Chapter 401 Second Infection
Many times, only when disaster inevitably strikes, can we see clearly those great souls hidden under mediocrity and weakness. There are many such people, so many that there are no examples. For example, the vast majority of the people in the joint force under Mo Tan's command, those who are difficult to be infected by the plague, have countless opportunities to leave this dangerous place, but they still fight on the front line day and night; There are many ordinary people who clearly have enough excuses to hide behind, but do not hesitate to accompany those 'professionals' into danger, and they don't know what they are planning.
So no matter they are powerful or Weak and weak people, whether they are a warrior who can stand up to ten warriors carrying a cauldron, or a civilian cook wielding a big ladle of fried rice, are all qualified to be called great or heroes, which are worthless to a dead person and worthless to a living person. No., because these people are either fighting for the lives of others, 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 and 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, really - most people.
It is real enough and should not be defined as ugly. It is 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 cannot solve the extra-point questions at critical moments will be shown in a very embarrassed manner, making it difficult for onlookers not to feel disgusted, even if these 'bystanders' themselves are thrown into the air. Natural and man-made disasters that can be resisted will most likely have the same ending.
Whether human nature is inherently good or human nature is inherently evil, there is no right or wrong between these two positions, because people are different.
Gahres has always felt this way, so he did not develop any disgust at all because of the 'ugliness' of the people in front of him, because he knew very well that if the Innocence of Innocence was not a game, if he did not get the girl's Salvation will only be the same as these people.
"Sir, Master 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: "Let Your Highness, please save me. I'm dying. I'm going to die soon. I don't want to die."
Gaheres shook his head slightly and sighed: "I'm not a priest, and besides. Her Majesty the Saint also needs to rest, so please go back first.”
“No, you are talking nonsense, how could Her Majesty the Saint need a 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 favored by God? How can a person favored by God need to rest? I, I am a staunch believer of the Dawn Sect, you cannot abandon me."
Gaheres did not no cause He laughed 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. He had always been known for being friendly and enthusiastic in the past. After his wife died of illness, he sold most of his family property, bought a large amount of grain from a businessman who had made a fortune, and gave it to those who were almost starving to death for free. He was very famous among many people who also came from Baita City.
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 emerged in his mind, and then raised his voice and loudly said to the crowd in front of him: "Her Royal Highness the Saint is indeed a favored one by God, but God The beloved is also a human being, she will be injured, bleed, and tired, so she naturally needs rest. She is just too tired.”
“Do you think we are not pious enough?”
The old man interrupted Gaheres's words 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!"
< br>Gaheres, 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.”
"Arrange the order of treatment 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 was blind. One eye and one leg, isn’t that serious enough?”
Gaheres was silent for a moment, nodded slightly and said: “Yes. It’s not serious enough, there are more situations worse than you. of people have not received treatment.”
"You, you, ugh."
The old lizard man gentleman was so angry that he was dizzy. His throat was sore that he spurted out two mouthfuls of black blood. He collapsed to the ground helplessly, tremblingly. He raised his crutch and pointed at Gaheres: "You want me to die, bastard, you, you just want me to die."
The latter just shook his head slightly: "I don't want anyone to die, Your Highness the Saint I don’t want anyone to die.”
“You’re talking nonsense!”
A haggard 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, Your Highness, to save his life suddenly turned into a monster, and his head was chopped off by him. Why didn't you save us? "< br>
His eyes were splitting as he pointed at a just knight not far away, his expression full of despair and fear.
"Everyone infected with the plague is likely to turn into a monster."
Gaheres took a deep breath and calmly said to the elf man in front of him: "The more serious the condition, the more serious the disease. The more likely people are to mutate, this is one of the main reasons why we need to save the seriously ill first.”< br>
The other party sneered: "To put it nicely, I only see you killing people with ease. No matter who gets into trouble, a knight will rush to the scene and chop off the person's head immediately, but I haven't even seen him a few times. Her Majesty."
"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 you suppress it forcefully, , they will only become more resentful."
Gaheres, however, had no intention of leaving. He still stood in front of the crowd that gathered more than a third of the entire camp, and whispered: "If possible. , I want to communicate with them again."
The Paladin rolled his eyes covertly, and then said seriously: "It's useless, these people can't communicate at all now, and His Highness Wangyu can't do it first. Save these people who still have the strength to run here, but there are countless people who 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 many of what they said were completely illogical?
Don’t they know that what they did was just unreasonable?
Don’t they know that their views are full of logical loopholes?
