The pitiful amount of EXP that entered his account was no longer enough to attract Yeye's attention.
He looked at the blood that was still dripping from the tip of his sword and couldn't help but tremble.
Killing demons and magic beasts gave people a completely different feeling from killing people.
Even though Yeye had already mentally prepared himself when he participated in this war mission, his heart was still shaken when he personally killed an old woman who had rushed up to him …
It would be fine if she was a soldier.
But this was an old woman.
An old woman who was old enough to be his grandmother!
Even though he knew that he was in a game, his five senses that were completely immersed in reality and the education that he received over the years still shocked and stimulated this young man who was only 15 or 16 years old in the real world …
"Big Brother Gale …"
"They … they don't seem to be soldiers …"
The young man's voice was trembling.
"I know …"
Gale's deep voice came from the side.
This forthright warrior player looked at the clothes that were dropped after he killed the enemy, and the excitement on his face had long disappeared. Instead, it was replaced by a solemn expression.
Although he wasn't at a loss like Yeye, he was still in a heavy mood at this moment.
Elven Nation had been in operation for more than a year in the real world and for nearly five years in the game.
In these countless days and nights, the players no longer treated this as a game for leisure and entertainment. They also no longer treated the lively and interesting NPCs as groups of pure data.
This was especially true for the veteran players.
They would form bonds with the NPCs because of their good relationship with the NPCs. They would also become close friends with the NPCs, and they would even fall in love with each other with the NPCs …
If not for the fact that the game didn't have a dating system, there would be many players who became partners with the NPCs.
Perhaps it was laughable in the eyes of ordinary people, and perhaps it was ridiculous in the eyes of those who were in the real world.
However, only the players who were immersed in the game understood that Elven Nation … was no longer an ordinary game for them.
This was another home for them.
An irreplaceable spiritual harbor.
Unknowingly, no veteran players would treat the game characters the same way they treated the NPCs in other games.
Every game character here had their own stories, and each of them was a lively existence.
Even if the other party was an enemy.
The old orc shaman who fought alone to the very end for the Horde, the Lionheart King Imsh who died standing with his last drop of blood, the half-elf Orloss who fell into darkness for the sake of the Goddess …
They had left a deep impression on the players.
There were too many similar NPCs in the game. Every NPC had countless stories behind them. Some were touching, and some made people sigh.
It was also because of this that when they discovered the true identity of the soldiers attacking the city, even if they were facing an adult like the Gale Bar, their hearts couldn't help but turn heavy …
Everything that happened in Elven Nation had a reason.
Not only was there a reason, but there would also be corresponding karma.
The people besieging the city were not created out of thin air like in other games. Instead, they were part of the game's ecosystem.
They must have their own families and lives in the game.
Their life and death would inevitably have a corresponding impact.
Because of this, it was hard not to think of the story behind the Gale Bar.
If they were soldiers, then so be it. The moment they became soldiers, they should have been prepared to die in battle.
However, these people were obviously not soldiers.
"They should be villagers from the nearby villages … and they are all old, weak, sick, and disabled …"
Looking at the clothes and appearances of the soldiers attacking the city, the elf warrior sighed slightly.
"Villagers … Why are they attacking the city? Are they believers who have been bewitched by evil gods? Or are their minds being controlled?! "
Yeye asked.
After knowing the identities of these people, he felt that it would be difficult for him to raise his sword against them.
The young boy quickly put away his weapon and activated his skill [Eye of Faith].
When the Eye of Faith was activated, Yeye instantly saw the light of faith of the civilians. However, it wasn't the red light of the heretics. Instead, it was the white light of the non-believers.
Only some of the red light had a hint of pride in it. It was the faith of the righteous gods and not the dark and gloomy followers of evil gods.
"They are not followers of evil gods …"
The young boy murmured.
He didn't stop and continued to cast the Life Divine Spell to purify the souls of the "soldiers" who were still climbing up the city wall. This was a skill that he had learned after becoming a shaman.
