"Isn't the devil the highest and legendary? Why don't you go down and charge?"
Hill heard the players downstairs talking.
Fran was holding his cheek with one hand, looking solemn, and recording the undead's introduction to the devil with the other hand.
At this time, I put down my pen with great interest and wanted to know what the undead thought of this matter.
"Fuck you." Yu Luofanchen said rudely, "Didn't Noah conspire with the Noble Temple?
Seeking death!
See if the devil can't get into Salal, will he turn around and go back?"
"Don't be stupid." Xueyunfeng also said, "There are so many undead people. It's not like the other side doesn't know about them. If they dare to come, they must have support.
Just wait until the big BOSS comes out, and then we will teleport there and fight him! His merits must be very high!"
There was a chorus of agreement below. No matter what the other side's plot was, no one thought their side would lose.
"The undead really believe in His Majesty the King!" Fran sighed sincerely, "Not even the Salar people are so loyal."
No, they are convinced that the game company will never let the player camp lose to a pulp.
There are NPCs who have died heroically, but what does it have to do with them? At most, some players who are addicted to the plot will scold them for a few days for planning.
Anyway, in Big Boss Time and Space, Second Boss William will not die, and not many people will care who dies.
Hill silently lowered his eyelids, so no matter how good his relationship with the player was, he would never participate in such a war.
With the lessons learned from the incident in the Black and White Road territory, no one would find it strange that Hill would not enter the player's territory again.
"Sir, Mr. Frank." Martha appeared, "The mage gentlemen living on the fourth floor have decided to leave and asked me to convey my apology to them for having to leave.
They said that considering how familiar the undead people were with demons, the process on His Majesty's side would be very fast, and there was no need for them to continue to work in vain.
On the contrary, because the demon attack was such a big deal, they were a little worried about their family and decided to go back.
It’s a pity that there is no contribution, and Mr. Frank’s kindness in inviting them to participate in such an important matter was wasted.”
Hill was confused: "Leave directly?"
He stood up and took a look: those old mages were quite strong. Even in the predicament of being surrounded by whispers from the undead, they still insisted on staying at the center of the purification circle.
"They even pretended to be faint, how could they come to say goodbye to us?" Fran also glanced outside, "Don't worry, pretending not to know anything, this is your greatest courtesy to them.
Already."
"A very interesting thing. Not to mention that almost all low-level demons have appeared here, there are also many types of high-level demons, but there is no six-armed snake demon that we encountered last time on the Black and White Road." The witness said with great interest.
Said, "In other words, the demon king facing these abyss gates is probably not the same one."
Fran was stunned for a moment and tightened his grip on the pen in his hand.
Hill comforted him and said, "Don't worry. Since the undead know it, His Majesty the King and others must know better."
Fran shook his head: "I know His Majesty the King's temper very well. If he was really sure of dealing with the demons, he would have let the undead rush out and kill them all.
He will not look down on a trashy country like Noah."
Hill sighed softly: "Actually, the reason why Noah cooperated with the Noble Temple is because of the location of the Gate of the Abyss, right?
It must be near their border, otherwise the devil would not let go of such a good soul.
Compared to being invaded by demons and only offending Salar, Noah probably thinks this is more cost-effective."
"The Noble Temple, in order to be separated from the demons on the surface, must have made great efforts to keep the demons outside Noah." Fran said slowly, "But Noah will not give nothing."
Hill hadn't reacted at first, but after thinking for a while, his eyes suddenly widened: "They gave the people on the border to the devil?"
"His Majesty the King will judge that Noah may not have resisted, but many of the great nobles in the north of their country have fled.
But their troops defending the border have indeed withdrawn to garrison in the largest city in the north.
The Gate of the Abyss will not appear in a deserted place.
But the devil came to Salar too fast! It doesn’t seem like he was resisted."
Hill silently closed his eyes and tightly suppressed the unspoken curses.
"This is the real nobility." Fran said coldly, "Even those in Salar who are frightened by His Majesty the King will not make other choices."
"Will they really continue to cooperate with the Noble Temple?" Hill murmured, "That is the evil camp!"
