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Chapter twenty-seven finally fight

Hill had dinner and sat on the sofa until very late, but Fran and Adrian didn't come either.

What happened? Hill was a little worried.

On the branches of the moon, the maple leaves on the trees were flying in the moonlight. Hill, who couldn't sleep, silently looked at the red leaves flying in the sky, carefully communicating with the natural spirit around him.

Something happened, but it has nothing to do with you?

If something happens to Fran, it will definitely affect him, that is, he won't be able to come and there will be outsiders around him, right?

Hill sat on the window sill and waited quietly. For legal professions with very high mental power, they actually require very little sleep time. However, Hill could always remember his mother's instructions to sleep well and eat well, which he used to feel nagging.

The instructions were given, but now Hill resolutely obeyed them.

People only know how to cherish when they lose it. When Hill heard this kind of words before, he thought it was boring chicken soup, until he actually lost it.

I never felt regret before, just because what I lost was not my heart.

The moonlight was dim, and Hill was immersed in memories.

There was a loud bang, and Hill was almost stunned.

He quickly flew to the roof and looked around. Damn the air ban, he didn't even know what had happened.

Hill saw groups of players running towards the inner city gate quickly: the city gate, which was never opened at night, was blown open by thousands of mage players.

It seems that something happened in the outer city.

Hill thought about it for a moment, thinking that the gang thing might have exploded.

It seems that after the players endured it for a few days, they finally got a big deal.

It is estimated that the players only thought that the gang's trouble-making was a plot mission, so they tolerated it for the past few days. But did their retreat make the gang feel easy to bully? Is this taking action on the players?

Well, now it's become a regional mission.

Hill thought that the conflict had probably started for a long time. The players living there should be low-level individual people, or workers seeking excitement.

The fight probably started when night fell, but at least there was no big fuss when Hill closed the door. After all, we were romantically drunk and in the mood for recording.

The gangsters would never have imagined that targeting a few low-level professionals would cause such a big fuss.

Mages are all trained by masters, and no one dares to attack. Low-level swordsmen and knights have always been the targets of gangs. Men can be used as thugs, and women are bought by many nobles.

Especially when there are so many charming female swordsmen among the players.

Hill had long noticed their swordsman outfits: low-cut leather jackets, ultra-short leather pants, black silk thighs, high-heeled leather boots, and black cloaks fluttering in the wind, which looked sassy and charming.

Players probably can't understand why the NPC in their eyes would be so stimulated by such popular costumes that they would do evil things.

In their eyes, this is an unexpected local map mission.

He actually dared to stop them from going out to do their mission, what a mere city gate!

Hill suddenly chuckled, the outer city will be emptied today.

Anyone who dares to take action against the players will be marked with a red name. In the past two days, those who caused trouble by secretly poking at them will probably be wiped out by the players.

No one would dare to go to William's side to cause trouble for such idiots who dared to take action against God's professionals. Anyone who dared to say that the city gate was broken would be considered a pig.

If William prevents the undead from rescuing his fellow tribesmen in distress, he can label him as a gang associate if he wants.

The nobles who dare to speak out at this time must be closely related to the gang, and maybe they are the boss behind the scenes. In this world, no one will pay attention to things that have nothing to do with their own interests, let alone offend more than ten people.

The race of gods favored by all professions.

Hill believed that no matter how ruthless William became in this world, he would definitely be beaten to death when faced with such a stupid nobleman who could only survive by seducing people, gambling, buying and selling people, and exploiting women.

No one who has survived in modern society can't help but feel disgust and pity when they see that kind of miserable life for the first time. Even if they can only look at it and say it without moving, the disgusting and embarrassing feeling in their hearts will always remain.

Players who have seen this disgusting plot have been scolding. In the past two days, Hill has heard several female players angrily scolding the planner for not being a good person. Anyone who would write such a dark plot must be mentally ill, discriminate against women, and have a natural instinct.

abnormal.

When Sky Knight players took their younger brothers and sisters shopping, they were stopped by lustful nobles who wanted to buy beautiful guards. There were several incidents where they almost killed people because of this.

William's followers ran all over the streets, asking these nobles to stay away from the God's Familiar Clan, but there were always some idiots who couldn't understand human speech.

Fortunately, the players only thought it was an incidental plot, so they beat him to death and let him go.

The reason why Hill Street is quiet is that, firstly, there is Hill, a great mage who has good relations with the undead, and secondly, because the barons are still a bit timid.

The nobles absolutely cannot understand how the undead can unanimously attack the outside world, with more than 100,000 people! They probably feel that they have won over many players these days, after all, they are a race that can be hired by paying money.

It's a pity that players won't think that you are trying to win over him because of the money and goods, and they will only say that you have accepted a particularly lucrative mission.

William never cared about the big nobles trying to win over the undead, so no one found it strange?

Probably everything was attributed to God's will.

But red names have strange meanings, which are particularly clear in this kind of foreign war.

Even if the competition methods between players are insidious and vicious, the fights will never end. If you, an NPC, want to stir up trouble, you have to kill the boss first and then divide the spoils. If the division cannot be divided, then fight again. Who is afraid of whom?

