Ten thousand lives, hundreds of lives.

If you look at the numbers alone, it is clear that 10,000 is more important.

Dream walked outside the tent, and the guards who had been waiting outside for a long time motioned for Dream to follow him to the tent arranged by the general. The three of them followed behind Phantom Dream, silent.

Fortunately for Nightwind, she knew a little bit about the war on the surface, but Phil and Hane were still a little unacceptable in this regard—it was too much of a burden to end another person's life, either directly or indirectly.

Because, 10,000 lives are more than hundreds of lives, so can those hundreds of lives be sacrificed?

The dream, which was immersed in thought, was pulled back by the soldier's voice: "This is it, please." ”

"Ah...... Thank you. Dream said as she walked into the tent.

…… The style of this tent is very different from the style of other tents. I don't know what the other soldiers' tents were, but it can be inferred from the general's tent that it must have been a rather heavy style with a murderous atmosphere. The words here...... The lights were bright but not dazzling, the flames of the hearth were beating slowly, and the inner walls of the tent were filled with frescoes of the steppe, on which several horses galloped......

It doesn't look like a tent that can be set up in a war zone, does it......?

"Don't you feel like there's no battlefield atmosphere?" Night Wind sighed and sat down: "Fantasy, it's not just this tent that doesn't have the battlefield atmosphere, but also the people in the tent." ”

Yes, there is not even a bit of battlefield atmosphere in my own thoughts, as the general and himself emphasized...... This is war.

Dream sat down - the bed was soft and didn't look like anything you would find in a barracks, and Dream suspected that they had brought a whole set of tents along with the news.

Everything inside this tent was upsetting Dream. These things are obviously not on the battlefield, and they appear here, making the dream feel that the general is making a kind of sarcasm about himself - why do you have to come here when it is obviously not suitable?

"Let Dream go out for a while......" Dream said, waving his hand. It's a bit hot here, but it's the cold air outside that calms me down and sorts out the situation better.

Is there really a way to end the war even if no one dies......

Upset. The answer to this question is obvious, but the dream is just unwilling to face it.

She didn't want to sit on the magic bed, which might soon fall asleep.

Let's take a walk...... Walk around the camp. The dream left a magic mark on the location of the camp, and it would be a shame to say that it was lost.

It was already night, so there was no one else in sight in the barracks. The dream walked aimlessly until a bonfire, to be precise, the man next to the campfire caught her eye.

While campfires for heating and cooking are common in the camp, at this time of day, there are hardly any—yes, just the ones you see.

Not far away, in the roughly walled center of several tents, a soldier was crouching next to him, as if roasting something.

Of course, it doesn't matter, the most important thing is that the dream sees, that person ......

I'm smiling so much.