"Now, does that thing rely on what does it depend on?"

Thinking back to what happened after the boy was frozen, and thinking back to the smile of the little girl in white before it was erased, the girl's face was not very calm.

Shirokumar stood at the edge of the Qingyue Palace in the domain city, looking at the ant-like battlefield, where ordinary people could not see, wisps of black mist, with absolute evil, gradually rising from the battlefield.

It's a darkness of a lot of negativity.

It is also the grain of crystals.

War.

A cruel noun that usually brings not joy, but constant sorrow, and a perpetuating yoke of hatred.

Players fight for freedom.

In order to survive on their own, the NPCs are fighting at the behest of the higher-ups.

However, the day of the 'restart' is coming, and no one can escape this fate.

Whether it's Shirokumar, or the swordsman Syrdus, they.

So, why do the NPCs fight?

Siders half-knelt behind Hirokumar, his eyes silent, and did not answer Hirokumar's inquiry, but waited indifferently for her next order.

"Invest in the combat power of the tenth to twentieth domains."

Without the slightest hesitation in response to Shirokumar's order, Childus nodded heavily, turned around and stepped into the teleportation array, and passed towards the lower city, because he was the domain master of the fifteen domains.

The war is still going on, and people are dying almost every moment.

Whether it's an NPC or a player.

Today's players can't treat NPCs as ordinary NPCs at all, whether it is the belief in their eyes when they fight, or the insistence on protecting their comrades before they die, it deeply shocks their hearts.

All the players don't understand why NPCs who used to just follow a fixed trajectory have become so human.

Not only that, but some careful players have found that none of these NPCs are duplicates based on their observations, which shows that these NPCs are likely to be like them, with only one life left, and there is no concept of resurrection at all.

However, they only froze for a moment before being killed by the NPC soldiers who took advantage of the situation.

For the first time, players really experienced what cruelty is, and it is a fear that is countless times more cruel than a siege.

But they can't go back, they can't go back.

There is no way back.

All the players know this very well, so they are growing rapidly.

The blue light shone through a trace of trajectory, and the girl dressed in red and white turned into a pure white streamer, with a thin sword whose attributes had been stacked to the extreme, and before the soldier could react, the thin sword took the life of an NPC.

Looking at the NPC's attachment to the domain city before death, the girl just drew her sword indifferently, rushed through the fragments of the NPC's change, and rushed to the next soldier in Xianglu.

It's not that the girl is too cold-blooded, it's just that in the past few days, she has assassinated too many lives with her own hands, from the beginning of her unbearable to now she is numb.

There is no mercy in war.

At first she understood, but could not accept it.

Until a Knights of the Blood Alliance, who had been with her for a long time, paid the price for her innocence.

She just woke up.

Then, incarnate as a martial god.

Bite!

The huge force hit, the girl rolled in the air, adjusted her posture, and subconsciously integrated what she had learned before into the changes in her body, and then stopped, very good, no injury.

Raise your head, raise your sword.

Chieftains.

Long spears, cloth clothes, messy white hair, youth.

The general kicked the ground hard, and the figure suddenly moved, stacking heavy afterimages and galloping towards the girl, his spear sliding tightly against the ground, quickly approaching the girl.

With his right hand stretched back, he grabbed the tail of the gun and trembled.

The tip of the gun was picked up suddenly, the gun was like a rainbow, and the tip turned into a star and shot at the girl.

Dingdingding......

The dense crossfire echoed, and the girl's face did not change at all, her eyes were firmly fixed on the attack of the leader in front of her, and then the thin sword kept catching up.

Rip!

The girl's figure flickered suddenly, as if the strength was insufficient, the young general's eyes lit up, the metal spear in his hand suddenly swirled, his palms rubbed, and with a strong whirling force, a violent explosion sounded towards the towering point of the girl's chest, without the slightest thought of pity and cherishing the jade.

It's a trap!

When the young general clearly saw that the girl bent down abruptly, her footsteps gently supported on the ground, her waist swung slightly, and the whole person swayed leisurely like catkins, he understood that he had fallen into the trap of the other party.

The sword rises.

With a twist of the wrist, the thin sword swung abruptly in the air, but the tip of the sword never left the place, the white light rushed away, and the next second, the girl's figure suddenly appeared within the distance of the other party's hand, and the thin sword stayed on the other party's throat.

In the young general's most obsessed consciousness, a subtle and pleasant voice like a blue bird was gradually passing away from his ears.

Sword skills, sacred swords, light sounds!

The girl exhaled softly, took out a pill and threw it into her mouth, biting it, swallowing it with her saliva, and before she could feel the warming sensation that gradually spread, she rushed with her sword towards the players of the Blood Alliance Knights who had fallen into a bitter battle to help her hold up a battlefield.

In the battlefield, it is not only the soldiers who die, but also many players, some players who have not been skilled, driven by hatred and unwillingness, rush into this chaotic battlefield one after another, there is no neat battle here, only a helpless battle.

Everyone didn't know what to say, and the next second they were facing the player or the soldiers, but they were still fighting.

Smart players will form a team so that they don't get caught on their backs.

Stupid players will also form a team, but will survive by betraying their teammates.

The sky is getting darker, and the war between the player and the soldiers of the domain city is also coming to an end, this war not far from the player's main city, always ends with the arrival of night, probably because there are too many variables in the night war, so both sides are reluctant to fight at night.

"Damn, how long will this fight last!!"

As the soldiers retreated, one of the players sat on the ground with some discouragement, took off his helmet, and slammed it on the ground.

The player's performance was not the only one, and at the moment there were many players who breathed a sigh of relief and were also distraught and put their weapons on the side, falling into a low emotional trough.

"In just three days, the battle damage has reached 800?"

"It's not going to work like this, even if there are follow-up players to make up for it, but those low-level players won't be useful at all!"

"I've got to figure out a way."

In the conference room, several leaders and staff officers gathered together to discuss the current battle situation and the way out for the players.

……

Once, the crystal gave Ye Ran a way, as a sword in the hands of the crystal, constantly hunting players, causing turmoil among players, so as to harvest more darkness.

But Ye Ran instinctively rejected this path.

And now, the young man in white walked on the street, looking at the people who were hurrying around him, his surroundings seemed to fall into an inexplicable and distant air, and the whole person seemed out of place with his surroundings.

The boy strolled, step by step towards his destination, as if the crowd didn't see him, but always subconsciously bypassed him when he walked by.

He walked forward, leaving only a whisper.

"It's ironic."

"This world is in the realm."