Night, God of War sentry.

In half a day, the soldiers had collected all the spoils and buried the bodies of their comrades. Now, a huge bonfire was lit in the sentry square, and a party to celebrate the victory was being held.

The souls of those soldiers who died in battle will be saved in the post and wait for the opportunity to be resurrected.

Their usual way of resurrection is to devote themselves to a baby born in the fortress. In each post and the silver fortress, there are a large number of ordinary people who will have children. Some soldiers are in love and will have children, and their children are the place where the soldiers are reborn.

Of course, the number is limited, and it must be taken turns based on the specific contributions before your lifetime.

Since this is the case, the soldiers were not very sad, and everyone was enjoying the joy of victory.

Next to a small bonfire in the square, the elf warrior Thoreau did not roast the purified terrain demon dragon meat like other warriors. He was holding a small notebook in his hand and was writing something in the light of a fire.

He was very lucky in this battle. He suffered only some minor injuries, but he killed two giants with his own hands. This was a first-class credit in the post. When distributing the Force, his Force not only paid off the power distributed before the war, but also promoted his power to the middle of the legend.

In the post, his power was already waiting for the upper and lower level, and he also obtained the ownership of half of the giant's corpse.

He walked over and sat beside him, and came with a husky and familiar voice: "What are you writing?"

It was Montalie, Thoreau smiled slightly, spread the book a little for her to read it herself.

"In a dark and gloomy world, the light of the God of War is like a sharp sword, piercing the darkness. It is the war record of my clan. How can you write this?" Montalie looked at this tribe with great appreciation.

"It's just a hobby." Thoreau took a skewer of roasted dragon meat handed over by Montalie, took a bite, chewing heavily on the flexible tendons in the rough dragon meat. The gravy oozed out, making his mouth feel slightly numb. When he swallowed the dragon meat that he had finally chewed, he felt a hot warm current flowing into his limbs and bones. The fatigue of fighting during the day was wiped out, and even the wound was slightly numb and itchy, which was a sign of rapid healing.

"Although this meat is not delicious, it contains powerful energy, and I feel that my whole body is about to explode." Thoreau said.

"Haha, there are probably many soldiers who can't sleep tonight." Montalie glanced at the soldiers in the square, her emerald green eyes were filled with colorful lights and charming charm. Thoreau's heart was waving.

He did not restrain his mind, and naturally put his hand on the female elf's waist. The female elf did not refuse and leaned in his arms.

"I don't know how long our post can last." Montalie still has a strong sense of uncertainty about the future. The location of this post is too far ahead. It is the westernmost end of the entire natural divine purification area. As long as there is war, this is the first place to be burned.

It’s nothing to do once or twice, but after a long time, you will definitely not be able to hold on. It’s like a reef blocking a surging river that can block a river for one year or two years, but for a hundred years, the reef will always be knocked down by the river.

In fact, this is not just the concern of the female elf. Most of the warriors who followed the orc William this time had similar thoughts in their hearts. Although today's battle was won, what about the future? Will it be possible to win in the future? It's difficult!

But Thoreau did not think this way. He was much more optimistic and smiled and said, "That's not necessarily. We can't always be a small poster here. Since the Lord can build a poster in a month, why can't we build a medium poster, a large poster, or even a fortress?"

"Fortress?" Montalie's eyes widened.

"Well, fortress. This is not my feeling. It is my observation. You see, we are all celebrating now, but have you seen the Lord?" asked Thoreau.

"Aren't he drinking with William?" Montalie pointed to a figure in the middle of the square.

"That's just a powerless incarnation. The Lord's true power and mind are not here at all. Look at the workshop, they are all running. Have you seen those giant corpses?"

"Not noticed." Montalie shook her head.

"Most of them have been dealt with. It is estimated that a large part of them have been broken down into raw materials, and may become our armor and weapons soon. Look. Even if we have just won a big victory, even if it is time for us to rest and have fun, the Lord is still slacking off to improve the power of the post. If you look at the warriors in the post who have been following the Lord, can you see a trace of concern about the future in their faces?"

"No." Montalie shook her head. The old soldiers worshiped the lord very much, and could tell it out of their tone.

"So I believe that this God of War sentry will have a bright future!" Thoreau's tone was very affirmative.

"The diligent sentry lord is everywhere." Montalie retorted.

