(PS Today’s first chapter. There will be two chapters later. By the way, I would like to respond to some students’ remarks. The outbreak is today’s chapter. Tomorrow’s update will be as usual. Don’t worry, I seem to be cheating on the outbreak, playing around with people. Brain
The students who failed in primary school mathematics need to respect themselves!!! (#‵′)convex)
Yugudola tilted her head, but a smile appeared on her round face: "Old man, I am Lord Roman's teammate; you probably don't know this."
Count Trascu was slightly startled. He lowered his head and looked at the hostage under his sword.
"What do you want to say, ma'am."
"It has nothing to do with you, Lord Jazz. Because I want to tell my teammates," Yugudora smiled, revealing a pair of pointed little tiger teeth; with this smile, she looked with bright, sky-blue eyes.
She pointed at the little girl: "Little girl, kill it! Take my share with me, hard!" She pointed down, indicating the Empire's Golden Swordfish.
The old captain was startled for a moment, suddenly understood something, and subconsciously took action to stop it.
But it was too late. Before that, the female swordsman had already scratched his sword with her slender neck. Dark red blood gushes out from the cut, dyeing the silver blade of the command sword a purple-red color like wine - in Austria
Throughout the long history of Lars, purple has been considered a heroic and epic color - because it represents bloodshed and sacrifice, and is also full of romanticism.
"Sister Yugudora!" The little girl screamed in disbelief with her eyes widened. She drew her sword and wanted to rush over, but was held down by Maari Bailey.
But Yugudola can no longer hear it...
She closed her eyes and seemed to see the shadow of the woman in the darkness:
"The Seven Seas Merchant Group has three principles——"
The woman in a black dress held a paper fan in one hand and smiled like a cat: "First of all, you must remember that we are sailors on the seven seas, moving forward without any restrictions. If you don't have a heart,
With free hearts, you will not understand this - why the Seven Seas Merchant Group does not accept any threats."
"Miss, you should only say this when you have the strength," someone said in the darkness, and the voice was so familiar: "Angel stones are very precious, so don't stand and talk without feeling pain in your back."
"Angel stones are not necessarily more important than interest." Another voice retorted.
"Sofia, you are contradicting me, right?"
"Okay, it doesn't matter. I will definitely earn a lot of angel stones back," Miss Roman said confidently, waving her hands like a real noble daughter: "You can use it more than you can use."
Recalling this, Yugudola smiled knowingly, because no one believed in such a promise, but the eldest lady was always so confident and energetic - but not only that, she really did it. Not only did she achieve it
His promise also made the name of the Seven Seas Merchant Group shine above Aulas:
The third place in the Canaan team rankings, the Seven Seas Brigade——
"What Lord Roman said must be right." This is the businesswoman's mantra in the team. It is also the second of the three principles of the Seven Seas Brigade.
"That hateful woman," Yugudora murmured to herself: "She is really arrogant. And she is so lingering that she can be remembered even after she died..." She felt depressed for a while, but she couldn't bear it.
She laughed again. Because she couldn't deny that this was the reason why she made up her mind to take risks with those people.
That woman, she was moved by just a few words——
We are like sailors sailing on the sea, yearning for a life without any restrictions. This is the belief of the Seven Seas Brigade, and it is also the belief of Yugudora. No one can make such a group of people surrender, even if they are as big as Ruofu
The same goes for the Bundo Empire.
Because for this, they can give everything.
This is faith. The Seven Seas Merchant Group has it, as does the Shining Gold Coin. The pursuit of freedom, beauty, friendship and self-struggle is full of such sincere feelings in this false world. Some people try to deny this, but there are also some
People carefully protect fire, because it is all the beautiful things in this world that are worthy of people chasing and cherishing.
This is a world of self-realization. But self-realization is not to make the world surrender. This is also the basis of the opposition between the Temple of Heroes and the Hand of Despair.
"We are not against your ideas, but your actions."
The little girl took a deep breath, raised her holy sword and pointed it at Count Trascu: "Sister Yugudola is dead, I want to duel with you!"
The old captain looked at Yugudola's body with some regret, shook his head and said: "I had no intention of attacking a lady, but she did die under my sword. I'm sorry for this result, but it doesn't matter.
We cannot change our position. I am a soldier, and you are enemies of the empire."
The little girl struggled a little, but Miss Black Dragon's huge claws pressed her shoulders firmly.
"Sophistry, what's the difference between you who are unscrupulous and the hands of despair?" Sophia angrily said: "Knight of Erathizer, I am really ashamed of this title."
Count Trascu was slightly startled, a little shaken.
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"They don't just treat the world as a playground. Who do they have to blame us? We are just more extreme. But they want to treat NPCs equally. That is not our responsibility. They should blame Torrential Rain for not giving NPCs
An equal right."
The mage wearing a black robe patted Mirus on the shoulder: "We have our way of playing, and they have their way of playing. Why do they accuse us? This is the reason why we are fighting until now."