However, after the purifying light passed, the civilians attacking the city still didn't react.
They were still charging toward the players in a frenzy with despair and fear on their faces. They died in a rather tragic, rather comical, and rather pitiful way.
As they weren't Transcendents, they couldn't even touch the sleeves of the players.
"They are not followers of evil gods and their minds aren't being controlled. Why do they still want to die?"
Yeye said in a daze.
"Stop daydreaming and continue to fight! I'm afraid that the imperial army is trying to shake us! "
Zephyr reminded from the side.
Although his face was gloomy, he didn't stop fighting.
Looking at the civilians falling under the blade of the elf warrior one after another, Yeye's eyes flashed with a hint of unfamiliarity and confusion.
"Brother Zephyr, isn't our mission to save the civilians and spread the faith of the goddess? Why … "
"Because this is war."
Zephyr sighed silently.
"In war, there is no good or evil. Since they chose to resist, they are our enemies.
Not to mention that this is a game. "
He said.
However, it sounded more like he was talking to himself.
After taking a deep breath, the elf warrior looked at Yeye and said,
"If you can't get used to it, you can retire and do logistics. The war in 'Elven Nation' is indeed a little hardcore, but … war is just that cruel.
I know you're upset, but don't worry … this is only temporary. You'll feel much better after you quit the game. "
Yeye opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.
However, before he could speak, the girl Nainai, who had been silent all this while, spoke first.
"I can't do it. I'm going to rest."
After she finished speaking, she turned and walked down the city wall.
Yeye paused for a moment and hurriedly chased after her. However, after a few steps, his attention was attracted by the voices of a few militia.
"Grandpa Hans, Grandpa Hans, calm down! Calm down! I'm Fayne! "
A human youth who looked to be in his twenties was holding an old man with white hair. He looked anxious, and the old man's eyes were red as he kept struggling …
Yeye knew this youth named Fayne.
It was said that he was originally a villager in a nearby village. After his parents passed away, he chose to come to Augus City to make a living. Then, he encountered a war and was recruited by the Maple Kingdom as a soldier.
However, after the players conquered the city, he quickly converted to the faith of the Goddess under the propaganda of the players and became a devout believer. He even volunteered to help the players defend the city …
Yeye even received help from him once. When he and Nainai were shopping in Augus City, they couldn't find a blacksmith. At that time, he was the one who helped lead the way, and he was very enthusiastic.
"Kill me! Let me die! Let me die! Kill me! Let me die! "
The old man in the youth's arms kept struggling. His voice was hoarse, and his expression was filled with despair.
It was obvious that this was a "soldier" who had just climbed up the city wall.
"Why? Why are you doing this? Calm down! You still have Sabina and Marcus! "
The youth Fayne persuaded.
Hearing this, the old man immediately burst into tears.
"Dead! Sabina has been killed by them! If I don't die … Marcus will be killed by them too … "
"Ahhh … Kill me! Little Fayne, I beg you, let me die! Let me die! Only then can little Marcus live! "
Looking at the crying old man and the panicking youth, Yeye widened his eyes, not knowing what to do.
At this moment, a player in godly equipment suddenly appeared behind the old man.
He pointed at the old man and silently chanted a spell, causing the old man to fall asleep.
It was the all-star Can.
"Brother Can!"
Yeye instinctively called out.
The all-star Can glanced at him and nodded, then turned his attention back to the old man.
He lifted the old man's sleeve, glanced at the old man's wrist, and frowned slightly.
"Lord Elf, what's wrong with Grandpa Hans? He's not like this … He wasn't like this before! What's with the 'die' he said?! "
The youth Fayne asked anxiously.
The all-star Can's expression was serious.
"It's a blood contract …"
"Blood contract?!"
"That's right. He was forced to sign a blood contract to attack the city and die … It's a two-way blood contract. If he doesn't die, the person on the other side of the blood contract will die …"
The all-star Can said in a low voice.
As he spoke, his expression gradually became serious.
