Comrades

People liked to educate others.

When others do things that are not expected of them, people would not hesitate to step forward and take responsibility, and constantly vent their dissatisfaction.

Some people would even use obscenities, without any regard for the dignity of the other party.

However, Walter did not.

He treated these female players equally.

He did not treat them as children who could not take care of themselves, and he did not spoil them too much.

He also did not take extra care of them because they were women.

This was a battlefield.

Since they were here, they were all the same warriors.

The reason why they came over to recover was that the girls were priests, that's all.

The basic 12 Gospels and the Angel's Blessinggave Walter a negligible boost.

However, what Walter valued was the support of morale.

To come to receive their help in a serious manner was to pay recognition and respect to the girls.

When the girls gave up their warrior status and returned to being fans, Walter would not hesitate to soar into the sky.

In the beginning, the girls had been wronged and cried.

They did not understand why Prince Walter did not care about their sacrifice as they traveled thousands of miles.

Prince Walter was not moved at all them giving up the comfortable life in the city and coming to the front line where monsters and dangers were everywhere.

He did not care about their efforts.

Even when they showed their excitement and joy, Walter would not hesitate to leave them.

It was as if their efforts were not worth mentioning to Walter.

Walter did not care about their tears at all.

Was it really worth it to sacrifice so much for such a person?

At this moment, a smart person stood up.

She wiped away the girl's tears and said,

"Don't cry, don't be weak."

"We are no longer ordinary girls."

"When we came to the battlefield, we were already warriors."

"Why did His Highness come here just now? Have you thought about it?"

"Why?"

The girl's eyes were full of tears, but she still wanted to know what she had done wrong.

What should she do to get His Highness Walter's care.

"Because we are warriors!"

"We are on the battlefield, we are fighting."

"His Highness Walter admitted our efforts and thought that we are trustworthy comrades, so he came."

"Even though our buffs were dispensable to His Highness Walter."

"His Highness Walter still came over, with a smile as warm as the sun."

"However, you were too excited and forgot your duty."

"Many warriors didn't need to sacrifice because you didn't replenish their status and Health in time, causing the battle line to almost collapse."

"At that moment, are you still warriors?"

"Are you still the Priest that the warriors saluted to you?"

"His Highness Walter was disappointed in you, so he naturally flew away."

"Also, there's no need for tears on the battlefield. Come, wipe your faces clean."

"Then, what should we do?"

The girl seemed to understand, but there was one sentence that she understood.

Walter had originally acknowledged her and came to her side to express his recognition and respect for her.

It was she who had let down this recognition and disappointed Walter.

Only then did Walter choose to leave.

"Do what you should do."

"As long as you are on the battlefield, you are His Highness's comrade-in-arms."

"His Highness will understand your intentions when he sees your sacrifice and devotion."

She put on a helmet for the girl and patted her own helmet.

These words were meant for others to hear as well as for herself.

Although she had figured out the crux of the matter earlier than the others, when His Highness Walter came over, her performance was not much better than the others.

The situation on the battlefield changed very quickly, and there was not much time for them to feel sad.

With the sudden appearance of a large wave of Abyssal Demon Spiders, all the teams died in the battle.

The girls were resurrected again, and some of them had already started to lose their equipment because of their repeated deaths.

However, everyone did not care.

After a short break, they added buffs to each other and began to continue to go to the battlefield.

The girls had a strong urge in their hearts.

All they wanted was to regain the recognition of His Highness Walter.

While fighting, the girls did not forget to share their experiences in the group.

Moreover, the girls' minds were much more sensitive than the boys'.

Not only would they share their experiences in the battle, but they would also carefully sum up their experiences on how to complete the 12 Gospels in the fastest way, avoiding repetition and omission.

In the end, the girls chose to be divided into groups.

Tens of thousands of girls were divided into twelve groups, marked by the hymns of their choice.

Each group chose different colors and shapes of scarves to show their differences.

On the battlefield, when there were already Priests with the same scarves as them, they would directly go to the next battlefield.

Not only did it save time for communication, but it also increased efficiency.

With the girls' efforts, the battle line quickly stabilized.

Especially with the male players joining in one after another, the battle line was injected with new vitality.

The girls' tacit cooperation and the spirit of fighting hard without fear of sacrifice also touched the male players.

More and more videos were released.

The girls' valiant bodies were recognized by more and more people.

The girls who only knew how to chase after idols, who only knew how to shout 'protect the best highness", gradually grew up.

They were even so strong that they made one's heart ache.

The girls no longer had the energy to pay attention to the comments from the outside world.

Whether it was praise or criticism, they were no longer the focus of the girls' attention.

They were no longer immersed in the atmosphere of mutual praise, intoxicated by themselves.

Instead, they cherished every minute and second they spent with Walter and did their best to organize the defense line.

Although more and more reinforcements were rushing to the front line, the situation was still not optimistic.

The average time the players died was getting shorter and shorter.

Some of them were even killed right after they went to the front line.

The girls could only strengthen their tacit understanding and strive to complete the 12 Gospels in the shortest time possible.

Let the souls of the soldiers who died in battle return to heaven.

In the early stages of this game, the level, equipment, and consciousness of the male players far exceeded that of the female players.

However, due to the problem of the choice of Class, the role of the female players on the battlefield was far greater than that of the male players.

This helped a lot of the male players who had long been killed and their accounts became empty, so they could only wear a set of clothes that the system had forced them to keep and curse.

These people did not choose to delete their accounts and leave the game like before.

Instead, they made full use of their empty accounts and their hearts, which had nothing to drop, to act as death spies.

In order to scout out a local stronghold, they were even willing to die more than ten times a day.

They were either dying or on the road to death.

Sometimes, when they finally found the Dark Elves, they were sent back by a sharp arrow before they could even take a look at how many people there were.

Even so, it was enough for them to shout and shout in excitement.

At least, they knew where the hateful Dark Elves were.