No matter how gentle and cute Hill appears, no matter how beautiful and elegant he looks like a spring flower, if he dares to make a move against the player, it will only be a few more photos taken with the corpse.

This is a battle with no doubt about the outcome. Hill estimates that Fran and the others will just watch and let him go as long as they don't break into the inner city.

Unexpectedly, it was the players in the inner city who fought out first.

Hill opened a bottle of wine, gave the moon a distant toast, drank it all in one gulp, and went to sleep.

When Hill got up in the morning, he saw that there were not many people in line, but everyone had serious expressions and looked at the competitors next to them with stern eyes.

Hill understood that this was a gang that came to restock. It seemed that the battle last night had emptied all their inventory. And the fighting was probably still going on, otherwise there would always be night owls who would come to buy things first and then go offline to sleep.

Hill quickly looked at the medicine cabinet and replaced all the less popular medicines with healing potions and magic potions.

Hill also put his own low-level medicine on the shelves. This kind of low-level medicine for mages and knights is very expensive and few people buy it, but now it is estimated that players will need it.

Hill waved to open the door and sat down to wait for the ending.

The professional purchasers sent by the gang were really powerful, filling up the medicine cabinet in the blink of an eye.

Seeing the rapidly decreasing amount of medicine, Hill ignored what he had said yesterday that he would never restock, and asked the puppets to quickly replenish the goods in the warehouse.

Hill feels that after this battle, the players will be out of ammunition and food. He hopes that the harvest from destroying the gang will be enough for them.

After the group left, no one came in again.

Hill almost wanted to see how intense the fight was. You should know that there are definitely many casual parties in every game, but no one came to buy anything.

At noon, Adrian came.

He saw Hill sitting by the window having lunch and said directly: "Give me one too."

Hill smiled and took out a steak set meal: "Have you finished all your stock?"

Adrian rolled his eyes at him: "There are not many people like you who would get a ring specifically for food."

He ate quickly, looking like he hadn't eaten for several meals.

After Hill finished eating, he put away his tableware, poured a glass of juice and drank it slowly.

The autumn sunshine was shining warmly on him, and he was in a good mood.

Adrian finished his meal and disappeared the tableware: "Where's mine?"

Hill laughed and brought him a drink: "What stimulated you?"

"It's terrible how crowded there are!" Adrian lamented: "The entire Paar Street has been flattened, and the three underground floors have been dug out. Now the two streets next door will also be dug up."

Hill smiled and said: "Didn't my grandfather always want to know how many mages there are in the undead? Do you know this time?"

Adrian sneered: "Let the teacher hear your gloating tone! Let's see if he still says you are well-behaved!"

Hill laughed: "When did the fight start? Why hasn't it ended yet?"

"The undead are really vengeful! They have a way of marking hostility, and now they plan to not let anyone go!

William sent out all the royal guards, and no one was allowed to go in at the inner city gate, so I followed William's guards and came in."

He suddenly laughed: "Some undead people in the inner city who didn't go out last night are also searching the city! They didn't even spare the area near the temple! Many of those who escaped in the middle of the night last night were pulled out and beaten to death."

"Pulled out of a noble's mansion?"

"That's right. Most of them are earls' palaces, with a few marquises here and there."

"No one stopped me?"

"The Heavenly Knight of the Nofa family stepped in to stop him, but was directly burned to death by the overwhelming fireball.

There are hundreds of great mages! They all learned the fire element, it’s so scary. No one dares to show up anymore!"

Zoroastrianism will always be prosperous, Hill complained.

He said to Adrian: "Go and replenish the medicine cabinet first. It will probably be sold out this morning."

Adrian looked up in surprise: "Did they take the medicine while taking the injection? No wonder they didn't take a break after being beaten for so long."

He quickly replenished the medicine cabinet: "I don't have many supplies now. The teacher probably has some. The magician-level ones are so expensive, can these undead people afford them?"

Hill pointed to the glove cabinet and said: "Grandpa's alchemy hut has sold 8 pieces. I want to get a few more from him! No matter how expensive the medicine is, someone will buy it!"

Hill estimated that those medicines that increase the physical constitution and the upper limit of magic power will increase attribute points for players. Not many natives are willing to buy such expensive medicines that can only increase a small part of their strength.

Players are absolutely willing to spend money to add one or two attributes.

Adrian said: "The teacher's potion can only be flower spar."

"In their eyes, crystal stones are just gold coins with higher value."

Adrian sighed: "Okay! Okay! It seems that the plane elements of the undead are more powerful! I don't know what energy they use."

Hill didn't want to discuss such an easy-to-talk issue, so he changed the subject directly and said: "Hurry up and replenish the warehouse. Someone will definitely come in the afternoon. Then tell me how the fight started yesterday. I have been waiting for you.

Come and clear up the confusion!”

Adrian patted Hill on the head angrily and went upstairs to restock.

Hill leaned on the sofa with a smile and waited. It must be a beautiful story.


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