Frisman couldn't understand what Ji Xiaoyan was thinking about. He felt that Ji Xiaoyan's plan made no sense at all, and even thought it would not work at all. But when he looked at the confident expression on Ji Xiaoyan's face,

Friesman couldn't bear to pour cold water on her. After all, whether this letter should be sent to her, whether it would be useful or not, they would still go to the Undead Clan.

Taking action is also inevitable.

So, Frisman followed Ji Xiaoyan's instructions and waited for her to write the letter before sending it directly to the Undead Clan.

Taking advantage of this time, Frisman followed Ji Xiaoyan and saw the countless guards who had sacrificed their lives for Qingcheng together with the many aborigines in Qingcheng. He watched them being placed one by one in the square of the Qingcheng Lord's Palace.

Frisman still couldn't help but feel a little sour pain in his heart. He knew that if the Undead really brought the bone dragon to the battlefield, or if the Undead brought some aborigines to help, maybe the guards of Qingcheng would not

There were so many casualties, so it was understandable that Ji Xiaoyan wanted to officially eliminate the undead tribe from Qingcheng's alliance!

After all, the leader of their undead tribe was reluctant to join Qingcheng at the beginning, so it would be a good time to satisfy them this time.

It is also on this day that the City Lord's Palace Square in Qingcheng is fully opened. All the aborigines and adventurers in Qingcheng can step into the square of the City Lord's Palace to pay homage to the Qingcheng guards who died in battle.

Because of this battle with the fallen demon clan, a very large number of people died in Qingcheng. Therefore, after the aborigines went to the city lord's mansion, the entire Qingcheng fell into a state of grief. Only those adventurers occasionally remained

In the corner, they excitedly boasted about how thrilling and exciting their battle with the fallen demons was!

After asking Chief Qing Gong to arrange for guards to guard the square, Ji Xiaoyan returned to the palace at night and lay on the bed to rest for the night.

When the sun emerged from the sky the next morning, Qingcheng, which had been silent all night, woke up again.

Countless Qingcheng residents and adventurers had spontaneously appeared on the edge of the largest square in Qing City. They all looked seriously at the aborigines of the Elf Tribe, Vine Tribe, Juli Tribe, Muxian Tribe, and Lusi'e Tribe.

, neatly coming from a distance.

They used countless flowers and the most heroic tribesmen to carry the fallen tribesmen, and brought countless natives who came to see them off. They stepped into the square step by step with solemn and proud expressions, and then laid their respective tribesmen one after another.

In it.

In the square at this moment, Manager Qing Gong had ordered people to pile up a lot of firewood neatly overnight, and also arranged for many fire mages to be waiting.

After the aborigines of each race arrived at the square, they began to move firewood, and began to build a platform layer by layer. Then they put the heroes of their tribes on top of each other, and then built a second platform.

Layer, third layer......

It was at this time that all the aborigines in Qingcheng discovered that the wooden towers of the Vine and Elf tribes were low, with only one floor. The Juli tribe had their master too tall, so Ji Xiaoyan asked them to build one by themselves.

Since only two or three aborigines can be placed on each floor of the wooden pagoda, the wooden pagoda of the Juli tribe only has eight floors; the Muxian tribe, like the Lusi'e tribe and the Juli tribe, are all attached to Qingcheng.

The internal forces should have put the aborigines who died in the battle together with the guards of Qingcheng, but Ji Xiaoyan thought that there were too many aboriginals killed and injured in the Muxi tribe this time, and they should also be given the honor they deserve.

, so the Muxian tribe was specifically allowed to build a wooden pagoda by themselves; the Lusi'e tribe and the Qingcheng guards piled up wooden pagodas together, and put their indigenous people who died in the battle together with the Qingcheng guards.

The people of the Yi tribe now belong to the forces rescued by Qingcheng. After Qingyu asked other tribesmen, some people already had ideas and were willing to agree to Qingyu's proposal and attach themselves to Qingcheng. However, at this time, everyone did not

It's easy to say that I had no choice but to follow Ji Xiaoyan's arrangement. In a corner of the square alone, Qingyu led him to build a wooden tower, which was only one layer high!