Mirus smiled reluctantly: "Huoyue, you don't need to comfort me. I just think what we did is a bit extreme. Although I don't like those guys, I sometimes wonder if we made the wrong choice from the beginning.
"
The black-robed mage smiled slightly: "Don't you always want to ask us what we are doing? We are just following our game style. We represent the players. Torrential Rain wants to turn this world into a real world, but after all
It’s just a game, I know those people don’t want to admit it, but I’m going to let them admit defeat——”
Mirus was slightly startled.
"Do you think they can stand on the side of justice and accuse us? Why do we treat NPCs like this? Because in our hearts they are just a bunch of data. Do you feel guilty for leveling up and killing monsters?"
The black-robed mage shook his head: "This is why those hypocritical defenders insist that this is a world, but they insist so much, what have they done? They are no different from us, they always think beyond this world.
, although they don’t say it verbally, they are still superior to others in their hearts. The reason is simple, they also regard this place as just an entertainment venue.”
"So what's the difference between our starting points? And when you are playing a game to kill monsters, and someone is whispering in your ear and accusing you of violating laws and justice, what will you do?" The black-robed mage turned around and asked.
"I will think that he is deliberately looking for trouble," another Blackguard player chuckled, "I will just give him a good beating."
Mirus lowered his head to think.
The black-robed mage looked at him and shook his head: "You still don't understand? They are just worried that we will surpass them, so they set rules and ask us to abide by them. They accept promotions within the rules, but what is beyond their control is
'heresy'."
"This is the hand of despair."
"But why should we accept their rules."
"Should veteran players have a sense of superiority?" someone in the crowd asked in a low voice.
Mirus sighed: "Why don't we take a better approach? Although I know Huoyue you are right, but when I see the eyes of those NPCs... I feel sad."
The black-robed mage patted his shoulder: "Don't be fooled by torrential rain. No matter how realistic the appearance is, data is data. Maybe you should look at it from a more essential aspect, such as -"
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"For example, it's nothing more than winning the king and losing the bandits."
The Realm Hermit covered the largest wound on his chest, coughed up blood and smiled at the kitten: "You can kill me, but you can't make us accept your ideas. The number of people in the Hand of Despair can finally shake
All of this. The rules set by you so-called veteran players. Maybe torrentialrain is with you, but that's the same."
As he spoke, he coughed loudly.
The previous battle was short and fierce, and the kitten easily defeated the opponent, but the man fought tooth and nail and left a wound on the goblin, which made the girl very dissatisfied.
She couldn't help but look at Shuiyun, who was standing next to the Frog Prince and was bandaging the goblin's wound; after hearing the words of the Hand of Despair player, the latter couldn't help biting his jaw and raised his head angrily.
The little pastor rarely gets angry, but this time even his little body trembled.
"I'm not the old player you call me, and I haven't set any rules. I just want to see this fantasy world. This world full of imagination." She said softly but forcefully: "But this has something to do with you.
What's the relationship? Why did you destroy this world and this town? The way you choose to play will have such a serious impact on other people, have you ever considered it?"
"Why can you be so selfish?" She frowned and looked at each other.
"Everyone affects everyone else, ahem..."
The realm hermit coughed while trying to get his dagger back in his hand. But just as he had this idea, he found that the cat-like female thief's alert eyes had fallen on him. He couldn't help but relax his body,
He smiled weakly and said: "As long as you come to this 'world', whether you want it or not, you will always affect other people to a greater or lesser extent. Since you can change history, why can't we? Since a civilization
It can be destroyed in the wars of history, so why can't the wars started by players bring destruction? In the final analysis, it is just prejudice."
He was dizzy and speechless.
But another voice sounded from the next room, calm and indifferent: "Indeed, you can choose a war that brings destruction. So accordingly, why can't we choose to fight against you? You can throw yourself into the arms of the devil, and we will naturally
A party that can represent justice. You have the right to choose, and so do we. The world has always been so fair—"
Xiao Fen walked out of there wearing his familiar black robe, with Manshi supporting him.
"But while you have chosen to start, you seem to have suffered so much grievance and oppression. Are you still children?" The mage raised his head, with a trace of contempt on his pale face.
The Realm Hermit was startled for a moment, and then he remembered the identity of this person. He couldn't help but feel a little discouraged, so he gave up his resistance and just snorted coldly: "I said so much just to preserve your rights and interests.
This sense of superiority that you old players have is really disgusting. What qualifications do you have to enter this world? Can you really understand the feelings in the hearts of those NPCs? Can you treat them equally? You really can
Do you consider yourself a part of this world?"
"You can't, because in the final analysis, you just treat this world as a game. Didn't you come to this world just for the game?"
The player smiled mockingly: "You have your fun, and we have ours. No one is nobler than the other."
