An expedition.
Twenty thousand players from the City of Dawn decided to follow William to the battlefield.
As for the remaining thirty thousand players, some of them were reluctant to leave the City of Dawn and kill the Orcs. Many of them liked to stay in the City of Dawn and look at the ladies. The main storyline was useless …
William issued a main storyline mission to the players based on the mission he had received.
[War of the City of Dawn: In this war without justice or evil, the Dawn Mercenary Team will assist the Black Lava Nation in attacking the Iron Nation.
The winner will be the king, and the loser will be the bandit. We will kill our way to the battlefield and conquer the Iron Nation within a year.]
[Mission Level: S-]
[Mission Introduction: War is not a suicide mission. The NPCs will level up by killing you!]
[Damage Reward: The top 1000 players will receive rich rewards. The first player will receive a middle-level epic weapon.]
[Experience Reward: Based on the damage output leaderboard, once a day]
[Contribution Point Reward: Based on the damage output leaderboard, once a day]
[Employment Reward: During the war, each player can receive eight silver coins.]
[Mission Failure: The final reward will be reduced by 50%]
"The main storyline mission of 'Gods' is very long. Every day (the number of days in the game), there will be experience rewards and contribution points. The players will be able to level up and use contribution points to exchange for equipment. "The main storyline mission of the Iron Nation is similar to mine. There are damage output rewards, but it's just a dark gold weapon. It's too stingy. Contribution points are not that valuable."
Of course, William would not forget about the faction affinity, but these were in the final reward.
As for the friendship?
Please throw money at me!
The expeditionary army on the grass plains was like a long black dragon.
The players looked around. This was their first safe journey. Otherwise, they would have to follow the merchant team to the human nations.
A player glanced at the marks on the river and could not help but say hatefully, "These small mermen deserve to die. They ran away when they saw that there were so many of us."
"I have to say that I have the urge to lead a large army to destroy the small mermen. It's a pity that a high-level BOSS like Prince William is not interested in bullying the small mermen."
The other players expressed their agreement.
There were many tribes, races, magical beasts, and wild beasts on the grass plains below the City of Dawn. They often came out to do missions. The players were not afraid of other enemies, but they were afraid of the small mermen.
Regardless of whether it was an independent player, a party of a dozen or so players, or even some small parties, as long as they felt that something was amiss, they could only run. Otherwise, if thousands of Little Fishmen suddenly charged at them, they could only die.
After all, too many players had died under the Little Fishmen's pitchforks.
William could hear the players' discussions. He wanted to say that in a year's time, the number of newbie corpses that had died under the small mermen's pitchforks would be enough to circle the southeast region twice.
…
The Rhine River Bridge was 235 meters long and 24 meters wide. It had been broken three times. The last time it was built was 40 years ago during the peacetime to facilitate the trade between the two countries.
But in times of war, this place would be a crucial checkpoint.
Ever since the Black Lava Dukedom took control of the Rhine River Bridge, they had invested a lot of manpower and resources to build fortifications on the opposite side of the bridge.
It was not that the Iron Nation could not cross the river by boat from the narrower part of the river. However, it would not be of any use to attack the Black Rock Fortress.
Every few hundred meters between the two countries, there would be a small team of five scouts monitoring the movements on the riverbank. The scouts on both sides of the river could easily see each other. They would sit down to rest and eat together. They could even use water as a substitute for wine to toast the enemies opposite them.
But when they met each other, they would not be holding a wine cup in their hands. Instead, they would be holding a sword.
Now, the scouts that were placed here did not have to worry about being bribed. They were all nobles with families and businesses. They would definitely not give the enemies a chance to build a pontoon bridge.
When William arrived with 20,000 players, Lautner and the others also brought 40,000 players from the Black Lava Dukedom to meet up.
The army of 60,000 players did not have a terrifying aura. It only gave people a feeling that they were bloated.
Of course.
Besides the Dawn Mercenary Team, there were also some mercenary teams formed by NPCs. More than 30 mercenary teams gathered together, and there were more than 8,000 people. Both sides sized each other up and did not gather together.
At this time, on both sides of the bridge across the river, four simple black rock towers had been built. Some mages were continuously enchanting the towers.
And on the opposite side of the river, there were 50,000 slaves who were withstanding the fatal arrows to build the wall. But they did not suffer much, as there were still four legions in front of the slaves who were obstructing the enemies and blocking the damage.
There were also two legions on both sides to prevent sneak attacks from the Iron Nation.
The Black Lava Dukedom had less than 20 legions. In addition to the more than 5,000 soldiers who had been killed, they had invested almost half of their forces.
Carts after carts of black rocks, armor, arrows, catapults, and all sorts of other supplies were sent over. Knights on warhorses rode across the bridge, indicating that a large-scale war between the two countries was about to break out.
The players of the City of Dawn who had just arrived were all shocked by the construction speed of the Black Lava Dukedom.
"It has only been two days, and the fortifications have already been built?"
"Take a look at the forum. That's a defensive wall made of flesh and blood. More than 20,000 slaves have died here. Didn't you see the corpses on the river when you crossed the bridge?" a player explained with a hint of sorrow.
"…" Many players of the City of Dawn did not know what to say.
They looked at the slaves whose eyes were filled with despair. Many of them did not even have shoes. They could only walk on the hard ground with their bloody feet.
But other than watching and throwing food to the slaves, the players could not provide any help.
If the slaves wanted to escape, the guards would kill them without hesitation. Then, they would carry the bloody heads and smash them on the bodies of the slaves who were squatting on the ground.
Despair, helplessness, fear, silence …
This was the aristocratic system that the players saw. The players wanted to step forward to stop them, but the Elfin guards stretched out their hands to stop them.
A player shouted and wanted to go to the Iron Nation, but the guards did not stop him.
Even when he tore down the symbol of the City of Dawn and led a group of people away, nobody stopped him.
William looked at all of this expressionlessly. There was not a single ripple in his heart. It was as if everything was fleeting.
Because he knew.
War was cruel.
Victory in war was forged with flesh and blood.
Glory only belonged to the living and dead warriors. It had nothing to do with the slaves.
But this was reality.
This was the system of 'Gods', and it was a game that was closer to the real world …
Of course, to allow the majority of players to get used to it, many disgusting wounds were unavoidably changed. Some people could even produce green blood …
Violent Dragon rode his horse and rushed over. He looked at the densely packed army of players. Not only were there arguments, but there were also swords being drawn. Some people even swam across the shore to defect to the enemy.
He could not help but frown. "Do you need my help?"
"No need. Just provide food. My mercenaries are all tough men. It's normal for them to quarrel. I don't need to provide tents." William waved his hand nonchalantly.
Violent Dragon's eyes lit up. The resources of the Black Lava Nation were running at full capacity, but there were not enough tents. He nodded. "That's much simpler. You can sit anywhere you want. Two meals a day."
The quarreling players were dumbfounded.
They saw that the other mercenaries and regular soldiers had already entered the warm and comfortable tents.
But could they only sit on the grass?
William did not say much. He just led a group of guards and accompanied the players!
They shared blessings.
They shared hardships.
Those who retreated were allowed to leave.
This war had just begun.
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