No, they know, anyone who can think calmly knows, but these people deliberately do not consider this, or they are completely indifferent to it, but clearly emphasize how much they need it Help, how much you need saving, how pitiful you are, because 'reason' cannot save yourself, 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 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 doesn’t even know how to stop it, Gaheres still stands 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, you are so weak I can’t bear it.”
Gaheres nodded lightly: "Thank you, I know."
"What are you secretly discussing!"
Someone in the crowd started to shout again, shouting ' If you want to see Her Royal Highness the Saint, push forward.
However, at this moment, the old lizardman gentleman from before suddenly trembled. He straightened up completely contrary to common sense, turned back suddenly and chewed half of the face of the elf next to him. Then he roared and pounced on Gahres, who was closest to him.
The paladin next to him reacted at the critical moment. Before he could draw his sword, he stretched out his right hand and punched the mutant before Gaheres was knocked down. Chest, after shaking him back, he prayed in a low voice, then pointed his sword into a sword 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.
“It’s okay.”
After killing the mutant transformed from the lame lizard man, Robert immediately looked around the crowd vigilantly and relaxed after finding no new monsters appearing. He took a breath and whispered: "This round is over."
But before he could finish breathing, the crowd was boiling!
“Kill people, Father Heber was killed by the Paladin!”
"What's wrong with that little elf brother?"
"He's dead!"
"Don't you say that only people with serious conditions can turn into monsters? Why was Father Heber not given priority for treatment? Turned into a monster!”
“Where is Her Majesty the Saint!”
“That paladin only guarded their own people and watched this kind person. The little elf who was holding daddy was bitten to death!”
"Please let Her Majesty the Holy Lady save my wife. I don't have to save her. I can turn into a monster and let you kill me at will, but please save my wife!"
"Is she not sick? You are well protected, and you are not in danger, so of course you can make sarcastic remarks as you please.”
There will always be someone to blame! For his own benefit, he secretly 'incited' himself among the crowd. He would not take the initiative or take the lead, and he also tried to share the benefits gained from petitions or riots. Therefore, when Father Heber was killed by Robert Knight After the killing, some thoughtful people started shouting and screaming in the crowd, not only making people recognize who they were, but also arousing everyone's excitement.
At this time, if you say, 'It's not that serious people will become monsters, but the more serious the disease, the higher the chance of becoming a monster' or 'That elf brother is too close, even if Not even a paladin could save him. Such words were meaningless and no one would listen.
So Gaheres did not try to explain, but just walked two steps forward wordlessly, standing next to the separated body of the old lizard man, facing him only a few steps away. People far away asked in a deep voice: "Someone said just now that I am standing here and making sarcastic remarks because I am not sick or in trouble, right?"
The restless crowd suddenly fell silent for a moment. It was not until a few seconds later that someone shouted loudly: "So what? Isn't that right? You don't understand how painful we are."
" Yes! You don’t understand at all!”
“There are other Paladins and Saints. Your Highness the Saint must not know how uncomfortable we are. Despair!"
"Take us to see the Saint! Let her see how miserable we forgotten people are!"
Because someone took the lead, the people started making noise again, and He began to make unreasonable accusations against the thin young man in front of him who seemed to be malnourished, and the words he said became more and more unpleasant.
"I understand what everyone means."
Gaheres did not refute a word. He just waited for people to become quiet again before he nodded and smiled, and then slowly took out a handful of tatters. The rotten short knife was casually wiped on his arm.
Blood suddenly appeared, and there was a deep wound on his arm that was not much flesh, and the blood poured down like a gate.
“Her Royal Highness the Saint knows very well how much pain you are in.”
Gaheres’ body shook a little, his slightly sallow complexion instantly became extremely pale, and the corners of his mouth turned up. With a hint of ridicule or self-deprecation: "I may not understand it thoroughly, but..."
He slowly bent down, took out an empty bottle that was rewarded by the system when he first became an alchemy apprentice, and connected a full bottle of black and smelly blood to the old lizard man's ferocious broken neck.
“I can try.”
The second time, the dirty blood filled with disease was sprinkled on the wound, and several plagues spread throughout the body in an instant.
Unlike last time, this time Gahres did it voluntarily.
His pale complexion instantly turned gray, and the wound where a whole bottle of dirty blood was poured quickly grew a layer of black mold, even if the player's senses were weakened in the game. However, this disease, which does not exist in reality, still caused huge pain to Gaheres.
A few seconds later, he stood up in front of everyone's astonished eyes
"You don't need to go to Her Majesty the Saint to argue. I can assure you here on behalf of Her Majesty that maybe the first person to receive treatment will not It’s you, but the last one to receive treatment must be me.”
Chapter 398: The End
(End of this chapter)
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