No, what do you mean "seems like"? Nothing happened. How could those two "good brothers" possibly kill each other?

Then, in less than half a minute, the two of them went to visit three nearby tents.

Each stop was short, but each time their group expanded.

Two people, five people, ten people, thirty people...

More and more people are experiencing brief periods of discomfort or slight physical incoordination, but recovering quickly.

They wandered around the military camp casually, and would greet any lone soldier they encountered with enthusiasm.

The entire military camp became somewhat quieter.

Their coach was completely unaware of this.

"Well, it's about time."

He stepped out of his tent and was surprised to see the soldiers already lined up outside.

He knew all too well what level his subordinates were usually at; sometimes they would go crazy, attacking each other was common, and some even dared to slap him across the face.

When did these people become so well-behaved?

"They must be so impatient, wanting to see the new world. It must be tough on them."

He found a reason in his heart, so he didn't care whether these people were a little strange.

They're still themselves, aren't they? It's impossible for some monster to have replaced them all, right?

That's impossible; it's not some kind of horror story.

As he walked through the ranks, he noticed a few soldiers staring at him strangely, but he paid them no mind.

He walked all the way to the front, looking at the spatial rift that was about to open, with his back to the others.

"Soldiers, do you see? The new world is right before us. Pick up your weapons, we are ready at any time..."

"call out……"

He heard the sound of the bowstring being released. Who was so nervous that their hand trembled?

He had to give them a good talking to. What if friendly forces got hurt at such a crucial time?

But why are these sounds so frequent?

When he turned around, he got the answer.

“I…”

Arrows rained down, a deluge of arrows, all aimed at him, who stood there.

No, what is this? What's going on?

What happened? What happened? What happened?

He didn't know, but his life was at stake, and the instinct for survival made him swing the weapon in his hand.

"Whoosh..." ×n

"Clang, clang, clang..."

He blocked it; he blocked the attacks, his spear deflecting the arrows. He was alright.

As long as they don't have a second chance to come, I can...

"Thump..."

What fell down? Why is the sky dark all I see?

The front was densely covered with arrows, and the commander, dressed as a hedgehog, lay on the ground.

A counterattack? He fell when the first wave of arrows came; the rest was just wishful thinking.

"Respectfully bidding farewell to the Commander on his journey to heaven!"

A group of people, with musical instruments of unknown origin, began to bang and tap around his ears, with the suona playing incessantly.

Four other people lifted him up and carried him on their shoulders while dancing.

"Why?"

He wondered if he was still dreaming.