the people around them will be the ones carrying their coffins.

After the funeral just now, being buried in the land of heroes has become the highest honor in everyone's eyes!

If I could have such an experience after I die, I would be willing to die.

A group of barbarians who did not belong to this territory also felt the same emotion at this moment.

Although I can feel that my companions in my tribe are trustworthy, I have never felt that everyone around me is a relative.

For a moment, my mood became more complicated.
Bain's heart was in turmoil when he heard the discussions of the crowd.

He is no longer young.

If I die one day, will I be treated like this?

Can he be mourned by everyone? Can he be buried by the Lord himself?
Yes, you can!

He will work harder for the adults and contribute his strength to the City of Wei Lu!

After his death, he will definitely be buried in the Tomb of Heroes and revered by everyone!

For a moment, my fighting spirit surged.

He returned to the territory in a hurry and began to arrange work for the Delsa people.

Then I keenly discovered that everyone's enthusiasm has been greatly improved today.
A funeral changed the atmosphere of the entire territory.

The addition of hundreds of Delsa people made the territory run more smoothly.

In the farmland area, 400 people were sent to open up the land.

With the addition of a large number of workers, it is expected that the entire area will be cleared and planted with swamp wheat in three days.

This is the focus of current work.

But Lear, as the helmsman, rarely stopped.

The intensity of yesterday's battle was too great and there were many casualties, so he did not rush out hunting and allowed the army to have a good rest.

Fighting for a long time will make people's nerves very tense, so it is not a bad thing to relax appropriately.

The wetland lizardmen also lazily lay on the grass and basked in the sun.

But the busy crowd's eyes were full of admiration, because those sacrificed warriors were all wetland lizardmen!
Lear came to the fish farm in the north and asked the vine fairy to make a vine lounge chair for him. He sat comfortably on the chair.

The wooden table next to him was filled with freshly brewed warm tea, and he would pick up the teacup and take a sip from time to time.

Watching the dragon blood red fish swimming in the water leisurely.

This is the first time I feel so relaxed since arriving in the swamp.

But unfortunately, it is still a mystery what these 2-star magical creatures eat. They always refuse to open their mouths to eat.

Otherwise, feeding the fish, drinking tea, enjoying the breeze, and listening to the banshee humming beside you would be a nice thing.

At noon, when I was about to go back for a nap, Bain suddenly came over excitedly.

"Sir, we found a large amount of Black Dragon Broadleaf Grass!"

Lear's eyes lit up.

"Where are they? How many are there?!"

The Queen Bee of the Swamp Hornets can enhance the potential of heroes and activate talents. Even heroes that have already activated a talent can activate a second talent!

He has been eyeing this for a long time.

But due to his busy schedule during this period, the collection of Black Dragon Broadleaf Grass progressed slowly, so he had to put it on hold.

I didn't expect this to come alive
"Most of the farm work today was assigned to the Delsa people, so I sent five teams of mud men to search around."

"I actually found a lot of black dragon broadleaf grass in a dark bush."

Bain was also very excited.

As they were talking, a few swamp people who had just come out of the mud approached, each carrying a large cloth bag.

They all placed the cloth bag in front of them and opened it.

Lear looked over curiously.

The leaves of black dragon broadleaf grass are pure black, palm-sized, and have dragon scale-like patterns on them, which is very peculiar.

Bane said cheerfully.

"My Lord, these five bags are all of them!"

"And we've only collected less than one-third of it. If the quantity isn't enough, we can continue collecting!"

Looking at the cloth bag that was half a person's height, Li Er, in a good mood, supported himself with his hands and stood up from the recliner.

"Baine, go get the dragon poop!"

Then he opened the intelligence system again and looked through the last updated intelligence.
[3. The corrupt orcs discovered that using dried black dragon broadleaf grass and mixing it with blood to ignite smoke could make the swamp wasps fall into a coma, but the smoke could only cause a coma for ten minutes. They did not control the time well and suffered heavy casualties. Adding dragon feces can greatly enhance the effect. (2 stars)]

(End of this chapter)