Many times, only when disaster inevitably strikes, can we clearly see those great souls hidden under mediocrity and weakness. There are many such people, so many that there are no examples, such as the joint force under Mo Tan.

The vast majority of people here, including those who are difficult to be infected by the plague, have countless opportunities to leave this dangerous place, but they are always fighting on the front line day and night; there are many who clearly have enough excuses to hide in the rear, but do not

Ordinary people who don't hesitate to accompany those 'professionals' into danger, don't know what they are planning...

Therefore, no matter they are strong or weak, no matter they are a warrior carrying a cauldron that is equal to ten, or a civilian cook wielding a big spoon of fried rice, they are all qualified to be called great. Heroes are worthless to the dead and useless to the living.

It's a name worthless, because these people are either fighting for other people's lives, or they know what they want to protect. In short, they are not afraid of death and are willing to risk their lives.

We can laugh at their stupidity, but we cannot deny their value.

But no matter when or where they are, they will never be the mainstream. Of course, places like the Martyrs Monument do not count.

All in all, although there are indeed many, many such people under certain circumstances, such as the current Misha County, they are only 'a lot'. More, they are mainstream, sincere, and standard intelligent creatures.

Those who want to live no matter what, those who are willing to give up everything in order to survive, the real majority of people.

Being real enough should not be defined as ugly...just not great enough.

We should not blame a person because he is greedy for life and afraid of death. After all, reproduction and survival are the instincts of all intelligent creatures, but heroic sacrifice is not. That is a bonus question.

The vast majority of people who are unable to solve the extra-point questions at critical moments will be shown in a very embarrassed state, making it difficult for onlookers not to feel disgusted, even though these 'bystanders' themselves are thrown into the face of irresistible natural and man-made disasters.

It will probably end in the same way.

Whether human nature is inherently good or human nature is inherently evil, there is actually no right or wrong between these two positions, because people themselves are different.

Gahres has always felt this way, so he did not develop any disgust at all because of the 'ugliness' of these people in front of him, because he knew very well that if the realm of innocence is not a game, if he does not get the girl's

Salvation will only be the same as these people.

"My Lord, Lord Priest!"

A human man with an ashen complexion and a layer of dark red pustules on his neck fell in front of Gaheres and cried: "Please save me, Your Highness the Saint, I am already dying, I am going to die soon"

,I...I don’t want to die.”

Gaheres shook his head slightly and sighed: "I am not a priest, and Her Royal Highness the Saint also needs to rest, so please go back first."

"No, you are talking nonsense, how could Her Majesty the Saint need to rest!"

The old lizard man was limping along with a wooden staff. A full third of his dark green tail had rotted away, and his left eye, which was covered in abscesses, had completely lost its luster, but he still spoke loudly and energetically.

Said: "Isn't Her Majesty the Saint the one favored by God? How can a person who is favored by God need to rest? I, I am a staunch believer of Dawn Sect, you can't abandon me."

Gahres did not laugh at the other party's obviously illogical remarks, but looked calmly at the old man walking out of the crowd. He remembered that the other party was an old gentleman from White Tower City, and he had always been friendly and enthusiastic in the past.

He is famous for selling most of his family property after his wife died of illness, and bought a large amount of grain from a businessman who made a fortune and gave it to those who were almost starving to death. Among many people who also came from Baita City, he was famous for

Have a reputation.

But why did this kind and enthusiastic old gentleman suddenly change after learning that Yuchen could completely drive away the plague?

Gaheres smiled bitterly, feeling amused by the question that subconsciously appeared in his mind, and then raised his voice and said loudly to the crowded crowd in front of him: "Her Royal Highness the Saint is indeed a favored one by God, but those favored by God are also human beings, and they are also human beings.

She will be injured and bleed, and she will be tired. Naturally, she also needs to rest. She is just too tired..."

"Do you think we are not religious enough?"

The old man interrupted Gaheres rudely, took out a large bag of jingling gold coins from his pocket and handed it forward: "I am willing to donate money, I can prove my devotion to the goddess!"

Gahres, who can be regarded as joining the Dawn Church, raised his hand to block the money bag, his eyes full of exhaustion: "No, this has nothing to do with worshiping the church. We will arrange the treatment sequence for everyone according to their condition, so please don't do this.

.”

"Plan the treatment sequence according to the condition?"

The old man's eyes widened, he poked Gahres' chest and roared: "I was infected with this damn plague half a month ago, and was tortured until I lost one eye and became lame. Isn't this serious enough?

?!"

Gahres was silent for a moment, nodded slightly and said, "Yes... it's not serious enough. There are more people in worse conditions than you who have not yet received treatment."

"You... you... ugh..."

The old lizard man gentleman was so angry that he was dizzy. His throat was so painful that he spat out two mouthfuls of black blood. He collapsed to the ground weakly. He tremblingly raised his crutch and pointed it at Gahres: "What do you want?