"The victor will live forever." Fran said briefly, "His Majesty the King has long been mentally prepared."
"If they really cooperate with the Noble Temple and cooperate with the devil inside and outside, it will be treason!" Hill felt incredible, "They will die with their family!"
"The Temple of Nobles has stood in the human world for 100,000 years." Fran sneered, "There are always people who feel that in terms of conspiracy and conspiracy, the New God will never be able to defeat the God of Nobility and Royal Power."
Hill watched Fran reciting the full name of the God of Nobles word by word, murderous intent lingering around him.
He looked up at the sky. There was no sign of divine punishment. Has the God of Nobility and Royal Power really come down?
Or is it that the divine domain of the God of Time and Space has firmly guarded the area around Salar, and no matter how many times the name of the god is spoken, other gods cannot impose divine punishment?
No, there is another possibility. Hill looked at the spitting players below. Maybe some gods have blocked Salal's call, right?
"What are the demons waiting for?" The witness who introduced for a long time was speechless, and the video kept stopping at the succubus.
Soon, you will see what the demons are waiting for.
Everyone who attacked in the first wave knew that they were going to die, even the devil was not willing to die in vain.
So the result of their stalemate for a period of time was that hundreds of thousands of original demons plus coward demons, escorted by the Quasai demons with relatively strong defense, attacked the city wall.
"Okay, the first wave is the attack of large, medium and small vomiting groups." The witness said feebly, "I hope that this time we will kill the Quasai Demons as well."
The players who were sitting crookedly on the city wall began to stand up one after another. Behind the knights standing solemnly in armor, there were several rows of mages.
Fran sighed softly. They had inquired and found out that mages were not an easy profession among the undead. Only one out of a hundred people could become a mage.
But no matter what the odds are, given the huge number of undead people, it is a number that makes mages in this world stunned.
The staff raised every 30 seconds caused a continuous blizzard to fall outside the city wall.
Six rows of mages cast spells like a relay, causing the city wall a hundred meters away to be completely submerged by heavy snow.
After seeing that the cannon fodder was basically used up, Quasaimo planned to turn around and go back.
However, the mage standing in the last row wearing a robe and a hood waved his hand and summoned a row of space-time dragons. The long-awaited space-cutting ultimate move was released mercilessly, killing these
The quasai demon was cut into pieces.
Hill was very surprised, weren't these people hiding in order to make a surprise attack from behind? Why were they exposed in the first place?
"Have you found the spy?" Fran said softly, "I don't know who is so stupid."
Hill tilted his head and glanced at his grandfather who knew everything. When did Frank and William have such a close relationship?
"His Majesty the King's alchemy factory is very suitable to my liking." Fran didn't even need to look at it to know that Hill's little face must be full of doubts. "Some of the ideas he put forward also gave me a lot of inspiration. King
Your Majesty, you are very generous and don't care at all how much resources are wasted in my laboratory, and you will immediately send new ones before they are used up."
Because he is already a god, does he retain all his memories? Hill is very jealous. If he were not always building bridges and houses in the spiritual sea, he would have forgotten all the downpipe circuit diagrams, but he can remember the concrete proportions firmly, but here he can't
Totally useless.
Moreover, Hill glanced at Frank. Is this the technology tycoon who was stunned by the generous financial backer?
Hill actually thinks that this is more likely to be the meaning of the God of Time and Space. Only the big guys who have been working in the laboratory all year round and making a living with funds allocated know how to make the same type of flanges work sincerely.
He glanced at Fran who was unfazed. Anyway, it was something that both parties were satisfied with, and Hill didn't need to worry too much.
As a result of all the cannon fodder being wiped out, the demons were well prepared, but none of the high-level Quasai demons came back alive, which still caused quite a commotion among them.
The current situation is that it's either all up or no magic.
But if you go all the way, you have to have a leader, and it seems that no devil is willing.
"What are you thinking about?" the witness muttered, "Don't be afraid! Come on! Raise your little whip and see which side will receive the whipping of love!"
