Far from the crowd of players, they stopped in front of a twisted ancient tree.
Duan Xing turned to look at Li Zheng and the others, who were grinning from ear to ear, still finding it hard to believe what he was seeing.
These guys had left a deep impression on him.
Back then, they had traded him low-quality canned food for resources, kicking off the ugly business of the Player Race trying to trade junk for his resources.
According to the news from Kuang Feng Fort, the second-phase training camp, members of the Player Race at the first-phase Snow Valley training camp had chosen to sacrifice themselves to cover their fellow trainees' retreat. In the end, every last one of them had fallen in battle.
When he first heard the news, Duan Xing had been overwhelmed with complicated feelings.
In this chaotic new era, death had long since become commonplace. News came every day of members of the race falling on the front lines.
What he found unbelievable was that the Player Race, whom he had thought of as an unpredictable bunch, would willingly sacrifice themselves for the other trainees.
The growth of the Player Race members in the first-phase training camp, which he had never seen for himself, had left him stunned.
After completing the trial and officially becoming a warrior of the Tidal Rebellion Legion, he had personally visited the second-phase training camp to ask Ghost Eye and the other trainees what had happened.
When he learned how the Player Race members had sacrificed themselves, he had been filled with respect for them.
Before leaving the training camp, he had sat in silence for an hour in front of the gravestones Ghost Eye and the others had erected for the Player Race members, then saluted them with