Reality.

expedition.

In Dawn City, 20,000 Player decided to follow William to the battlefield.

Of the remaining 30,000 Player, some are still engrossed in the orc- Orc activities, while many others simply prefer to stay in Dawn City, admiring the female characters and such. Main quests and such are irrelevant...

William, based on the mission he had received, also issued Main Quest to deal with the Player.

[The Dawn's War: In this war without justice or evil, we, the Dawn Mercenary Group, will assist the Blackrock Duchy in attacking the Steel Duchy.]

The victor is king, the loser is a bandit. Fight your way to victory on the battlefield and conquer the Steel Duchy within a year!

[Task Level: S-]

[Mission Description: War isn't about suicide missions; NPCs will level up by killing you!]

[Output Rewards: Top 1000 players will receive generous rewards; the first place winner will receive Mid-Tier Epic-Class Weapon]

[Experience Reward: Awarded once daily based on damage output ranking]

[Contribution Points Reward: Awarded once daily based on output ranking]

[Hiring Bonus: Each person can receive 8 Silver Coin during the war]

[Mission failed: Final reward reduced by 50%]

"Gods has a long Main Quest, and there are stage-by-stage experience rewards and Contribution Points rewards every day (game days), allowing Player to level up at any time and exchange Contribution Points for equipment, etc."

The Steel Duchy's Main Quest is similar to mine, and there are some rewards for damage output, but a mere one Dark-Gold Weapon is really stingy, especially since Contribution Points aren't worth that much either.

William certainly wouldn't forget about faction favorability, but those things are all included in the final rewards.

As for friendship level?

Please shower me with money!

The expeditionary force on the grasslands resembled a long black dragon.

The Player looked around; this was their first safe journey, otherwise they would have had to follow a caravan to the Human Duchy.

One Player glanced at the marks on the river and couldn't help but mutter angrily, "Those Murloc are damned; they ran away as soon as they saw we outnumbered them."

"I have to admit, I had the urge to lead a massive army to wipe out the Murloc, but unfortunately, a high-class and sophisticated boss like His Your Highness probably has no interest in bullying the Murloc."

Other Player who shared the sentiment expressed their agreement.

On the grasslands below Dawn City, there are many tribes, races, Magical Beast, wild beasts, and so on. They often come out to do quests. Player are not afraid of other enemies, but they are afraid of the Murloc.

Whether you're a solo Player, a Player of a dozen or so, or even a small team, if something feels wrong, you have no choice but to run. Otherwise, if thousands of Murloc suddenly swarm out, you're doomed.

After all, too many Player have died from the Murloc's spear.

William could hear the Player ' conversations, and he really wanted to say that a year from now, the corpses of the Newbie who died under the Murloc's spear could circle the Southeastern Corner of the area twice.

The Rhine River Bridge is 235 meters long and 24 meters wide. It has been broken three times, with the last reconstruction taking place 40 years ago during peacetime, with the aim of facilitating trade between the two countries.

However, during times of war, this place becomes a crucial checkpoint.

Since gaining control of the Rhine River Bridge, the Blackrock Duchy has rapidly invested enormous manpower and resources in building fortifications on the other side of the bridge.

The Steel Duchy is not incapable of crossing the river by boat at its narrowest point, but this only allows for the transport of a small number of troops and is of no use in attacking Blackrock Fortress.

Every few hundred meters along the river, there was a small team of five scouts monitoring the riverbank. The scouts on both sides could easily see each other, sit down to rest, eat together, and even toast the enemy on the other side with water instead of wine.

When they actually met, they weren't holding wine cups, but swords and knives.

The scouts now stationed here don't need to worry about being bribed; they are all Nobles with families and businesses, and they would never allow the enemy to build a pontoon bridge.

When William arrived with 20,000 Player, Lotner and others also brought 40,000 Player from the Blackrock Duchy to join them.

The entire army of 60,000 Player lacked any intimidating presence; instead, they appeared rather bloated and inefficient.

certainly,

Besides the Dawn Mercenary Group, there were also some Mercenary Group composed of NPCs. More than 30 Mercenary Group together numbered over 8,000 people. The two sides were sizing each other up and did not join forces.

Meanwhile, four simple Black Rock towers had been built on both sides of the bridge across the river, and some Mage were constantly enchanting them.

Meanwhile, 1,000 meters away on the opposite bank of the river, 50,000 slaves were building a wall under deadly arrows. However, they were suffering relatively little damage because four Legion were in front of them, harassing the enemy and blocking the attacks.

There are also two Legion on each side to prevent the Steel Duchy from launching a surprise attack.

The Blackrock Duchy had only 20 Legion in total, and with the more than 5,000 who had been wiped out, nearly half of its forces had been deployed at this point.

Truckloads of supplies, including Black Rock, armor, arrows, and Catapult, were delivered, and Knight on horseback rode across the bridge, all indicating that a large-scale war between the two countries was imminent.

The Dawn Players who had just arrived were all astonished by the construction speed of the Blackrock Duchy.

"The fortifications have been built in just two days?"

"Look at the Forum. That's a defensive wall built of flesh and blood. More than 20,000 slaves have died here. Didn't you see those corpses on the river when you crossed the bridge?" a Player explained with a hint of grief.

"..." Many Player in Dawn City didn't know what to say.

They looked at the slaves whose eyes were filled with despair, many of them without shoes, their bare, bloodied feet treading on the hard, uncomfortable ground.

But Player can offer no help other than watching and throwing some food at the player.

If any slave tried to escape, the cavalry guarding them would kill them without hesitation, then smash their bloodied heads against the slaves who were almost squatting on the ground.

Despair, helplessness, fear, silence...

This is the Nobles system that Player see. When Player tries to step forward to stop it, Elven Royal Guard reaches out and blocks them.

One Player angrily declared that he wanted to go to the Steel Duchy, Personal Guard did not stop him.

Even when he tore down the Dawn sign and strode away with some people, no one stopped him.

William watched everything expressionlessly, his heart unmoved, as if it were all just fleeting clouds.

Because he knew.

War is cruel.

Victory in war is forged in blood and flesh.

Glory belongs only to Warrior living and the dead, and has nothing to do with these slaves.

But that's reality.

This is the system of laws governing Gods, and it's a game that's closer to the real world...

Of course, since the goal is to make the game more palatable to Player, many of the disgusting gore and wounds have inevitably been altered, with some players even able to create green blood...

Tyrannosaur rode over on horseback and glanced at the densely packed army of Player. Some were arguing, some were drawing their swords, and some had even swum across the river to defect to the enemy.

He couldn't help but frown. "Do you need my help?"

"No need, you just need to provide food. My Mercenaries are all tough, real men. Small skirmishes are normal for them, and we don't need to provide tents." William waved his hand dismissively.

Tyrannosaur's eyes lit up. The Blackrock Duchy's supplies were running at full capacity, but there really weren't enough tents. He nodded. "That makes things much simpler. Please make yourselves at home. Two meals a day."

The Player who were arguing were stunned.

They watched as the other Mercenaries and Regular Army had already retreated into their warm, comfortable tents.

But are they only allowed to sit on the grass?

William didn't say much; he simply led a group of Personal Guard to stay by the Player's side!

We should share the good times.

We share both the good times and the bad.

Those who withdraw should simply be allowed to leave.

This war has only just begun.