The black dragon, which had regained its original form, lay on the ground, feeling that its eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, because it was indeed almost impossible to resist the instinct of the body.

If it weren't for the tingling sensation in his brain that had been stimulating him, Cervantes felt that he would have fallen asleep a long time ago.

Now he is not only physically exhausted, but also has a lot of wounds on his body, all of which were caused by him before he unfolded the [Legendary Posture], and then returned to normal when he broke off the soldiers and knights under his command, and his tired body naturally couldn't resist the weapons and spells of those demons.

But he didn't die in the abyss, and now he only felt tired because of exhaustion.

The maid got down from the dragon's back, and when she saw the black dragon's appearance, she couldn't help but feel soft, and snorted lightly and said, "I'll clean you up when you wake up!"

Cervantes couldn't laugh because he was already asleep.

Serena touched the black dragon's soot-stained scales and laughed softly.

Then she let go of her relaxed mood and turned back to look at the knights and soldiers of the Sad Wind Collar.

The knight, covered in blood, took off his helmet and stood with the soldiers, the maid looked at the remaining soldiers, took a deep breath, and bowed in apology.

"I'm sorry!"

In the suspicious eyes of the knights and soldiers, the head maid of the Grief Wind family smiled bitterly: "Everything is because of Cervantes' playfulness, which led to all this, in fact, he could have prevented this abyss gate from opening before, but ...... I'm sorry!"

The knights and soldiers looked at each other, and then one of the knights suddenly grinned, shook his head and said: "Actually, you don't need to apologize, Lord Maid, we have heard it before, those demons opened the door of the abyss in order to set up a conspiracy against our Sorrowful Wind Leader, because the master died, and many things will follow." The Lord had reassembled us knights and talked about it. If it doesn't succeed this time, there will be a next time, so it's better to directly beat them this time, and if they are miserable, they won't dare to violate our Sad Wind Collar!"

"Actually, you don't have to apologize, Lord Maid, we have long thought of the day when we officially became knights more than ten years ago, and the rules you have set up are not very good, Master Maid, since you have long known that your family can be treated and nurtured, Old Foster and Estel will definitely not have the slightest complaint against you and Lord Duke! Moreover, this is also our sad wind leader!" the other knight also smiled heartily.

Serena bit her lower lip and remained silent.

Of the six knights who followed Cervantes in the Black Forest, two of them had their bones and armor lying next to them, and only half of the more than four hundred soldiers were still alive, and the remaining half could not even bring back their bodies, but they all had smiles on their faces, and their appearance overwhelmed the extremely clever head maid.

There were thousands of thoughts in my heart, and there should have been a thousand words, but when it came to my mouth, it became a sentence: "Thank you!"

The word sounded so empty to Serena, but the mere word 'thank you' brought even warmer smiles to the faces of the soldiers.

Then the knight and the soldier suddenly became solemn, closed their eyes, and tapped their fists lightly on their chests.

"God bless the Sorrowful Wind Leader, may your souls find their way back, and not fall into the abyss or hell. ”

There is no elegant rhetoric, handed down from generation to generation, and the simple remembrance of hundreds of years ago was read from the mouths of knights and soldiers.

At this moment, Serena suddenly felt that she and Cervantes were still 'outsiders' to this sad wind leader.

Tears of guilt continued to fall, and Serena pursed her lips and recited with them: "God bless the Sorrowful Wind Leader, may your souls find their way back, and not fall into the abyss, not into hell." ”

This is the most sincere blessing to the deceased, with admiration and gratitude......

"God bless the Sorrowful Wind Leader, may your souls find their way back, and not fall into the abyss, not into hell......"

The maid turned her head in surprise and saw the tired Cervantes standing beside her in human form, and the knights opened their eyes in surprise and smiled slightly.

Cervantes closed his eyes and said tiredly: "I remember they seemed to have said this at their father's funeral......"

“...... You're pretending to be asleep, aren't you?"

Cervantes was silent, because this time he was really asleep, just standing.

The knight and the soldier saluted Cervantes solemnly, all bowed their heads, and one of the knights said: "The Duke has never given up on anyone's life, although his indulgence has opened the door to the abyss, but he also let all those who are still alive come back alive when he retreats, and the duty of knights and soldiers is to fight and then die." We have never held a grudge against the Duke, and even if we were, it is now gone. ”

"Well, then, it's time for us to take our leave, and it's time to take Old Foster and Esther home. ”

The knight, along with his comrades and his soldiers, straightened up and carried the bodies of the two knights away.

The demonic beasts around them had all been slain by the adventurers, and they gathered around to watch, and the knights and soldiers drove them away, leaving only the black dragon and the maid still standing in place.

The knight's words were light, but the common sense from the traverser's part continued to stimulate the maid's mind, but now she could only glare at the black dragon fiercely.

The idea of being independent is the foundation that makes her stand in this world, but this is also a defect, and she doesn't want to correct it, otherwise she would be no different from the people in this world.

Belief in gods cannot bring everything, relying on gods cannot create a good life, and mortals can only rely on themselves.

'The lord rules the body, and the gods guide the soul'—but for mortals, it only makes sense when they have a body.

When the gods fall to the mortal world, the kingdom of God no longer exists, and only the most devout believers can be led by the gods to the holy city and become the Holy Spirit who serves the gods.

She didn't want to be one of the 'beings', because the gods could only lead people to good, but they could not create a good life, and the gods meant nothing to her!

She used the common sense of the other world to warn herself not to submit to the power of the gods, but it also made it difficult for her to accept 'this time'.

The head maid of the Sad Wind family looked at her master with a complicated expression, and she had already made up her mind in her heart, she must take good care of this stupid dragon in the future, and don't let him cause trouble everywhere again, this time the Sad Wind Leader was almost destroyed, and the brave knights and soldiers withstood the demon army that had not yet fully launched the military formation, if the demons poured into the Slo Mendes Continent, they really had no chance of winning.

After all, the gate of the abyss is only so big, and the ones who rush to the front are either berserk demons or low-level demons, and those low-level demons who will only rush up have no chance of winning in front of the battle-hardened soldiers, and the berserk demons are not much left after the knight's charge and the trampling of the war horses because of their obvious goals, and then there are powerful standard-bearers, in front of these soldiers, the demon's numerical advantage cannot be exerted at all.

The maid stamped her foot hatefully, then turned away.

Although the results of this battle were brilliant, this battle could have been avoided in the first place - all because of this stupid dragon!

Although the maid also knew that in the old duke's more than 900 years of life, there were not many things that could be written into the family history of the Sad Wind family, but each one of them was enough to become a 'legend' and be sung by people.

The octopus face wanted to take revenge on the Stormcollar after the death of the old duke, because its enemies were too powerful, so it only dared to take revenge on his family after the death of its enemies.

Otherwise, with the strength of only two legends in the [Spiritual Prison], it would be a self-defeating battle against a 'Holy One in the World' who was promoted a hundred years ago.

If it weren't for the old duke's stubbornness, he wouldn't have died suddenly before the end of his life, and if he was willing to become a demigod, all the problems would have been solved......

The maid sighed, turned around and ordered a few soldiers to keep watch by Cervantes' side, the stupid dragon was defenseless now, and if someone a little crazy wanted to slay the dragon at this time, then he would definitely be able to get the title of 'Dragon Slayer'.

"That stupid dragon, it's stupid enough......"