Vol 5 Chapter 12: , After the war...

The battle started fast, and when it ended, it was naturally fast.
The vigorous and vigorous human alliance smashed through the first empire of the sad continent-Fangs in less than three months. And at the end of February, it attacked its capital directly.
However, this quick attack does not seem to bring the ultimate victory to mankind. Long drive straight into the orc aristocracy's misbehavior, has long been doomed to the failure of this war.
After the bloodthirsty soul was broken, the nobles all over Tusk began to encircle and suppress many humans in the original Tusk in the name of revenge. In its name, protect the territory of the motherland.
But in fact, after the death of Clover, the command system of the entire Fang Empire immediately fell into chaos.
Four-leaf clover left no heirs, and the nobles also wanted to occupy a place in this vast land under their own banner.
Who wants to bow his head in the shadow of others? Who wants to give these almost handy cakes to others?
When the four-leaf clover died, it was like a fuse. Although the original unified fang empire still existed, all the orc nobles began to regard themselves as their orthodox successors. Over time, this large empire, which has been unified for hundreds of years, finally disintegrated in the torrent of time and became a small country again, beginning their era of war and cooperation.
Together for a long time will be divided, this seems to be a truth. For the final result of this war, history books naturally use this as the fuse. However, I am afraid that more historians are more willing to push the four-leaf clover king, who insists on going his own way and does not understand the people's sentiments, onto the dock. Declare his kind of excessive behavior and the things that completely angered human beings.
These are nothing but orcs. But for human beings, the losses caused by this war are naturally countless. However, due to the collapse of the orc power, the sporadic orc countries began to demand trade transactions with human countries. Such trading behavior fundamentally stabilized the price difference between Sura and Inel. Despite the heavy losses, for humans and orcs, things are finally going for the better.
but……
During the stormy retreat, the leader of the Bucks Empire, Mudu? Frihus.
The great king coughed constantly, coughing up blood.
The injury he suffered is too serious, too serious...
It was so heavy that he was not only unable to ride a horse, but also impossible to move a little bit.
The king at this moment is like a delicate and fragile glass container sitting in a carriage. Constantly coughing, looking at the filthy blood in his palm, and then feeling the sadness in my heart. Gritting his teeth, could not help but feel sad.
As the King of Bucks, his reign cannot be said to be too long, and it is only six years.
But these six years did not give the king much peace.
Nearly fifty years old, maybe just the most suitable age for a leader. There are many things waiting for the king to do, waiting for him to execute.
Eventually, perhaps, this is the best answer to describe the events of the past few years.
Extinguishing death, grabbing the wind and blowing the sand, begging for the dark deer, conquering the fangs... isn't everything thrilling, enough to weave countless epics to extol?
In just six years, Mu Du discovered that he had actually done so many things. Even more than what some ineffective kings did during their entire life.
As the carriage progressed slowly, Mu Du in the carriage also began to hold his arms, looking at the scenery outside the window with a little pride.
Thinking about it carefully, the brothers fratricide back then are still vividly remembered. I have done a lot of things, some of which are right, and of course I want to come now, which are wrong.
War may never be the best solution. But in his short six years, he has launched so many wars? So... is he a good king?
His complexion is tired, his lips are pale...
Mudu in the carriage thought...
But soon, he gave up thinking. Because these things are not what he is in. He is not good at thinking, just like he is best at fighting, of course.
However, he did not expect that he would be on top of the battle he is best at.
Fight for angels?
Thinking about it now, maybe, it's fighting for myself...
During the march, Mudu bought an officer and took pen and paper. It took him two whole days and two nights to write a final draft, seal it with wax, and knock on the emblem of the Bucks Empire. The king handed this emblem to the officer and ordered that it be handed over to his son.
Then, the human king ordered to stop the army, bathe and change clothes. Putting on a set of more refreshing clothes, he sat back in the carriage in an upright manner.
Looking back on this life, what was done right and wrong...
Some are right, and they are right.
But something is wrong, and also very wrong...
Isn't it true for the rest of your life? Everything is often only discovered at this time, it turned out to be a passing moment.
Perhaps, his own merits cannot be compared to his father.
But I asked myself, I wanted to contribute more to the country, but I never lost to my father.
Let future generations evaluate your own gains and losses. I only hope that the future of the Bucks will be brighter and more glorious...
"Father... Am I... a qualified king...?"
In the middle of the night, Mu Du said such a sentence to the sky full of stars.
And when the soldiers brought food for the king the next day...
Panic and sad emotions filled the entire army at this moment.

Back to the wind-blown army, it was not triumphant applause waiting for them. Because they did not triumph at all.
Feng Chuansha, who had already been notified, had already hung white cloth strips on both sides of the street. All entertainment venues in the city also stopped opening at this moment.
With a sad mood, the king's coffin was slowly carried into the city. Everywhere along the way, all the people held hands with each other, with tears in their eyes, watching the king who ruled a country complete the last part of his life.
For the subjects who are blowing the sand, Mudu may not be regarded as an all-round king.
However, he is definitely a gentle, good king who loves his people like a child.
No one will forget that he made up for the loss of the national treasury by cutting his own expenses when the Bucks were in financial shortage. No one would forget that the king often walked out of the palace when he was a prince, squatting on a step with the commoners, chatting with each other.