Not many people from the Wing tribe died.

In the entire square, the tallest wooden tower is from Qingcheng.

The guards of Qing City were placed on each floor of the wooden tower, lying quietly on it as if sleeping. They were sent up the tower layer by layer, and finally stood high in the square, becoming

The most conspicuous existence.

Everyone knows very well that many people died in Qingcheng. These people died fighting for everyone, and they are all heroes!

The little turtle pursed his lips tightly while drinking porridge, and stood together with some aborigines, feeling an urgent desire to become an adventurer again.

In the square, Ji Xiaoyan stood together with the clan leaders of various races, solemnly waiting for the Qingcheng guards to place the last aboriginal who died in the battle on the tower, and then followed the arrangement of Chief Qing Gong and praised him.

After seeing the bravery and achievements of these heroes, when all the people in Qingcheng were excited, they took the torch from the guard beside them and waited for all the fire mages who had been prepared to gather around several seats.

After standing on the wooden tower, Ji Xiaoyan nodded to the clan leaders, took the lead and walked to the tower guarding Qingcheng, and put the torch up.

The patriarchs of each race looked proud and sad. After setting the wooden towers on fire with torches, they stood guard under the wooden towers of their respective clans and watched the fire mages throwing one by one on the wooden towers.

After using his spell to ignite all the higher places, the Elf clan leader sang a tune that no one could understand loudly, causing all the Elf aborigines to join in.

The sound became louder and louder, as the wanton and crazy flames flew towards the sky.

All the indigenous people stared at the patches of fire, watching the indigenous people who died in the battle being swallowed up, and eventually turned into red, as if floating into the sky, turning into streaks of blue smoke...

..

With the sound of "Wow", some of the aborigines couldn't help but burst into tears, and another cry was heard, one after another, and soon they were entangled with the songs of the elves, making the entire Qingcheng atmosphere even more intense.

A little more solemn.

Some of the adventurers who were secretly laughing just now were also infected by this atmosphere. Looking at the firelight all over the sky, they all suppressed the smiles on their faces and became solemn. No one knew about the excitement in their hearts.<

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Ji Xiaoyan, on the other hand, stood in the square with an unpredictable expression, looking at the fire that filled the sky without moving.

Ji Xiaoyan had not thought about sending all the aborigines to the Resurrection Gate to see if they could be resurrected! But she also knew very well that there were too many aborigines who died this time, and Ji Xiaoyan almost didn't need to go there.

Asked, she knew that it was impossible for the Resurrection Sect to agree! Not to mention, even if the Resurrection Sect agreed, they Qingcheng would not have so many resources to resurrect these aborigines.

People from the Elf Tribe, Vine Tribe, Juli Tribe, and Osmanthus Tribe are also very understanding, and even told Ji Xiaoyan that since their tribesmen died fighting for Qingcheng, this in itself is an honor for their tribesmen and races. The Resurrection Gate

Since there is nothing we can do, let Ji Xiaoyan not care about it!

People are bound to die. This is the most tacit statement among the patriarchs of several races.

Therefore, in the end, Ji Xiaoyan stopped mentioning going to the Resurrection Gate, and then discussed with old man Qingya and came up with the idea of ​​burying all the indigenous people who died in the battle beside the moat.

The fire burned for a whole day, and finally began to slowly extinguish before night fell. All the aborigines in Qingcheng did almost nothing during this day, they just stood here in the square

Witness this heroic baptism.

The night gradually became darker, and when the last trace of firelight completely disappeared into the night, the lights were lit in the square. The indigenous people of several races took out jars of various sizes and silently

Walking towards the ashes of the wooden tower, he began to put all the ashes into jars, sealing them full.

After the last bit of ashes was put into the jar, the aborigines of all races lined up neatly in the square. At Ji Xiaoyan's order, the entire sacrificial team slowly moved towards the moat.

Go,

Countless aborigines followed silently, with great momentum and majesty.

This funeral is very solemn and grand for all the aborigines, and it is of extraordinary significance.

