Chapter 28

“Come on, you guys are the best!”

“I’m actually a little touched. It’s so good to be young!”

“Yeah, it reminds me of when I was young.”

“I really want to be like them. I want to go all out for the people I love.”

“Yeah, I’m so envious.”

“I heard that they went to the battlefield because of the person they liked. When the country and the nation were in danger, as the Prince of a country, he could actually disregard his own safety and go to the front line personally. Aren’t such people better than those men who usually only know how to say pretty words and run faster than anyone else when they really encounter something?”

“It is a blessing to like such a person.”

“Yeah, when I was young, I also chased after celebrities.”

“What a pity. It was only later that I found out how terrible they were after they left the spotlight.”

“I’ve seen many celebrities who fell because they take drugs, evade taxes, rape others, be racist, and other various reasons.”

“This is the first time I’ve seen someone who took the initiative to rush to the front line when the country was in danger.”

“If I wasn’t so old, even I would have wanted to chase after celebrities!”

Many people outside the circle were moved. All kinds of comments spread to the forum, forming a new topic for discussion.

The difference was that this time, people were very calm.

There was no eagerness to snatch the headlines, nor did they take credit for the trending searches.

Everyone was only discussing calmly with friendly teasing, but this topic was continued for a long time and was active on the first few pages of the forum.

The male players were especially silent this time.

In the past, when they fought bosses and explored maps, the male players were always the ones who charged forward.

However, when they thought about it carefully, there was not a time where it was not for fame and benefits.

When there was no profit to be made, the male players chose to stand aside.

They felt that there was no turning back. It was impossible for them to defeat the Abyssal Demon Spiders so they directly chose to give up.

There were even people who were looking for the next game and exchanging contact information with each other.

At this time, the actions of the female players were like a slap in the face to the male players.

Their optimism, persistence, and unswerving loyalty were both touching and shameful.

More and more male players quietly put down their cigarettes and the wine in their cups.

They left the tavern and pushed away from the noisy crowd.

They took out their battle armors, picked up their battle-axes, and silently walked towards the North.

It was just a game, how could they be looked down upon by others.

At most, they would just die.

They had originally wanted to give up on this game. It was not bad to see the power of the Abyss before they died.

Death in the game would not really cause death, but it was not without any punishment.

The first death would cost 3% of the current experience, and the penalty of the second death would double.

If one died more than three times within a month, their equipment would start to disappear randomly.

The more frequent the death, the greater the chance of losing equipment.

There was a saying among players that they would hunt and kill people, and by killing a character multiple times, their equipment would drop. It was called ‘clearing’.

Those who were completely cleared were considered ‘dead’.

They would immediately delete their accounts and replay.

Even if they did not delete their accounts, there was nothing left for them to miss.

If they reregistered, they could start over again.

The players were mentally prepared to be cleared of their names by the monsters, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

More and more male players walked out of the tavern and gathered on the streets, forming a torrent that surged up to the north.

When they left the city, there were fruits and snacks placed along the street by the common people.

The players were not in the mood to eat at first, nor did they have the pride to eat.

Until a stout man walked to a table, poured out the food in his bowl, poured out a bowl of wine, and downed it in one gulp.

Touching his chest, he seemed to be not satisfied and poured out another bowl.

After drinking three bowls in a row, the man fiercely threw the bowl on the ground and cursed loudly.

“Damn it, as long as we are still here, we can’t let them get past! Listen up, Old and Young Masters. As long as I, Old Hu, am not dead, the little b*stards of the Abyss won’t be able to come over!”

“Well said!”

Someone behind him cheered loudly.

Then, he followed suit and drank three bowls of wine in a row, fiercely throwing the bowl on the ground.

This was a custom from the far East.

The game world was set in medieval Europe. The natives could not understand why they did not use wine glasses and even threw the bowls after drinking.

Nonetheless, it did not prevent people from understanding this kind of tragedy, this kind of spirit of facing death with ease.

People came forward one after another, drinking wine, throwing bowls, and striding to the battlefield.

The atmosphere was very solemn, but it was a bit of a waste of bowls.

The old king watched all of this in silence. He quietly called for his servants and pulled over a cart full of bowls to be prepared.

The old king knew that these transmigrators must have been stimulated by something, which caused their attitude to suddenly change and want to live and forget with the human race.

Their strength might not be high, but they have the ability to revive from the dead, so they could still play the role of a soldier on the battlefield.

Moreover, Walter had already gone to the front line. With every extra bit of strength, Walter would be safer.

From the first person out of the city to the last broken wine bowl.

A total of 100,000 people stepped out of the city gate.

This was only the North gate.

The previous female Priest corps and those who saw that there were many people here, and those who transferred to other gates, were not counted yet.

The old king prayed silently as he watched the people leave.

The Supreme God had done everything he could.

These 100,000 transmigrators were their last strength.

The situation on the battlefield was not optimistic.

Whether or not the 100,000 people could support the backbone of the human world depended on how much they could contribute.

In the North, where the humans and Elves intersected, there was a jade-green forest.

The originally dense forest had been razed to the ground.

Among the broken trees, there were countless corpses.

There were humans and Elves.

Only from a very far distance could one see the corpse of a Demonized Spider. Most of it was badly damaged.

The traces of broken weapons and magic on it indicated that there was at least a small team of human troops fighting against this monster.

After paying an extremely heavy price, the spider was killed.

Although the humans and Elves had joined hands, they were still at an absolute disadvantage against the Abyssal Demon Spiders

They did not even have time to clean up the corpses on the ground before they rushed to the next battlefield.

The living was always more important than the dead.

If one minute was delayed here, another team might be destroyed there.

No one wanted their reinforcements to be late because they were collecting the corpses, resulting in their own death.

Everyone was grieving, but they forcefully suppressed their grief.

This was the price they had to pay.

At this moment, a huge shadow streaked across the sky.

Along with a loud dragon’s roar that resounded through the sky and earth, it was as if a sharp sword had cut through the sky. The entire battlefield’s sky seemed to have cleared up.

People knew.

The youngest Sword Saint on the continent, the strongest human.

The God Slayer, Walter Kane, had arrived!