The name Frihus, before the stag, means and greed. But after the old king, this surname became glory, and in Mudu's hands, it became sincere.
The coffin enters the imperial city. The mourners consciously stopped outside the royal district. When the prince and princess walked out with red and swollen eyes, but still endured the pain to thank all the civilians present, all the people and soldiers knelt down, bowed their heads, and wept softly.
Jin, with red eyes.
The eleven-year-old "quasi-king" just bit his lip to prevent himself from crying.
But the apricot next to him is not so strong. Although the girl didn't show it very much on the surface, at this moment, she was lying on the coffin and wept bitterly.
People lowered their heads. Gradually left the Imperial City.
No one would bear the heart to force the eleven-year-old prince to show official expressions. Everyone knows that if there is only one person most sad now, it must be the prince.
People left... just to make him cry better.
In a place where there is no one, with his sister, kneeling in front of his father's coffin, venting the accumulated sadness...and pain...
At this moment, the entire Bucks Empire is suffering.
At this moment, the whole wind blowing sand is sad.
The pain of losing a loved one can never be understood until it is truly experienced.
Even under the moonlit night, even the princess who had long thought that she was no longer a "human" and would no longer have human feelings, after hearing this news, she couldn't help but cry in her eyes. Immersed in sorrow...
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In the early morning, the dew has not had time to disappear.
The idiot stood alone in the faint mist of the small bush, taking a deep breath.
He didn't draw his sword like he used to, because he didn't need it.
The only thing he needs now is to let his nerves that have been tense for a long time slowly relax. It was at this moment that the heart that had been suspended for fifteen years was restored to the most relaxed state.
The matter is over...
The physical existence of fangs and the substantial destruction are already foreseeable. Judging from Clover's conversation, he may be the only person who knew Little Bread that day. Now, he is dead.
The death of Clover, the leader of the key organization, of course means that this organization will naturally disintegrate in the end. No matter how bad it is, several of the giants began to quarrel with each other for power in the organization. In any case, the only person who knew the secret of the bread is dead, and now, no one will come to trouble with bread and himself.
(Human kid, you seem to be very happy?)
Dimie opened his pupils wide, looking at the idiot with some contempt.
(I can’t find a reason to be unhappy.)
(Heh! No reason? Then I'll give you a few reasons! The sword angel ran away, and the death angel ran away too! Finally, you finally wiped out the Protoss sequence number two. You should take this opportunity to increase your attack on them! And Not being lazy here!)
The idiot looked at the pupil on the hilt and didn't speak. After listening for a while, he simply ignored the sword, but closed his eyes on his own and exhaled.
He has promised Little Bread, and after killing the four-leaf clover, many actions can be stopped. It is no longer easy to kill. In fact, I carefully imagine that I have been running around because of the key organization in recent years, and I haven't had a good rest at all. Now it's finally empty, and it's time to relax.
(Relax? How are you kid planning to relax? Huh, how about a way to relieve boredom? Go to the street to find girls. Then push different girls every day! Isn't it relaxing enough?!)
The sword said such things as if he was angry. Of course, idiots would not understand these words. After taking a few deep breaths of the morning air again, he turned around, ready to return to such ordinary daily life. Ask the bread to get up in the morning to go to school, and then go to part-time work, earn some money to supplement the household. But, when the idiot grabbed the rope ladder and was about to climb up...
"Xiao Bai? You are so early!"
Looking back, what he saw was not someone else, but Anguish in a white coat. Her fiery red hair looked extremely dazzling in the early morning fog. The mature and body with that white coat really shows a unique charm.
The idiot looked dim, and after a moment, let go. He came to An, looked at the little squirrel holding hazelnuts on top of her head and was hostile to him, and slowly said
"You shouldn't come out so early. You will catch a cold."
Anan laughed when she heard this. She helped her glasses on the bridge of her nose and smiled: "What's the cold? Don't look at me like this. I think my body is getting better and better in the past few years. I used to feel heartache at every turn, but now I almost forget when the last time my heartache was!"
That's what I said, but the idiot still can't mess around. He immediately invited An into his room. It just so happened that Bread had already got up. After seeing An coming in, the girl also raised her hands happily and called out.
"Ah, bread! How are you?"
Bread nodded and jumped beside An.
Die glanced at the nightdress on Bread, and said, "Little girl, you are already fifteen years old. Even in front of your dad, you can't always dress so defenselessly. Be careful~~Maybe you When did my dad become beastly?"
The idiot kept his face dark and did not speak. After looking at the idiot, Bread immediately screamed. After that, the little girl immediately turned around, rushed to the small space enclosed by the curtain, and put on clothes.
The idiot poured out a glass of water and placed it in front of Duan. He sat down, poured himself a glass, and drank slowly.
He drinks slowly and leisurely. He didn't ask An's purpose of coming here today, as if he was not in a hurry at all. Just quietly enjoy this relaxing and cozy morning, savor the first cup of tea after getting up in the morning.
Anan sitting in front of him also picked up the water glass and drank silently. She didn't speak directly either, as if she came to this room and came to this place just to drink a little bit of hot tea......~~~~