Time flowed in the tension of the Great War, and the first/night when tens of thousands of call-up players and natives came to Saint-Ess finally passed

So long, yet so short.

When the morning light pierced the night sky, the sight of the professionals became clearer and clearer, and the accuracy was getting higher and higher, and the fox demonic beasts receded like a tide.

The corpses left behind, the smell of blood wafting through the air, announced that what they had experienced last night was not a dream.

The boiling of war intent and the numbness of death faded, but other emotions burst out of the soul.

As soon as the players relaxed, they felt tired, and after rejoicing, they couldn't help but complain.

"I'm tired!"

"Damn, Lao Paper would rather fight with a well-limbed, simple-minded monster for three days and three nights than fight with this group of dead foxes for another night, it's so torturous."

"Is it true that people die for money, and birds die for food? I'll see how long my partner's death punishment lasts."

"I just want to go back to sleep now, what is merit or not, this girl is not in the mood to worry about it for the time being"

"I feel the same way. ”

However, these complaints quickly faded from players' mouths.

Looking at those Saint-Ess natives, they jumped down from the city tower one by one with expressionless faces, and collected the corpses of their companions seriously and meticulously, even if they knew that those corpses must be incomplete because of the gnawing of the fox clan's demonic beasts, they did not let go of a corner.

Painstakingly searching, trying to piece together the human form of his former companions, and then carefully moving them back into the city.

Obviously none of them showed sadness, and obviously there was not even a red circle under the eyes

Only these aborigines are serious to the point of piety. The onlookers were silenced. An unspeakable discomfort haunted the players, and at this moment, they would rather see these aborigines cry loudly.

Even if, after the Warcraft frenzy flooded, players often saw it. Even yet, there are still players who firmly believe that these NPCs are just a piece of data. But when they saw this scene again, they still couldn't say anything disdainful or do anything indecent.

I could only watch silently and write down the scene firmly.

Is it shock, is it sympathy, is it rejoicing, is it respect?

Maybe both. Maybe neither. But they know a little. His silence is not out of fear of the disparity in force with the aborigines.

They can use this place as a game, they can resurrect when they die, and they can rebuild if they lose their city, but these natives can't.

When they die, they really die. Even if they survive. They may also suffer the death of their friends, loved ones, or even loved ones. Whether it is luckier to die or luckier to survive, no one can say clearly.

The player loses the city, and the mood is mostly angry. Angry at the destruction of several years of hard work, angry at their own lack of strength. But these aborigines have lost their cities, and most of their emotions are at a loss, they are confused, they are helpless, and they are like the grief and desolation of rootless duckweed. How can the hard work of a few years be compared with the hard work of several generations? To put it mildly, the city is shattered, and the player loses only a toy, while the aborigines lose their roots, their culture, and their spirit.

The player's silence at this time is not only out of respect for life, but also a tribute to this era and this plane. How fortunate they are to be born in a peaceful and prosperous world. War is only something that a very small number of people come into contact with, the number of people killed in battle is more like an inconsequential data in the newspaper, serving in the army is only for better welfare and a more decent identity, learning martial arts is only for strengthening the body and gaining honor, being born in comfort and living in peace is already their greatest happiness and luck.

In the past, I heard some old people criticize their group of young people for not knowing how to be blessed in the midst of happiness, and they only felt disdain for some people who caused trouble in order to seek excitement and turmoil for the sake of profit, and those old people who had experienced the war and screamed and sighed bitterly.

In the past, they either casually ridiculed the old people for their old habits and clichés, or they were ambitious to express their opinions, which would have made a great deal of difference if they were in that era...... But when they are really in the midst of war now, they realize their innocence.

They still have the plug-ins given by the system (resurrection, status monitoring, etc.), and they have not really experienced the cruelty of war, and they have not yet experienced the hopelessness of having a tiger in front and no way back, but they have already felt a lot of emotion, realized the fragility and preciousness of life, and felt ashamed of their ignorance and shallowness.

The heart of gratitude beats more vigorously at this moment.

The ignorant soul gradually shines at this moment.

This is the reason why Abel officially supports the release of the bloody game "Plane".

The players who were touched hesitated for a moment and then joined the ranks of collecting the corpses, even ignoring the corpses of high-level magical beasts, or the temptation/confusion of high-level materials.

"Thank you. ”

The natives who didn't say thank you when they were rescued will solemnly thank the player who died when they pass by at this time (of course, the aborigines didn't thank them before, they were just busy returning to the fight). And the players who were grateful just smiled silently, bowed their heads and continued to collect corpses - they are not doing this now to get thanks.

Sheng Yawei was touched when he saw such a scene, but he did not join the corpse operation, but walked to the side of the aboriginal commander.

The tall commander did the same, put away his slightly sad eyes, exchanged a few words with Sheng Yawei in a low voice, and the two flew to the royal court together. While flying, we began to summarize the post-war and discuss the deployment of tomorrow night - the living are always more important than the dead. The dead heroic spirits must prefer to see them fight to save the city, so that their sacrifices will not be in vain, and do not want to see them blindly sad and depressed for their death, and those who survive do not need their pale and powerless comfort.

The casualty statistics and city losses had already come out on the way before Sheng Yawei and the two of them flew to the royal court, and after a touch of sadness crossed the eyes of the tall commander with a gloomy face, he quickly turned into excitement.

Sheng Yawei, who has excellent computing power and has not relaxed his attention to all the sidelines, already had specific numbers in mind long before the data came.

The arrival of reinforcements obviously had a great impact on both the natives of the capital of Saint-Ess and the Fox Clan's Warcraft, perhaps because the local professionals of Saint-Ess were inspired by the reinforcements, maybe because the sudden doubling of the number of enemies disrupted the attack plan of the Fox Clan's Warcraft, or maybe the reinforcements were indeed full of talents - the casualties of Saint-Ess were more than ten percent lower than the previous few days, and the number of foxes and monsters killed in the pit more than doubled. (To be continued.) )