"These people were forced to be cannon fodder for the siege."
"How … how is this possible?!"
The youth militia's face turned pale.
Then, he clenched his fists.
"These evil … damned nobles!"
He gritted his teeth.
Yeye was also stunned, then he couldn't help but ask.
"Brother Can, then … can this blood contract be broken?"
"It's very difficult …"
The all-star Can shook his head.
"From the moment a blood contract is signed, it will only disappear after the contract is fulfilled or broken."
He sighed.
Hearing the all-star Can's words, the youth militia's spirit was lifted.
"But … if you say it's not difficult, does that mean there's a way?!"
"There is a way."
The all-star Can nodded.
He took a deep breath and said:
"There's only one person in the Elf Forest who can nullify a blood contract, and that is the Goddess of Life, Her Majesty Eve."
"We in the Elf Forest have done this before … Elves have encountered similar situations, and it is said that Her Majesty the Goddess helped to break the blood contract after bestowing purifying power."
"So … we can only pray to the Goddess and hope for her response."
…
Outside Augus City, at the Maple Kingdom's army's encampment.
Otto stood on a hillside, occasionally looking at the "army" that kept surging toward Augus City, and occasionally reaching out to stare at a dark gray badge repeatedly.
That badge was given to him by Anos, and it was a divine artifact that could sense and collect the life force and souls within a twenty-kilometer radius, and directly sacrifice them to the owner of the divine artifact, the God of Dusk and Sunset, Anos.
However, looking at the badge, Otto's eyebrows gradually furrowed, and a hint of confusion and incomprehension flashed across his eyes.
After pondering for a moment, he looked at the tall and thin noble behind him, the current head of the Wells family, Viscount Wells.
"Carl, how many people have been sent up?"
Carl's face was pale, and he looked at Otto with fear and respect. He couldn't help but shiver, and stuttered:
"Your … Your Majesty, about … about … twenty thousand …"
Otto frowned slightly.
"Are there no more people?"
"No … no more … time is of the essence … plus … plus the captives we've captured, and the villagers we've captured in the nearby villages, these are all people above forty years old … There's not a single person in the nearby villages."
Carl hesitated for a moment before speaking.
After saying that, he hesitated again, and asked carefully:
"That … Your … Your Majesty … aren't we … a little too … too …"
Otto looked at him coldly.
"Too what?"
Carl opened his mouth, and finally swallowed his saliva.
"No … nothing …"
Otto retracted his gaze and looked at the city again. When he saw that there was no progress in the battle, and that the badge indicated that the life force was far from enough, his frown deepened.
After pondering for a moment, he suddenly said:
"Send those young villagers up as well. Tell them that if they don't die, their elders will die, and their children will become sacrifices."
Carl was stunned.
He hesitated for a moment, and stuttered:
"But … but Your Majesty, haven't their elders already been sent up?"
Otto did not answer him. Instead, he glanced at him coldly, and Carl's heart skipped a beat.
On the other hand, the high priest beside him hurriedly said to him:
"Lord Viscount, those young villagers don't know that their elders have already been sent to their deaths, so … if you tell them, they'll fight with their lives on the line."
Carl opened his mouth, but nothing came out in the end. Instead, he nodded fearfully, braced himself, and retreated.
After a while, there was another commotion at the front of the army formation, and a large number of new civilians were pushed out …
This time, the average age of the civilians was much younger.
The commotion vaguely appeared among the civilians, but it was quickly suppressed by the soldiers.
Under the pressure of the fully-armed guards, the commoners picked up their swords and charged towards Augus City once again …
The battle began again.
However, as he watched the battle on the city walls in the distance, and looked at the badge in his hand that flickered with a dim light, the Maple King Otto's frown deepened.
"Strange … my soul force is still fine, but why is my life force increasing so slowly?"
"Could it be that I can only sacrifice the lives of Extraordinaires?"
He muttered to himself, puzzled.
Just as Otto was puzzled, a violent energy fluctuation suddenly came from the direction of Augus City …
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