Chapter 132 Participate in the war.

The custom of ogres, in the past, in the period when there was no savior and glory, if their companions were killed in battle to avoid waste, their bodies would become snacks and dishes on the companion road.

In fact, they will only choose to eat the bodies of their companions when there is no food.

More than three meters long, more than one meter wide, special black wood coffin, in the huge empty and comfortable coffin, there is only one mark, the mark left by Agron. ( Agron's magic book has gone with Guli.)

On both sides of the mark, there are also some Agmon and other ogres and friends, gifts given to him, including rare magic materials and an ordinary magic letter paper.

The wooden coffin is placed in the empty square behind the palace, which is full of flowers and gifts from the ogre tribe and soldiers. There are also more than a dozen graves in the square, which are built in different places.

The black wooden coffin is three meters long and one meter wide. There are twelve fire rock columns. The wooden coffin is not yet sealed. The high walls around the square have been set up. At this time, rows of wooden shelves have been set up for other ogre people to kneel down to watch the burial ceremony.

At this time, Mullas, in front of the wooden coffin, and a group of ogre sacrifices, all wore sparse bone ornaments and a crown made of some kind of feathers. On Murlas's elderly face, he also drew two crescent lines, just like a savage seen in the Yuming movie.

And Yuming is also dressed like this at this time. Yuming also holds a weapon used to sacrifice to the shaman in his hand. Under the surrounding walls, a row of iron fire basins are arranged, and there are ogre soldiers beside them, throwing the magic creed written by the people into the flame. It is said that this can be transmitted to the depths of the soul of the dead.

Behind Yuming's crowd, there was a group of heroes who came to worship their old friends. They were silent in their own way.

Agmon, who was alone at this time, knelt on the left side of the wooden coffin, holding the fire stick in his hands. His expression was calm and motionless, but the tears flowing in his eyes were still sliding down from his eyes.

The pain of losing my brother is unspeakable.

After waiting for a while, Mullas had been jumping the god. At this time, he walked to Agmond with a serious look. The bone wand in his hand pointed to the fire stick in his arms. Then Agmon slowly stood up and put the fire stick into the wooden coffin.

Unlike other graves, Agron has no corpses and can only replace weapons and relics, so he can only put some gifts from his friends in front of the grave.

At this time, more than a dozen ogre sacrifices and shamans beside Yuming also moved, with six people on each side, and picked up the twelve fire rock column shelves that supported the wooden coffin.

He worked together to lift it to the grave pit dug by himself before Agmon, slowly put it on it a little, leaving some gaps, and then quickly pull out the fire rock columns one by one! Only two were left to support it, and then Mullas and Agmon took them out. Finally, the people and soldiers, each with a handful of soil, were landfilled.

The ceremony lasted all night. It slowly ended when it was almost dawn in the morning. The rain was on the sidelines and the whole process was participated.

"You participated in this grand and tragic funeral ceremony, which improved your reputation in the ogre gravel tribe. + Five thousand prestige!"

Just for this 5,000 reputation? No, it's not, but for the mainland mission triggered by Yuming himself, Yuming has been staying, because many heroic mages on the front line have come back.

"Dear Shadow Shaman Lord Rosta, are you ready to return to the front line?"

Looking at a troll squatting in front of him, dressed as a shaman, on the wooden shelf behind him, and white feathers. In a pair of seemingly treacherous eyes, there is a light yellow light, and his hands are still flowing with colorful magic light. His boring and thin right hand still holds a troll hunter's favorite double blade. Knife, don't think that he is using this guy to cut people. This artifact is an artifact-like exclusive weapon created by the Ahalim craftsman he and Agron.

Hearing that someone called himself, Rosta looked back. The human named Yu Ming, said to be the human assassin who avenged Agron, used soul energy, but it was not evil. This was confirmed by Murras' reputation, but Rosta did not have a good impression on him.

Rosta looked at Yu Ming's respectful expression and replied indifferently, "Yes, my human friend, we are about to fight with the Burning Legion, so I have to rush back."

