The Battle Watched by Two Orioles

Six hours of resurrection time was truly agonizing for the Undead.

This wasn't game time, but their real time.

Although William had warned them long ago, those who insisted on throwing their lives away would only curse him for not warning them strongly enough.

They never should have been allowed to fly over there.

When Hill heard the Undead cursing William in the giant screen for being inhuman, he couldn't help glancing at the unflappable king.

The more viciously they cursed, the happier William became.

William cheerfully poured himself a huge glass of wine. Noticing Hill's gaze, he even asked whether he wanted one too.

Hill shook his head with an indifferent expression.

Watching William's reaction, he recalled his own past life as a gamer.

When he had passionately cursed game designers for being inhuman, had the person he was cursing also been raising a glass in celebration?

Game designers and players would never share the same joys and sorrows.

Putting himself in the players' shoes, even though he knew they had brought it upon themselves, Hill still found William's face irritating.

Hill focused his attention on the giant screen before him. This Undead's viewpoint was fairly good, clearly showing every direction of the battle.

Hill watched quietly for a while before suddenly saying, "I haven't seen the dark tendrils yet, but there's a spider."

"Rose?" William froze. Straightening up, he asked, "Is it our Karula, or someone new?"

Hill shook his head. "I can't tell. She's been hiding in a corner. If the water hadn't nearly submerged her and forced her to use spider silk to move somewhere else, I wouldn't have noticed her.

She's beneath that clock tower now. That's already the highest spot in the city.

The Elemental Sea is about to stop. I don't know whether