Xiao Fen didn't even look at him. He just said to Mao Mao: "Mao Mao, you think of a way to take Miss Witch out of here. Little girl, they may have failed."
"What about you, Brother Xiao Fen?" Mao Mao raised her little face and looked at him doubtfully.
"There are some noble people here who are worthy of me being with them." Xiao Fen thought for a while and replied, "But Miss Witch only has one life, and we can't let her die here."
"Where is he?" Kitty was not interested in these big principles. She was only interested in the gold coins in her purse. Because she gestured to this desperate hand and made a questioning look.
The black-robed mage made a killing gesture.
Outside the room, the torrent of despair was sweeping across the entire Brossalon. The resistance organization in the south held on for the last short while and was finally submerged in the black tide. The sky gradually became darker, and something seemed to be brewing on the horizon.
A terrible rainstorm, dark clouds, and thunder roared. Under the clouds, the Golden Swordfish and Jet Custer emitted flashes of light from time to time, plunging the town into a sea of fire.
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At the same time, those noble people Xiao Fen mentioned were in trouble——
Burning Thorn was standing in the square in the center of the town with a few people. They looked around. The black ink-like robes of the Hands of Despair formed a black iron-like barrier and were slowly advancing. The spears stood up one by one, forming a
In a forest of cold light, death was almost within reach. In fact, when they discovered the empire's fleet before, they did have a chance to retreat, but these people still chose to accept the invitation of Xiao Fen and Quist to join this battle.
Come in hard battle.
They make choices and don't care about the results. Because this is their pursuit, these people have already considered all this from the beginning: only faith can make these people move forward——
Now, the battle is coming to an end.
"Burning Thorn, we can't hold it anymore." The defense lines on the left and right were already in danger, and the players wearing white shirts over there turned around and shouted.
But the leader of the resistance organization turned back to look at the teammates of the legendary assassin. He was wondering what kind of person the other party was, and why he could also fight to the death with the Empire and the Hand of Despair here. Before that,
He never believed in the players in Dragon City and the north. Like those Hands of Despair, he believed that the confrontation between the Temple of Heroes in the north and the Hands of Despair in the south was just a conflict of interest between old and new players.
But now it seems that is obviously not the case.
Beside him, Yun Na was turning her head to look at Put. It was rare that this activated shield guardian was not with Xin Yu.
"What are you looking at, Putt?"
"I'm thinking about the war among you humans. What drives you to do this?" Putt spoke bluntly.
"There is never a noble war for everyone. War always brings pain." The female mage smiled slightly and replied: "I roughly know what these people think, but the hand of despair is a little wrong.
.”
"kindness?"
"It is true that we do not belong to this world, but this does not prevent us from having feelings for this world. The reason why human beings are called human beings is precisely because they have such perceptual knowledge. The flash of human nature drives us to move away from darkness and ignorance.
Come out and stand proudly above all other creatures. Cold knowledge allows us to understand the world, but warmth and sensibility constitute the connection between us." Yun Na replied: "We have a heart, do you understand, Putt."
"I understand a little bit, but why do you want to respond to their kind of war?"
"Because we don't need a reason to be angry. When your loved ones are hurt, sometimes you don't need to ask yourself why you are angry-"
Put nodded with understanding.
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On board the Golden Swordfish——
The little girl gritted her teeth and tried to break away as if she would not admit defeat. She looked back, and Mei Li looked at her quietly with one of her golden eyes.
"Let me go, sister Mei Li, I'm going to avenge sister Yugudola!"
"This is the least smart thing to do. I was just ordered by that female dragon of Fratis to take you away, little guy," the black dragon replied while staring at the old captain standing there warily:
"As for the rest, I don't want to worry too much."
"Sister Mei Li, you are so selfish!"
The little girl said angrily, but then she saw Miss Heilong turned her head away in anger.
"I'm sorry, I was too impulsive. Thank you, Sister Meili, but I must stay here. Sister Yugudola passed on her belief in fighting to me, so I must fight here to the death - Golden Swordfish
There can only be one between the number and me." Sophia's tone slowed down a bit, and she whispered to Maali Bailey.
Miss Black Dragon was slightly startled. This was Count Trasco's best opportunity to take action, but for some reason, he just watched the two people talking without any intention of attacking.
He guards the power core of the Golden Swordfish, and that is all his responsibilities.
"Whatever you want, I have to go." Miss Black Dragon glanced at the little girl, left the big hole in the bulkhead, flapped her wings and flew out.
The little girl raised her sword.
The old captain looked at her, his snow-white beard twitching: "Little girl, I can't change my position with you, but I just want to tell you that the empire is not evil. It's just that we have our own missions, but this
It’s war…”
The little princess of the paladin did not answer. She just pursed her lips, showed a rare serious expression and opened two pairs of snow-white light wings. At this moment, her body flashed with holy power that she had never seen before.
She stretched out her palms forward and said: "Dispel the evil——"
A wave of dazzling white light burst out.
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