In the process of exploration, God is also insignificant.
——General Guidelines of the Exploration Association
“I have come here through so much hardship, just to be immortalized on this stage.
I want to be covered with honor and fame, and be showered with money and gain. I want to become famous and renowned. I want to be like Kannepal Tiphon, an epic that is not sung by people, yet is sung by others!
Coward, you are still a Zilaner, why do you want to be a deserter! "
Weissman and Hans rolled together, punching each other's faces with their fists, spitting out teeth mixed with blood.
"Why would you lead your brothers to risk their lives just for your own selfish reasons? Why!"
Hans was not to be outdone, and slammed his head into Weissman's cheek. The blood from his nose splashed on his face, making him look particularly hideous.
"This is your land, why do you say that?"
"It belongs to the nobles, not us. I will go to White Wave Island with Boss Xia Lan. I won't shed a drop of blood for those people!"
The two men were like wild beasts biting each other. The camp was full of chaos. Tents were pushed over, flags were knocked over, dust was flying, and there was chaos.
"Please make way, please make way."
Cassio of the Magic Council carefully stepped over the struggling soldiers of the Sixth Brigade rolling on the ground, and came to Xia Lan leading his argali.
"Brigade Commander Xia Lan, I think you need to take charge of these energetic young men."
Cassio nimbly dodged the flying helmet, pulled the knocked-out magician disciple out of the melee, and said to Xia Lan helplessly.
"Senior Cassio, if they are too energetic, just let them use it up. It's no big deal. Please prepare the healing magic."
Because of the noise around them, Xia Lan spoke very loudly, almost shouting.
He had no other choice but to let these guys vent their anger for now. With the Magic Council and the Church of the Earth watching, no one would be killed.
The composition of the Sixth Brigade is complex. Some people just want to make a living, but more people join the Holy Army because they want to stand out and get the predicted "reward for bravery".
Fame and fortune are tempting poisons that can make people travel thousands of miles to jump into the meat grinder, not to mention the rust-covered world of the atrium.
Those who started the fight were divided into the pro-war faction and the passive faction. The pro-war faction wanted to seize the opportunity to soar to the sky in the changing situation, while the passive faction just wanted to hide behind like before and wait for the war to end.
Xia Lan really wanted to say: Everyone, what the Great Sage Xinglin said is all lies. He is just trying to trick fools like you into joining the game.
But he couldn't say that the deification ceremony that took place every ten years or so was always conducted in this way, just with different scales. The one on Zilaner Island was more complicated and on a bigger scale, with an entire country being used as the stage. Anyone who knew the inside story knew what was going on.
If he exposed the dark side, Mu Ye would not let him off, and the powerful forces in the Central Court would not let him off easily. Moreover, he had a lot of "business" in the deification ceremony, and he was also one of the beneficiaries.
The coalition forces were numerous and had many eyes, so he couldn't say: Stop fighting, you are already people of the Kingdom of Faox, there is no benefit for you, but if you want fame, he can let every citizen know your name.
More and more members of the coalition forces were converging towards the Sixth Brigade, but were stopped by the gray fog of the Church of the Earth.
"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen the pre-battle warm-up?"
The old man just gave the onlookers a look and told them to get out, including some big shots.
"You really don't care?"
Frederick looked at Xia Lan who was unmoved and asked worriedly.
"Not everyone is like Hans, who simply doesn't want to make unnecessary sacrifices. Most people are cowards, and they will shrink back no matter who they are fighting for.
Believe it or not, when we go to war with other countries in the future, as long as they say that we are a country founded by a group of barbarians, some people in them will immediately kneel down and surrender.
The problems with Weisman and the others are minor ones. It's normal for young people to be too impulsive. What's worrying is that they lack ambition."
The interests of a country are never just about defending against foreign enemies, not to mention in such a turbulent time, a sentence like "He didn't hit me, why should I fight to the death" can make an army useless.
Xia Lan stretched, picked up the Wind's Call and kicked away the two guys who rolled to his feet.
"gather!"
Xia Lan's magic shout echoed in the military camp, and the melee stopped instantly. The wounded soldiers slowly gathered and formed a formation.
"Everyone, this is my mistake. Your comfortable life has made you forget who you are and what you are here for!
Once your wounds are healed, I will ask General Paro to join the fight. I won't force anyone who doesn't want to fight. They can still go to White Wave Island and remain my subjects, but they won't be my warriors anymore."
These days they helped Xia Lan gather refugees, and carried out his military orders without hesitation, truly regarding him as their leader, and he respected everyone's choice.
"Boss, I've come here through so much hardship just for the prophecy of the great sage. I don't want to give up. No matter what his followers gain after the 'Shepherd Girl' drives out the darkness, I will still follow you after the holy war. It's my honor to be your warrior."
Weisman half-knelt with the soldiers to invite him to fight. This kind of "periodic activity" must provide "boxed lunches" for the actors, otherwise so many people would not be so happy to throw themselves into the fire.
The astrologer's predictions were entirely based on probability, but the deification ritual accounted for 90% of the credit for his ability to have such an influence in the atrium.
Hans also half-knelt down with some of the people who were still standing:
"Boss Xia Lan, where your sword points, my life follows. If we must fight, Hans and the Sixth Brigade are not cowards."
Xia Lan was silent for a while, then glanced at the people who were still standing, without any blame in his eyes: "I know you joined the Holy Army in order to survive, but I will still fulfill my promise, and you can go to my territory.
Frederick, take a headcount and have it ready when I return."
Xia Lan left without looking back, leaving everyone looking at each other in confusion.
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