Chapter 164 Brittania


    Mentioning their leader''s name, Artorios, had a noticeable effect on the knight Dag, sessfully quelling his anger to some extent. Drawing from his memories of the previous game, n hatched a n to meet with this legendary character, hoping that their coboration could help them clear the game. It was a risky move, but one he was willing to take.


    "You''ve witnessed the undead, and I possess knowledge of what''s happening. Please, take me to see your leader," n urged, knowing that this was their best course of action.


    With that, all 35 survivors were bound together with ropes, forming a single line, and they were led southward.


    "n, are you sure about this?" Bill, the CEO, asked, his apprehension palpable.


    n wasn''t entirely certain either. Being captured was a gamble he would rather avoid, but considering the number of yers taken captive, the presence of the Roman cavalry, and the potential opportunity to meet the Roman leader, it was the best card he had to y in their high-stakes game.


    The group marched for an hour across the simted Britanniandscape. Although it was crafted on a much smaller scale than the real thing, the attention to detail was striking. Many structures andndmarks appeared as if lifted from the pages of a history book, evoking a sense of authenticity.


    One such structure awaited them on the horizon, aRoman garrison with imposing stone walls that reached a height of 5 meters and extended across thendscape.


    It was the Hadrian''s Wall, a structure that had stood for over for centuries, marking the boundary between the Roman-upied territory and the untamed wild to the north.


    As they gazed upon this ancient wall, a Roman soldier exhibited a certain pride. One of themmented,


    "You barbarians are fortunate. You get to see the city beyond the wall." But another, with a cynicalugh, remarked that it might be thest thing they witnessed before meeting their demise.


    The yers once again felt a wave of concern wash over them, only n and Singdal remainedposed. It was as though they were mentally preparing themselves for the inevitable challenges thaty ahead.


    The garrison was protected by approximately fifty Roman soldiers, and as the group passed through, the first light of morning began to break, revealing lush green pastures. The stark contrast between the twonds was striking, yet n''s thoughts were preupied with the anticipated morning notification from the game.


    [You have passed the first night]


    [6 more nights to survive]


    [Updating current yers]


    This time, the list of yers was significantly longer, in contrast to the previous round:


    [New York Server: 3,088]


    [Paris Server: 1,462]


    [Cairo Server: 1,125]


    [Bangkok Server: 950]


    The realization that more than 200 New York server yers had perished within a mere 8 hours left n with a deep and lingering sigh. In contrast, the city that joined the game was the same and seemed to have a survival rate simr to his previous experience.


    With about 10 miles left to traverse, equivalent to a two-hour walk, the group finally reached a vibrant town teeming with hundreds of people. The atmosphere was a tumultuous mix of cheers for the returning Roman knight and anger directed at the neers, whom they viewed as barbarian intruders. Among the crowd, some individuals went as far as to hurl rocks at the group.


    "Go away!! we don''t want your kind in here!!"


    Moments after, the group arrived at a grand citadel-like pce, its stone walls and architecture disying the might and grandeur of the Roman Empire. Dozens of Roman soldiers, d in shining armor and holding gleaming weapons, stood guard, ensuring security and order in this formidable stronghold.


    As the prisoners entered the pce, the soldiers raised their voices in unison, announcing their arrival, "Knight Dag has returned with prisoners!"


    The group was then led further inside and finally left to stand in the inner courtyard, where the sunlight bathed them in a bright, warm glow. They found themselves surrounded by a formidable gathering of Roman soldiers, their disciplined ranks extending in all directions. The soldiers'' armor glistened, and their military formation was impable.


    Another knight, a champion of the Roman legion, approached Dag and engaged in a discussion about their arrival and the purpose of their capture. The topic of the conversation centered on the king''s sudden visit to the vigers living near the wall.


    "All of you wait here!" the champion ordered, and the prisoners were left standing beneath the bright, unrelenting sun. The passing hour felt like an eternity, marked only by the sounds of the Roman soldiers moving about in disciplined order.


    Then, amotion broke the stillness as a group of evenrger cavalry returned, and the announcement rang out, "Themander has returned."


    Themander in question was none other than Artorius himself. His presence was undeniable, d in dark armor with a red cape that billowed behind him, giving off an aura of majestic authority. However, there was something about his expression that hinted at the ordeals he had faced, as if he had returned from the depths of hell itself.


    Both Dag and the other knight approached Artorius, their faces etched with concern. Dag asked, "Commander, So few have returned."


    Artorius''s gaze fell upon n and the others, and his emotions seemed to surge as he questioned, "Why are there Saxons here?"


    Dag quickly offered an exnation, recounting what he had witnessed and showing Artorius the group of captives.


    Before n could offer his own exnation, a neer approached from behind the ranks of Artorius''s cavalry. It was a blond-haired man, To n''s astonishment, he recognized the man as a renowned French yer from the Paris Server.


    The man directed a stern and usatory gaze at n and the others, dering, "These people are not to be trusted" His words cast a shadow of doubt over the Romans, turning the situation into a dire andplicated predicament. It was a disaster that n had not foreseen.