Chapter 149 - We“re Not the Same (2/2)

“Agreed, he deserved to be punished. Can’t just give everything away when others come knocking on your door.”

“Human nature is something I don’t understand. I just feel like these soldiers are so useless, nearly half of them died in less than half an hour of fighting.”

“In war, the advantage of professionals is too great. I reckon if it is a properly configured party of five level-fives, they can fight against hundreds of regular troops head-on.”

“Don’t be too c.o.c.ky, Hollevin is a newbie village and is relatively weaker among all the countries. There are many powerful countries out there, such as Fareins, where they have a much greater number of professionals in their armies than Hollevin. There’s also the desert kingdom, Urganda, where everyone is a soldier, and the number of professionals in their armies may be as high as ten percent. As for the Froststar Kingdom further out, I heard there’s a clan of Frostwolves who are professionals at birth, mysterious and powerful. They wors.h.i.+p the Winterwolf G.o.d, and the Winterwolf Saintess was said to be at the Legendary level when she ascended the throne.”

“Upstairs, who are you? How come you know so much?”

“The ID of the person speaking is called Schuck… isn’t that the founder of the F6 guild!”

“Oh sh**, the only guild leader in the game right now. It’s a big shot, my bad, my bad.”

“You flatter me, the G.o.ddess sees that I’m handsome and is just rewarding me with a meal.”

“Tsk! These big shots all like to show off their good looks. Princ.i.p.al Huang also keeps saying he’s handsome.”

“It’s better to be a show-off than to be lofty and look at people down the nose.”

“Good point.”

Even looking at this rather b.l.o.o.d.y and sad scene, the atmosphere in the livestream room was still idiotic. For most of the players, no matter how realistic this world was, their sense of ident.i.ty and immersiveness was still not too deeply engaged.

John Junior hugged his father’s body, feeling that it had become cold.

His heart also became ice-cold.

The sounds of the battlefield were suddenly much quieter, and the battle cries had become very faint.

Most of the soldiers had thrown away their weapons and crouched down with their hands on their heads in surrender.

Only a small portion of the extremely loyal soldiers was still persistently holding on.

Hawk, dragging his greatsword, walked up to John Junior, looked down at him, and said, “What are you going to do next?”

John Junior looked up woodenly, a hint of sarcasm on his grief-stricken face. “Didn’t you want to kill me? Why are you still asking so many questions?”

Hawk laughed, and because of his st.u.r.dy, beast-like body and the fierce look on his face, he looked rather malevolent. “Depending on your answer, we’ll decide whether you live or die.”

John Junior placed his father’s body carefully on the ground. He stood up slowly and said, “You ask.”

Hawk looked around; there was no one still resisting stubbornly. “Would you be willing to be a puppet?”

John Junior looked around as well. The living soldiers were stupefied as they were herded together by the beggar army, while the streets were filled with human limbs and corpses. Some crippled soldiers were lying on the ground, moaning in pain, and the priest Jett was doing his best to save the dying, friend and foe alike.

While this was partly a n.o.ble side of humanity, it was more so because… saving people could farm experience points.Ninety percent of the soldiers in Delpon were here now… John Junior withdrew his gaze and he looked at Hawk bitterly.”Do I have the right to refuse?”

“Yes.”

“At the cost of death?”

Hawk nodded.

Taking a deep breath, John Junior asked, “What are you going to do with the castle maids, my mother, and my sister? ”

“If they want to go, they can go, if they want to stay, they can stay. We won’t do anything to restrict them, provided, of course, that they don’t provoke us and go on quietly being dames and damsels.”

“Your soldiers would agree?” John Junior wore obvious sarcasm on his face. “No novelties after besieging the city, it would be strange if they don’t mutiny.”

Hawk sneered and said contemptuously, “Don’t compare the army trained by us Golden Sons to the private army of you n.o.ble lords!”