Let me die...bastard, you, you just want me to die..."

The latter just shook his head slightly: "I don't want anyone to die, and Her Royal Highness the Saint doesn't want anyone to die."

"You're talking nonsense!"

A haggard-looking elf man rushed out, helped the old man up and said angrily to Gaheres: "We are not blind. Just this morning, the person who just cried for you and asked Her Majesty the Saint to save his life suddenly became

We killed a monster, and then his head was chopped off with a sword. Why didn't you save us? Why did you kill people?!"

His eyes were splitting as he pointed at a just knight not far away, his expression full of despair and fear.

"Everyone infected by the plague has the potential to become a monster."

Gaheres took a deep breath and calmly said to the elf man in front of him: "The more serious the illness, the easier it is for people to mutate. This is one of the main reasons why we have to save the seriously ill first."

The other party sneered: "To put it nicely, I only see you killing people with ease. No matter who gets into trouble, the knights will rush to the scene and chop off their heads as soon as possible, but they have never even seen Her Royal Highness the Saint."

"Gaheres..."

A frowning paladin came over and whispered in Gaheres's ear: "Why don't you go back first and leave it to us to deal with it."

"If we suppress it forcefully, they will only become more resentful."

Gahres had no intention of leaving, and still stood in front of the crowd that gathered more than one-third of the entire camp, and whispered: "If possible, I would like to communicate with them again...

"

The Paladin rolled his eyes covertly, and then said sternly: "It's useless, these people can't communicate at all now, and His Highness Wangyu can't save these people who still have the strength to run here, and I don't know how many more people there are.

I can’t even move.”

Can't communicate?

Gaheres looked at those people who had been unwilling to leave for a long time with a tired face, feeling that they were not unable to communicate, but just unwilling to communicate...

Don’t they know that a lot of what they say is completely illogical?

Don't they know that what they are doing is just unreasonable?

Don’t they know that their views are full of logical loopholes?

No, they know, anyone who can think calmly knows this, but these people deliberately do not consider this, or they are completely indifferent to it. Instead, they clearly emphasize how much they need help and how much they need to be saved.

, how pitiful I am, because 'reason' cannot save myself, at least it is less likely than 'unreasonable'.

Gaheres knew very well that if Yuchen, who had just returned to the tent not long ago, saw this scene, she might really take action to save these people entrenched here, and this would be without delaying the treatment of seriously injured patients.

The way he sacrificed his rest time may even lead to a brief fainting. It was not that he was overthinking, but that this kind of thing had happened once before in White Tower City.

【We must prevent this from happening...】

Although he didn't even know how to stop it, Gaheres still stood here with this thought.

"Are you sure you don't want to avoid it first?"

The knight glanced at the follower of Her Majesty the Saint and reminded: "If these people really cause any trouble, your body and bones will not be able to bear it."

Gaheres nodded lightly: "Thank you, I know..."

"What are you secretly discussing!"

Someone in the crowd began to shout again, shouting "I want to see Her Royal Highness the Holy Lady" and pushing forward.

However, at this moment, the old lizardman gentleman from before suddenly trembled. He straightened up completely contrary to common sense, turned back and bit the elf next to him half of his face, and then roared and rushed towards the distance.

His latest gaheres.

The paladin next to him reacted at the critical moment. He had no time to draw out his sword and stretched out his right hand. Before Gahres was knocked down, he punched the mutant in the chest and knocked it back.

Then he prayed in a low voice, then pointed his sword into shape and swung out a faint golden light, cutting off the opponent's neck.

This paladin is Robert, the Knight of Dawn, whose strength is second only to Tyro in the joint force. He has been stationed here for the past two days to assist Yu Chen in his rescue work. At the same time, he also killed countless ordinary people who suddenly turned into monsters.

people.

"fine......"

After killing the mutant transformed into a lame lizard man, Robert immediately looked around the crowd vigilantly. After finding no new monsters appearing, he breathed a sigh of relief and whispered: "This round is over."

As a result, before he could finish his sentence, the crowd was excited!

"Kill, Father Heber was killed by the Paladin!"

"Why is that little elf..."

"Dead!"

"Didn't you say that only people with serious conditions turn into monsters? Why did Father Heber, who was not given priority for treatment, turn into a monster!"

"Where is Her Majesty the Saint! Let us see Her Majesty the Saint!"

"That paladin only guarded his own people and watched helplessly as this little elf who kindly supported his father was bitten to death!"

"Please let Her Majesty the Saint save my wife. I don't have to save her. I can turn into a monster and let you kill her as you please, but please save my wife!"

"That boy who is not sick or in trouble and is well protected, and you are not in danger, of course you can make sarcastic remarks as you like!"
To be continued...