Whether they are races with few casualties like the Elf Tribe and Vine Tribe, or races like the Osmanthus Clan that have lost many members, they have gained the recognition and respect of Qingcheng from this funeral. It is not terrible to kill tribesmen in battle.

The most important thing is that they get what they deserve after they die!

However, for the adventurers, after the climax of this funeral has passed, all they can see is probably novelty.

So when Ji Xiaoyan and the others brought the first jar containing the ashes of the aborigines under the moat embankment, countless shocking scenes of the funeral appeared on the game forum, making players in the entire game world pay attention again.

Falling towards Qingcheng, another wave of attention came.

Burying the ashes of these aborigines in the moat is actually very simple.

Following Ji Xiaoyan's instructions, General Manager Qing Gong had someone dig a two-foot-high groove at the lowest point of the embankment outside the moat. The groove was not very deep, but it went around the entire Qingcheng moat.

It’s been a circle!

Ji Xiaoyan walked at the front of the team, holding a jar in his hand, followed by countless aborigines. After they walked around the entire moat, they returned to the starting point, and then Ji Xiaoyan took the

After the first jar was placed into the groove, the others placed the jars next to each other.

The originally empty groove was soon filled with countless jars, densely packed and neatly arranged, just like countless aboriginal soldiers, staring at the city lord's palace in Qingcheng and guarding the city lord's palace in Qingcheng.

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The leader of the Elf clan stood on the embankment of the moat. He looked at the moat for a long time with a hint of sigh and complexity in his eyes. Then he finally said to Ji Xiaoyan: "City Master Ji, your arrangement is indeed very good. Let us all

The aboriginal people have received the honor they deserve, and all of us aboriginal people in the Qingcheng Alliance will belong to Qingcheng from this moment on!"

Ji Xiaoyan suddenly heard what the leader of the Elf clan said, and immediately looked at her slightly strangely, as if he didn't quite understand what she meant.

What does it mean that all the indigenous people of the alliance belong to Qingcheng?

The leader of the Elf Clan smiled with relief on his face, but did not say anything more. After looking at each other with an elder sent by the Vine Clan, he tacitly bowed his hands to Ji Xiaoyan and took all the elves with him.

The aborigines of the Teng and Teng tribes left the moat first and returned to where they lived.

After that, the aborigines of the Juli Tribe, the Muxian Tribe and the Lusi'e Tribe all left with happy and proud smiles. Ji Xiaoyan even heard an accompanying Muxian Tribe aboriginal secretly asking another person:

"If I die in battle in the future, will I be left like this?"

The elder of the Muxian tribe looked at the tribesman who asked the question with a pleased and proud look on his face, his eyes full of smiles.

Ji Xiaoyan had been standing on the moat, watching the aboriginal people of all races leave. After all the adventurers and the aboriginal people in Qingcheng had left, he looked at Di Xiao and the people who had been accompanying the funeral.

People from the Linshu clan,

"Are all your monsters from the Orc tribe ready?"

Di Xiao nodded and motioned to the pillars behind him to take out dozens of jars. With a solemn and somewhat embarrassed look on his face, he said to Ji Xiaoyan: "Although they are just monsters, they are members of our Linshou Clan."

I have a lot of companions..."

"I understand!" Ji Xiaoyan nodded, stepped aside half a step, and said to Di Xiao: "You go!"

Di Xiao nodded and motioned to the tribesmen behind him to carry the jars to the embankment of the moat and put the ashes of the monsters into the groove.

This is the result after Di Xiao hesitated for a long time and came to Ji Xiaoyan to discuss it.

The Orcs did not sacrifice any of the aborigines, but the sacrificed monsters died a lot. If it were just normal times, Di Xiao would not ask Ji Xiaoyan to allow these monsters to enjoy the same rights as other aborigines who died in battle.

However, this time, too many monsters died. Di Xiao hopes that these monsters can also be placed by the moat to prove that they are close to the beast tribe in Qingcheng.

In order to estimate that the natives of other races would be unhappy, Di Xiao and the others disposed of the corpses of these monsters themselves and waited until everyone had left before they dared to appear.

Ji Xiaoyan agrees to all this.
Chapter completed!