Chapter 3686 Drawing Lots

Perhaps because of the lack of security in foreign wars, the apostles never tried their best to use magic. This made the invading powerful monsters suffer heavy losses many times, but they were never truly defeated. Killed.

I suspect that the repeated attacks by monsters are also related to the failure of the apostles to cut through the mess quickly. If they could kill all the powerful monsters with thunder, maybe this war could end earlier.

With this answer, the apostles went to war.

After the war, it was still a mess.

The corpses of the adventurers who died in battle were mixed with the corpses of the monsters. Fortunately, the appearance and physical characteristics of the two parties were completely different, so the corpses of the monsters and the corpses of the adventurers could not be confused.

When the corpse was being collected, the apostles climbed onto the battlements one after another.

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

Below the city was a battlefield that had been fought dozens of times, which made Michelle very sad.

On the other hand, Held was still looking down with indifferent eyes, as if the corpses, adventurers and civilians cleaning the battlefield were nothing more than ants.

"What, are you feeling distressed?" Ozma's voice was full of joking: "When can you change your character as a holy mother?"

"War is ruthless, so many families have been broken up, and so many innocent children have become orphans. Ozma, you were once a human being. When you see these tragic scenes, don't you feel a little shaken in your heart?"

"You mean fluctuations?" A meaningful smile appeared on Ozma's lips: "Of course there is."

"Are you really feeling upset?" Michelle asked in disbelief.

"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 very serious!" Michelle said seriously: "They are humans! They are humans!!! They are living humans! They were humans who were just like you! Looking at their corpses, you only have this little feeling! You are simply.”

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

Michelle responded with a glare.

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

Michelle was startled when she heard this, and then stared at Ozma with complicated eyes.

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

And the cause of all this is precisely human beings.

At this moment, Michelle no longer knew what to say. He could only stare at Ozma with the most complicated eyes, which were both familiar and unfamiliar.

Subsequently, we held another combat meeting. The content of the meeting was no longer whether to attack, but how to fight the next war.

The apostles were tired of continuing to fight monsters, and they wanted to take a break, so they said that in the next battle, they would have to replace themselves on the battlefield.

As for who will be replaced, the apostles plan to decide by drawing lots.

Soon, the slips of paper used for drawing lots were prepared and placed in a box. Bin scrambled the order and asked that when drawing lots, he was not allowed to use magic to peek, and once he touched it, he was not allowed to regret it.

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

Hearing this, I instantly felt ashamed: Shouldn't it be out of respect for foreign aid that we should directly exempt foreign aid from participating in the war?

How come it seems that participating in the war is a good thing, but not participating in the battlefield will regret it for life.

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

Well, we still haven’t escaped the war.

The other apostles also drew lots in order, among them Prey's was to participate in the war, Ozma's was to participate in the war, and even Michelle's was written to participate in the war, but Casillas and Held were left behind.

Michel had no objection to participating in the war. Speaking of it, he was actually eager to fight, and he was even more eager to save injured adventurers on the battlefield.

However, this idea was interrupted by the depressed Casillas, who said with a gloomy face: "Michelle, you are not good at fighting, so you should switch with me."

Michelle 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 possible.

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

Casillas is not rough in his words. As the saying goes, the best defense is offense.

The two apostles argued for a long time, but there was no difference. Finally, Herder stopped the argument and said that you two should calm down. Then he swapped his vote with Casillas, which angered Casillas. Yas rolled his eyes for a while, feeling so resentful, but he had no choice but to stop.

Ever since, the battlefield was determined to be: Held, Ozma, Prey, and me.

The defenders are designated as: Casillas and Michel.

This lineup is equivalent to just swapping me and Casillas.

Switch me and Casillas?

When I think of this result, I can't help but feel doubts in my heart: Could this have been planned by Held from the beginning?

After all, among the apostles, the only one with similar strength to me is Casillas.

Swapping me and Casillas is completely equivalent to maintaining the previous lineup!

Thinking of this, I looked at Held with doubtful eyes. His poker face was neither sad nor happy, with no fluctuation at all.

Well, let's just call it an accident.

Although I knew I was about to go to the battlefield, I didn't feel any nervousness at all.

On the one hand, it is because my strength is real and cannot be doubted.

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

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

Walking on the street, looking around, I soon saw a few familiar figures, the same adventurers who went to the custom shop together before and who had bravely killed enemies on the battlefield.

Only this time, their number was reduced by half, and their people seemed a bit decadent.

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

Heloise and I met again in the same tavern.

She looked very energetic, the kind of person who is in high spirits during happy events, so I teased her: "Have you captured Xilan?"

Heloise was startled when she heard this, then shook her head with slightly red cheeks: "No, but my relationship with him is getting closer."

"How close?" I approached and asked slyly.

Heloise's face turned red from suppressing it, and it took her a long time to say, "It's not that close."

Then she stopped talking.

Looking at her shy expression, I couldn't help but sigh: "It's great to be young."