A different world game? A different world game!

The war never ends.

Time passed quickly, and as the war progressed, the weather became hotter and hotter, and midsummer had arrived.

"It's really hot today."

A human soldier of the United Army sat under the shade of a tree, reciting while wiping the sweat from his head with a towel he carried with him.

Next to him, his companion was exhausted and panting, resting under the roots of a tree.

"I really want to find a river to take a bath."

Hearing this, the sitting soldier raised his hand and knocked on the helmet of the other soldier.

"Don't be silly. Are you really not afraid that a rat will stab you in the butt while you're taking a bath, and it's the kind that's poisoned?"

The reason I say this is because there has indeed been such a precedent.

There were about twelve soldiers sitting under the big tree on this small hill, forming a small team.

Looking down from the hill, you can clearly see that there are still about dozens of soldiers maintaining order.

"Just keep going along this road. Don't worry. We will reach the refugee camp soon!" a soldier shouted.

Countless refugees formed a long line on the narrow path, some supporting their loved ones, some carrying their few remaining belongings, and others pulling horse-drawn carriages, slowly moving forward.

Two snake soldiers stood at the outermost edge of the team, one of them looked at the refugees with his snake pupils erect.

"Are you really not afraid that there might be followers of the evil god among the refugees?"

The companion next to him glanced at him, and gently swept his tail behind him and patted him.

"Shut up and look over there." As he said that, his companion pointed to a person standing on a small stone pier a few dozen meters away.

"See? That's the Night's Watch."

"Are you saying that the Night's Watch can identify the followers of the evil god?" The snakeman soldier had just joined and was not very familiar with the specific abilities of the Night's Watch, so he couldn't help but ask.

"Of course, idiot. And he's not just any Night's Watchman, he's one of the best. I heard he's called... the Demon Hunter?

I don't remember exactly, but they specialize in eliminating demons and beheading the apostles of evil gods. Anyone who believes in evil gods cannot hide from them, and once discovered, they will suffer the most severe punishment.

The snakeman veteran spoke incessantly as if he was telling a story, with a hint of mystery on his face.

The new recruits nearby listened with great interest and exclaimed in surprise from time to time.

The fact that this demon hunter looks almost the same as a normal human being is naturally related to his level.

This demon hunter is at level ten.

Half a year ago, this level was definitely considered the best among demon hunters and was quite powerful.

But now, less than half of the demon hunters have reached level ten, and the rest are around level eight or nine on average.

In other words, there is no member in the Demon Hunter team who is lower than level eight, and each of them is extremely powerful.

There is no way around it. The profession of demon hunter and its own characteristics are destined to make them possess terrifying lethality when dealing with all kinds of evil and corrupted beings.

This made them feel like a fish in water after entering the Tower of Trials.

It is rare to hear of a demon hunter dying in the Tower of Trials.

If you can kill enemies efficiently and don't die easily, you will naturally gain enough experience points.

"The Night's Watch... I wish I could join." The recruit murmured to himself, his tone full of envy.

Before he could finish his words, a slap landed on his head.

"You are really good at dreaming. I haven't even joined yet, and you are still dreaming." The veteran said dissatisfiedly.

Then he added with a hint of emotion: "But then again, who doesn't want to join the Night's Watch?"

As early as half a year ago, more and more people in the United Army wanted to join the Night's Watch, and now almost every soldier in the United Army is eager to become a member of the Night's Watch.

After all, the Night's Watch not only improves their strength, but also receives various favorable treatments and special gifts from the world. How can people not envy them?

Suddenly, the night watchman they were talking about took action. His figure flashed out like a ghost, and before anyone could react, he pinned a young man to the ground.

"You guys always think you can get away with it?"

He cursed and lifted the young man up.

"Sir, sir, please let him go. He... he is my son. He has done nothing wrong!"

The old woman next to him was so frightened when she saw this scene that she trembled all over. She rushed over and knelt on the ground begging bitterly.

The night watchman turned his head and glanced at the old woman who was pulling at her calf.

"Your son?"

"Yes, sir, he is my only son. My other children went to the battlefield... They never came back. My husband also died on the battlefield. This is my only child left. Please spare him..."

Obviously, the old woman did not know the true situation of her child and just kept begging for mercy.

The surrounding refugees retreated to the side, leaving a circle of space.

Many soldiers had gathered around, raised their weapons and pointed them at the terrified young man.

"Don't act so pitiful here." The night watchman looked at the boy's expression and said with disgust.

Without turning his head, he said to the old woman, "You say this is your son? Then take a good look and see if he is."

As he spoke, a strange power surged from the Night Watchman's wrist and flowed into the young man's body.

"Ahhh! Mom, help me! It hurts!"

The miserable cry made the old woman next to her burst into tears on the spot.

"grown ups!"

Various pleas for mercy continued to come out of the old woman's mouth.

However, the Night's Watch remained unmoved.

The refugees around them also looked terrified.

The screams grew louder and louder, causing many refugees to empathize and shed tears. It was truly tragic.

The night watchman said with disdain: "You are still playing this trick. If you like it so much, then go to hell!"

After saying that, a dagger appeared in his hand and he stabbed without hesitation.

Just as the dagger was about to stab the boy, he blocked the blade with both hands and was pierced by the dagger, but was not injured in the vital parts.

"You damned degenerate! A traitor who doesn't believe in my God!"

A strange, sharp voice shouted, and then the boy's skin began to melt, turning into a lavender creature with a strange humanoid body.

As soon as the monster appeared, screams were heard all around.

The moment it revealed its true form, the Night Watchman's dagger was quickly pulled out and directly cut off its head.

"Pretentious piece of shit."

The Night Watchman casually threw the monster's body on the ground and watched it gradually turn into ashes under the rejection of the world.

"These guys are showing up slower and slower now... I guess it won't be long before the bodies won't dissipate so easily."

The night watchman muttered as he turned to look at the old woman who was standing there in a daze.

He sighed helplessly and turned away.

"Sir, does this old woman need..." a soldier stepped forward and asked.

Hearing this, the night watchman glared at him.

"There's nothing wrong with her. Just keep an eye on her and make her life easier. She's just a poor soul who's been deceived by these degenerates."

The soldier nodded, indicating that he understood. (End of this chapter)