The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

Perhaps because of the insecurity of foreign warfare, the apostles never tried their best to use magic from the beginning to the end, which made the invading powerful monsters have been hit hard repeatedly, but never once in a real sense. Killed it.

I suspect that the repeated attacks of the monsters are also related to the failure of the apostles to slash the mess. If they can kill all the powerful monsters by thunder means, perhaps this war can end sooner.

With this answer, the apostles participated in the war.

After the war, it was still a mess.

The corpse of the adventurer who died in battle was mixed with the corpse of the monster. Fortunately, the appearance and physical characteristics of the two sides were completely different, and finally they would not confuse the corpse of the monster with that of the adventurer.

When collecting the corpses, the apostles stepped onto the battlements one after another.

Everyone held on to the lookout opening of the battlement together, looking down.

The city is a battlefield that has fought dozens of times, which makes Michelle very embarrassed.

On the contrary, Herder still stared at the bottom with indifferent eyes, as if the corpses, or the adventurers and civilians who were cleaning the battlefield, were nothing but ants.

"Why, is it distressed?" Ozma's voice was full of jokes: "When can you change the character of the Virgin?"

"War is ruthless, so many families are broken, and how many innocent children are orphans. Ozma, you were once a human being. Seeing this tragedy, isn't there any fluctuation in your heart?"

"You mean fluctuation?" A meaningful smile appeared at the corner of Ozma's mouth: "Of course there is."

"You...really, your heart fluctuates?" Michel didn't dare to believe.

"Of course" Ozma said, "I think these humans are quite brave and deserve praise."

Michelle's eyelids twitched: "Are you serious?"

"Yes" Ozma said, "Is there any problem?"

"The problem is serious!" Michelle solemnly said: "They are humans! They are humans!!! They are living humans! They are humans who were the same as you! Looking at their corpses, you can only feel so little! You are so..."

"You want to say I have no humanity, right?" Ozma asked with a smile.

Michelle responded with an angry look.

"But you are right" Ozma said: "I do lack humanity, that's because...I am no longer human."

Michelle was startled when he heard the words, and then stared at Ozma with complicated eyes.

The fact is just as Ozma said, he is no longer human, and some things related to human nature are gradually being stripped away.

And it is human beings that cause all this.

At this moment, Michel did not know what to say, he could only stare at Ozma with the most complicated gaze, which was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Later, we held another combat meeting. The content of the meeting was no longer whether to attack or not, but how to fight the next war.

The apostles are tired of continuing to fight with the monsters. They want to take a break, so they will be replaced in the next battle.

As for who to replace, the apostles intend to decide by drawing lots.

Soon, the paper used for the lottery was ready and placed in a box. Bin shuffled the order. When the lottery was requested, no magical peeping was allowed.

Out of respect for foreign aid, I became the first person to draw lots.

Hearing this, I was instantly ashamed: Shouldn't it be out of respect for foreign aid to directly avoid the possibility of foreign aid participating in the war?

It seems like it is a good thing to participate in a war. If you don't participate in the battlefield, you will regret it for life.

With a grumble, I reached out and took out a piece of paper from the box, opened it, and read: Join the war.

Well, I still haven't escaped the war.

The other apostles also drew lots according to the order. Among them, Pray was involved in the war, Ozma's was involved in the war, and even Michel's was also written to participate in the war, but Casillas and Herder were retained.

Michele has no objection to participating in the war. Speaking of which, he is actually eager to fight, and he is more eager to save injured adventurers on the battlefield.

However, this thought was interrupted by the depressed Casillas, who said with a sullen face: "Michel, you are not good at fighting, you should change with me."

Michel retorted that although he was not good at fighting, he was good at treatment and protection. He could save lives on the battlefield to the greatest extent.

As soon as he finished speaking, Casillas said with disdain: "The fierce battlefield does not need protection, only battle. Only fighting more violently than the enemy is the best way to save his own people."

Casillas' words are not rough, as the saying goes, the best defense is offense.

The two apostles quarreled for a long time and did not distinguish between them. In the end, it was Helder who prevented the dispute and said that both of you should stop. Then they exchanged their votes with Casillas, which caused Cassili. Yass rolled his eyes for a while, resentful, but helpless, he had to stop.

Ever since, the convenience of the game is set as: Herder, Ozma, Prey, and me.

Defending the city is conveniently set as: Casillas and Michel.

This lineup is equivalent to just swapping me and Casillas.

Swap me and Casillas?

Thinking of this result, I couldn't help but wonder: Could this be determined by Herder from the beginning?

After all, among the apostles, only Casillas is close to mine.

Replacing me and Casillas...it is completely equivalent to maintaining the previous lineup!

Thinking of this, I looked at Herder with a puzzled look. The latter's poker face was neither sad nor happy, and there was no fluctuation.

...Well, Quan regards it as an accident.

Although it is known that I will be on the battlefield, I don't have the slightest sense of tension.

On the one hand, because my strength is real, there is no room for doubt.

On the other hand, I am quite familiar with that kind of rock monster, after all, the last time I fought against it, there was one.

The streets in the evening were breezy and a bit cool.

Walking on the street and looking around, I soon saw a few familiar figures, the adventurers who had gone to the Custom Shop together before and who had killed the enemy bravely on the battlefield.

Only this time, their number has dropped sharply by half, and they seem a bit decadent.

As Michelle said, the war is painful, regardless of whether it is won or not.

In the same tavern, Heloise met me.

She looked very energetic, she was the kind of person who was refreshing at happy events, so I quipped her: "Have you taken Xilan?"

Heloise was stunned when she heard the words, and then she shook her head with reddish cheeks: "No, but I am closer to him."

"How close is it?" I leaned closer, gossiping, and asked thiefly.

Heloise's face was flushed, and she said for a long time: "It's not too close..."

Then, she stopped talking.

Looking at her shy expression, I couldn't help sighing: "It's nice to be young."

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