Yu Ming looked at Rosta respectfully and said, "Then can you take me on the way? I also want to go to the front line to fight and kill those demon pigs!!"

Rosta listened to Yu Ming's words and seemed to be unmoved. He did not answer Yu Ming for a long time, and Yu Ming had been like this, looking at Rosta respectfully.

"Okay, I'll take one with you. Come here."

Rosta finally agreed to Yu Ming's request. After hearing this, Yu Ming quickly stood respectfully next to the squatting Rosta. Rosta directly grabbed Yu Ming with his left hand. The blue light under his feet wrapped the two people in it and dimmed in less than a second. Rosta and Yu Ming had disappeared. In place.

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In an instant, Yu Ming appeared in the cursed land. In the camp of the guard tribe, a troll's tent in front of him was Rosta's territory.

When some trolls and orc soldiers patrolling around saw Rosta, they quickly saluted respectfully. Rosta looked left and right, with some curious rain.

He said indifferently, "Well, human beings, this is the territory of the tribe. The alliance's barracks should go straight to the right and walk for half an hour. If you get lost, ask the patrol soldiers."

Yuming didn't want to get any tasks from him. He saluted, thanked him, and walked straight in the direction pointed by Rosta. Along the way, there were all the figures of high-level troll hunters and warriors, and of course, shamans.

Yuming, a human, suddenly wandered in the territory of the tribe and looked like an assassin, which was naturally very noticeable. Fortunately, before Rosta left, he also gave Yuming a pass token. Although he was always questioned, fortunately he had a token in his hand.

After going in the direction given by Rosta for half an hour, Yu Ming still did not see the human figure. They were all the burly bodies of orcs and tare bulls, or suddenly appeared from nowhere.

Why didn't you see the blood elf? Are you kidding? Blood elves have always hated being neighbors with races such as orcs and tareans. Even if they are reluctant to be neighbors, they will be far apart.

Yu Ming, standing in the middle of the road, looked at the orc barracks around him, and said to himself, "Didn't you say that it would arrive in half an hour? Why didn't I even see the flag of the alliance barracks?"

Just as Yu Ming was about to ask the way, an orc dressed as a shaman suddenly emerged in the orc tent next to him. Seeing Yu Ming, he rushed to Yu Ming excitedly.

"It's you! Rain! My friend! Do you still remember me!?

Looking at this excited orc shaman, Yu Ming was a little stunned and could only shake his head gently.

Seeing that Yuming no longer knew him, the shaman hurriedly said, "Do you remember when you came to Reglom to find the help of the chief? I'm that shaman! My name is Gordo, and you still gave me the essence of the devil's soul. Do you remember it?

The shaman explained so, and Yu Ming slowly remembered that it was indeed him, but Yu Ming didn't expect to meet him here.

Yu Ming asked him respectfully, "So it's you! Ha ha, I want to participate in this war, so I came with Rotas today, but he asked me to go to the league, but I seem to be lost.

Hearing Yu Ming say this, Gordo laughed, patted Yu Ming on the shoulder, and shouted, "My friend! If you don't take good care of your territory and come here to join in the fun, our army is not short of you, a high-level assassin. Go back, my friend, and develop your territory well. If there is still a chance, bring your army.

The momentum and power of the 8th and 9th levels emitted by Yuming made Gordo think that Yuming had entered the high level, but in fact it was only the 6th level.

When Yu Ming heard Gordo say this, he said harshly, "My friend! You're wrong. It doesn't matter whether your army is lacking or not, but I have to eradicate evil. Do you understand!? As for my territory, naturally my adjutant takes care of it. Although I come alone, the devil is the enemy of all races!"

Seeing that Yuming was so resolute, Gordo was also a little serious and said to Yuming, "You're right, my friend. If you want to fight, you don't have to go to the alliance. As long as you are willing to come to our orcs, let you fight happily!"

It suits me! Dealing with the old fried dough sticks of human beings, Yu Ming still prefers the hospitable orcs, and the more hot-blooded race in battle as friends.

Yu Ming simply agreed to Gordo's proposal, and then followed Gordo towards Akaron's tent.

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