The battle has ended. The biggest advantage of fighting in winter is that there is no thick smoke that soars into the sky. It is really difficult to survive in such weather. Without the beacon, there will be no warning messages. The enemy sent cavalry to break through and deliver letters, but who can escape the fleshless knights and skeleton horses? On the snow, Valus' cavalry has the fastest speed.

The commander of the legion walked through the wall, stepping on countless skulls, arm bones, ribs and thigh bones. These were all fallen legion soldiers, which were proof of the enemy's heroic struggle. Through the collapsed wooden wall, he walked into the captured village. Even after breaking the outer wall, the soldiers inside did not give up and gathered together to try to cast a new line of defense with their bodies. They failed and are now dead together.

Valus was strolling in the enemy's pile of corpses, watching the red blood gathering into the pond in the snow, and he wanted to laugh. However, Valus couldn't smile, and his smile required enough facial muscles and skin, as well as the tip of his tongue and teeth. He had no other organs. From the appearance, Valus was a bone stand wearing rusty armor and a tattered red cloak. He didn't try to laugh, but he only got a hollow roar that sounded creepy. From time to time, moans and wails came from the pile of corpses, and sometimes there were low sobs. The enemies did not all die, and many fallen people were just injured. If treated in time, they might be able to survive.

But why did he do this? In the past, the captives captured on the battlefield were an important source of wealth for the legion. But there was no Rome, and there were no slave merchants or markets. But he did not order the soldiers to finish the knife. The cold would become the help of the legion and kill all the survivors. These corpses were of great use, and they poked holes everywhere, which was shattered. The legion commander walked to a pile of unprecedented corpses, pointed at the sky and was held in his arms by the flag-holder soldiers, and never let go until his death. There was an eagle in the center of the red flag that stretched its wings to the limit. This pattern was so familiar that it was heartbreaking. It was a pity that the "people" who looked up at him had no heart.

The Empire Eagle... If Valus could sigh, he might have a sigh on the spot. Rome is still red, and this country is still red. Rome is marked by eagles, and the relief of the eagle flag of the legion is exactly the same as the pattern on the flag.

Are these people our descendants? With such thoughts, Valus has not taken action for a long time and has repeatedly given endless conditions for leniency.

Is it difficult to hand over the treacherous elves? Roman mercy is limited. Valus waited from fallen leaves until it snowed. The information brought back by the scout told him that his opponents were asking for help everywhere. In this case, whether you are Roman descendants or not, go to die.

The cold wind slammed at him with white snow, and the goose-feather-like snowflakes passed through the gap between the bones that were not covered by armor and floated backwards. The general's honorary guard lined up in three rows, and the most trusted centurion Prius was responsible for managing the guard. The centurion was half a position behind the general, highlighting Valus' authority.

The surviving prisoners were concentrated in the middle of the village, kneeling in a row waiting for the general to take the lead. There were young people and old people, many of whom were not wearing armor or weapons. Valus knew that this was the captured villagers.

Look at these savages, look at them. Publius Quinctirius Valus, the governor of Germania, commander of the Fourth Legion. He has many similar honorable titles, and now he has returned to smoke and dust with the destruction of the empire.

Rome had a code of war, and even if the enemy refused to surrender, it was not encouraged to kill prisoners after the war. The Roman legion was a glorious conqueror, crushing the iron fist of the barbarians. It was also a notorious slave trader, breaking up countless families, selling her husband, wife, and crying helpless children.

What should I do with you? Two dark green phosphorus fires floated in the hollow sockets of the skeleton. Valus could see his appearance clearly through the captain's eyes. The captains lowered their heads and shook involuntarily, perhaps because of the temperature or because they were staring at the undead.

There was only one old man who dared to look at Valus in front of his eyes. The commander of the Legion thought he had the courage, but he destroyed this impression as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Please let this child go." The old man frowned and seemed to want to cry. Perhaps the cold had frozen his face.

Let it go? Oh, it turns out that the old man refers to a little boy curled up in his hand.

The Romans did like children, both men and women, and Valust turned around and happened to meet the centurion he admired the most.

"Kill them all, use a rope." The commander of the legion told his subordinates.

Four balls of phosphorus fire reflected each other's pale bones, and the centurion nodded.

Pulius would strongly oppose it, protesting that murdering the elderly and children was "unhappy". Now this man did not say a word, and just led the guards to pounce on the prisoners, completely unresponsive to begging for mercy and crying.

To be honest, Valus was very disappointed. Not all his subordinates were resurrected from death and preserved their original character. Many people became taciturn and did not like to express their feelings more than a mule. Valus went faster and faster, intending to get rid of the prisoner's sob before his death. His temper and character were successfully resurrected, but he was trapped in this skeleton shelf that could not express his expression. It was really embarrassing him.

"Governor." A female elf walked out from behind the pile of corpses and bowed to Valus with his right hand covering his heart.

It is quite awkward to hear women talk about men's tone and use men's etiquette. Compared to his skeleton, female elf is more abominable. The nose is the first part to rot, followed by eyelids. The eyeballs that have lost their restraints protrude outward and may break out of their eye sockets at any time. Every time the female elf opens her mouth, Valus is forced to look at the rotten teeth and the tongue that has turned into a dark purple.

Other parts can be covered by clothes and cannot be seen directly above the neck.

"Qasimodo." The governor and commander of the legion stopped and faced with the elves.

"Your magic cannot stop the body from rotting, and the soulless body is just a corpse after all." Valus was not capable of sighing, and could only listen to his empty and emotional words drifting away with the wind.

"Maybe, Governor." The Ranger passed by the general and walked towards the dead captives. Every resurrected person lost something, and to Vasimodo, he lost politeness and enthusiasm. Valus remembered that the slightly fat and bald middle-aged mage smiled every day, and even said thank you to the slaves.

The female elf pointed at the dead man on the ground and gestured complicatedly, and the words she read were unintelligible. Even Valus was a monster who had resurrected from the dead, and could not understand the spell. However, he knew what the effect was. After the prisoners twitched violently, they stood up one by one, including the little boy.

This is Valus's undead legion. No matter how many times the enemy defeated his soldiers, the soldiers could always find new bodies and return to the world again. The Fourth Legion was invincible, and Valus vowed that as long as he "live" for one day, Rome would reign over the land again.

Before this, you must cut the Star Song to pieces into pieces.
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