Hill quickly glanced at Fran and found that he was completely immune to the nonsense of the undead. He could turn a deaf ear and lower his head to re-write the common knowledge about demons he had just recorded.
"The spy has been caught!" the undead shouted from below.
"Who is it? I can't think of anyone following William who is so stupid."
"Remember that witch Cassel? One of her top four male favorites."
"Who is it? I have no impression at all!"
"It's the old king's mistress that Hill sent from the original Haifa. Didn't she bring the evidence to William? The one from the Cortez royal family!"
Hill froze, why did he get involved with him again?
"Is she that old witch who always flirts with William?" came a girl's voice, "I remember, didn't Hill call her Grandma Cassel? There's still one on that video forum!"
"William became annoyed with her later. The woman relied on her own merits and went to see him every day. Wait, eh, old cat, have you seen the video of William pretending to be stupid and asking how old the woman is? Watch it.
Look, the devil hasn’t come yet!"
Lao Mao didn't say anything, but the live broadcast placed in the upper left corner and the constantly switching screens told everyone that he knew where to watch it.
The first person to appear was Hill, standing there, facing Kassel with a voluptuous figure and a sad face, and said seriously: "Grandma Kassel, I'm sorry, I'm still young, please keep your distance."
Hill looked at the edited and pieced-together video and felt suffocated. The two extra sentences were cut from who knows which paragraph, and they really made them lip-sync.
Fran was very interested and even slightly crossed his legs.
The people below laughed, and Hill could feel many eyes looking upward.
He leaned back slightly, his hands ready to move to close the window.
Fortunately, Lao Mao knew that his immediate superior was watching, and quickly cut to William.
This should be a scene taken in the Palace of Cortez from outside the palace’s wide open door.
William was lazily leaning on the throne, receiving visitors.
A whistle suddenly sounded, and Cassel walked in wearing the uniform of the undead.
Those are clothes that even the most daring girls of the undead tribe don’t necessarily wear. Those who dare to run around in this kind of clothes are all the gender-changers.
A bellyband-like top with nothing on the back except for a thin sling around the neck.
The skirt on the lower body is almost a triangular piece of tulle, wrapped around the waist with a golden chain.
As the camera moves from left to right, you can almost feel the wonder of the person taking the photo.
William, who was slapped in the face very quickly, didn't have any surprised expression. When he saw Cassel's expression, it was almost as if he saw a posing gorilla.
Fran laughed softly. Hill looked over curiously and moved his chair next to Fran.
"His Majesty the King is already a god. He looks at people's souls, not their appearance."
Hill glanced sympathetically at William on the screen. How miserable!
Maybe William would rather see a gorilla!
"Master Cassel, speaking of which, I have always wanted to know who is older, you or our late king of Salar?" William said expressionlessly, "How old are you? There is no need to keep it a secret, right?"
The charming Cassel's smile froze for a full minute before he turned around and left without courtesy.
As the laughter and stomping came from below, Hill couldn't help but muttered: "Ah, maybe we can understand that lady's betrayal?"
Then he was lightly patted on the head by Fran.
As the battlefield footage was cut back to the center of the screen, the witness seemed to be talking about this: "It is actually normal for Ms. Cassel to betray. For a woman, she is not yet 100 years old after all.
How can you be compared with the 200-year-old King Salar!"
The witness still couldn't help but laugh, "Perhaps the two idiot kings of Hafa Sardo left a too deep impression on her? We'd better not mention her, and save some face for the dead."
Hill was a little surprised. Was he executed directly? Then Cassel must have done more than betraying William and passing news to the Noble Temple.
Fran frowned: "She must be trying to do something disgusting like youth potions again!"
A youth potion using virgin blood as the main ingredient?
Isn't this an evil potion that all temples work together to destroy? Fran doesn't know the formula, so why does Kassel know it?
"There are rumors among most of the royal family." Frank explained to Hill directly, "I just don't dare to cause harm to anyone. No princess dares to stay in the country without looking at Salar."
"Don't think about it, otherwise why would there be so many Gates of the Abyss?" Fran slammed the table with his fingers, "The devil is moving."