"But there are not many diligent and talented lords. You have to work hard to achieve results by using the right direction. On the contrary, I am wasting my time. My original commander was a diligent person. Unfortunately, he is not good at commanding, so you can see it too." Thoreau smiled.

Montalie was convinced, and she felt much lighter: "I have already started to look forward to it after hearing what you said."

"It will be brilliant here, I firmly believe in this. So I will start writing the war now, and in the future, this may make me a lot of money, haha." Thoreau smiled complacently.

Silver Fortress.

Alan suddenly felt a huge force coming from the void. He was shocked. After careful perception, she was happy again and said to herself: "Rolin, you did not disappoint me."

She calmed down into the core of the Force of the Silver Fortress, and carefully sensed the Force sent by the God of War sentry this time.

The Force is pure, but the purification of the Force is based on Alan's divine talisman, so each purified Force has a divine talisman mark. With these subtle marks, Alan can invert specific results.

After a while, Allen smiled on his face: "Three hundred and twenty-three iron-eating giants, and a terrain demon dragon. Then the iron-eating giants that attacked at the beginning were at least five hundred, plus the abyss giant beasts, which is equivalent to the attack power of a thousand-person army."

A thousand-man legion was still repelled. After winning the battle, it was enough to completely gain so much force.

She knew that Gorenson of the God of War sentry had been recruiting in the fortress for many days, but she had gained little. She had never found an effective way to help before, but now, she could push her back heavily.

After finding his fortress manager, Allen said casually: "I just got the news that the westernmost God of War sentry repelled the attack of the Dark Legion, gained a large amount of force, and won a very rare victory."

The headmaster listened quietly, and he could feel the coalition commander in front of him in a very happy mood.

"It takes great courage and outstanding talent to be able to successfully establish a post in the west. Now that I have won such a great victory, as the commander of the coalition forces, I must give a reward. Do you think, my general manager?"

"It's true. The God of War sentry opened up the new frontier, which is a great merit!" The general manager nodded seriously, which included flattering Allen, but he did have the same idea. Many demigods led their teams to the west to explore the territory, but they mostly failed. Now one of them succeeded, which is really rare.

"So now I announce that from today onwards, the force paid by the fortress at the fortress regularly will drop by 3 percentage points, only two percent. Then the eastward, the proportion will slowly increase until 8%. As for how to increase the intermediate link, you write me a document. If I have seen that there is no problem, it will be implemented as follows!" Allen said.

"Yes!" the supervisor nodded. He knew that if he wanted to conquer the crimson land, he had to move westward. The demigod who had moved westward had no special rewards, so the positions of the posts were blooming on all sides.

There are enough guard posts around now, and the strategic depth of the fortress is enough, but it cannot continue so casually.

Of course, the natural god system will not obviously want to destroy members and do something. Even if they want members to go west to explore the new frontier, they will leave room for choice.

Those who are willing to pay a high-rate Force can set up posts in relatively safe places. Those who take the initiative to explore the border in the west can enjoy preferential treatment.

Although there is not a big gap between 8% and 2%, the middle is carefully calculated, and the 8% Force is paid and the various post maintenance fees are deducted. The speed of this post will be greatly restricted and you can basically stand still. If 2%, the post development will be basically unaffected.

The document was quickly drafted and sent to Allen. Allen read it and changed a few details a little, and the document was posted on the fortress public notice board.

As soon as this document was released, the entire fortress was in an uproar. People did not respond much to the reform of paying the Force. The biggest thing was that the God of War sentry actually withstood the offensive of the Dark Legion!

What does this mean? It means that the lord of the God of War sentry is definitely talented and stubborn. Although he will take great risks with him, he may have a bright future in the future.

The victory this time was extremely heavy, so heavy that many people changed their views on the God of War sentry.

For a time, many soldiers who were determined to make achievements and gain a great future looked at the God of War post. Gorenson, who had been sitting on the bench in the corner of the fortress square for many days, suddenly became busy.

Gorenson also saw the announcement and was no stranger to the current situation. He was both glad and proud in his heart: "The Lord is indeed not an ordinary person. I did not read the wrong person. Now I have hope of promotion."

This time, in just three days, he had enough more than 300 men, including thirty craftsmen.

With these people and eager to know the specific situation of the post, Gorenson left the Silver Fortress and rushed back to the God of War sentry day and night.

At the God of War Post, Rollin has begun to stare at the withered plain where the iron-eating giant lives. (To be continued.)

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