The distribution mechanism in Dawn is very simple. When there are both players and NPCs participating in the battle, the player must either cause a certain proportion of damage to the target, or be able to grab the final blow, otherwise there will be no gains.
The old knight's damage per hit was several hundred, and even a burst could reach thousands. How could Lu Li be able to snatch away these dozens of attacks?
"Okay, this is what young people should do," the old knight said, very satisfied with Lu Li's bellicose performance. He had no idea that Lu Li was afraid of him stealing monsters.
Groups of heavily armed paladins - the Knights of the Storm - quickly poured in outside the palace.
Lu Li was afraid that someone would steal his monster, so he moved faster and used his damage reduction skills to withstand several injuries, and finally killed the weak Faceless Man before others could take action.
Samuelson fell softly, and his body turned into a puddle of water before it even hit the ground.
There was only a small piece of strange-looking thing left in the water that looked a bit like a stump. Despite its small size, it exuded astonishing suffocating energy fluctuations. You can imagine how powerful this thing was when it was complete.
The sincere knight escorted the king away, and Lu Li didn't even have a chance to say a word to the king.
As for this small stump, it was quickly taken away by an old court mage with a snow-white beard. Judging from the old mage's solemn and cautious expression, it was estimated that its body must be something extraordinary.
Experience...no!
The equipment...has not been lost!
Title - shouldn't there be rewards for meritorious service in escorting - this can be done. Lu Li doesn't mind becoming a human noble at all. Becoming a noble can not only divide the land and build the player's own fortress, but also provide a fixed salary every month.
Receive it, but unfortunately this one is not available either.
Nothing at all!
Then why did you work so hard just now?
The old knight didn't notice Lu Li's disappointment, and even wanted to drag him to the tavern. Paladins are not ascetics, they also enjoy women and wine.
I have never heard of anyone being dragged to the Big Sword by an NPC. Under normal circumstances, they would naturally go drinking together if their friendship is good.
Lu Li was not an alcoholic, but he did not refuse such an offer. The mission this time was fruitless, so naturally he had to maintain a friendly relationship with a local snake like the old knight. Looking at the respectful attitude of the Knights of the Storm towards the old knight just now, this person
It must have some background.
As for MI7, perhaps it was due to the mutual jealousy among colleagues. As a member of the Assassin's League, Lu Li did not want to deal with them.
"I really didn't expect that something like this would happen," Lu Li started with a sigh, but he quickly turned to the topic he wanted to talk about: "By the way, I don't know your name yet. After all, we have fought together. Although I
It didn’t help much either.”
"Wendsor, just call me Windsor," the old knight said simply.
"Pfft..." The wine poured into his throat spurted out from his nostrils and mouth. Lu Li stared blankly at the old knight, completely dumbfounded.
Reginald Windsor!
Genard Windsor was once a soldier under Anduin Lothar. He followed Lothar to raid the Tower of Medivh decades ago. After the fall of Stormwind City, he followed Anduin Lothar.
Lothar led the refugees across the ocean to migrate in large numbers to Lordaeron in the north.
The Second Orc War, the Battle of Blackrock Tower... Reginald Windsor has experienced various battlefields.
He is Anduin Lothar, Turalyon's favorite commander. With his own efforts, he gradually grew from a soldier to the marshal of the Alliance Stormwind City.
Lu Li didn't know much about this type of person, but at least he had heard of his name.
"There's no need to be so arrogant. I'm actually no longer a marshal, just a veteran. This country has changed," Windsor said a little lonely.
"Why is this happening?" Lu Li asked confused.
He was not scornful because the marshal became a veteran, but he wanted to hear why Genard Windsor changed from a marshal to an ordinary person.
"Ever since His Majesty Varian disappeared and returned, everything has changed. The nobles have become increasingly decadent, and the king has almost stopped managing things. If it weren't for Prince Anduin and the regent Duke Fordragon, they are still helping today.
I'm afraid this country won't be able to handle things for a long time..." It was rare for Windsor to find someone to talk to, so he told the story again as if pouring beans.
Arthas fell to patricide, and then commanded the Scourge to sweep across Lordaeron. Both the Alliance and the Horde were threatened by the Scourge.
When Jaina Proudmoore came to negotiate with Varian to sign a peace agreement with the Horde, Varian agreed to sign. After he agreed to the peace negotiations, he naturally became a thorn in her side who was afraid of chaos in the world.
Thorn in the flesh.
Soon, Varian disappeared, and almost no one knew the reason and process of his disappearance.
Lord Bolvar Fordragon, the Grand Duke of Stormwind City, was ordered to assist young Prince Anduin in inheriting the throne. Also assisting him was the beautiful and well-informed Countess Katrana Prestor.
Not long after, King Varian returned, but he was obviously no longer the wise and mighty King in people's minds.
In the past few years, Stormwind City has been deteriorating. The royal family has become inattentive, the nobles have gradually become degenerate, and the soldiers have become tired. Many people who dare to raise objections have been suppressed by Countess Katrana Presto.
Reginald Windsor is one of them.
"Why is the king so weak that he can't even defeat a Faceless Man?" Lu Li asked in confusion. He had always been worried about this. As a Faceless Man who could kill even players below level 50, Lu Li asked in confusion.
, King Varian actually fell to the ground after being injured.
"That faceless man is not an ordinary faceless man. If he wins completely, I'm afraid I won't be his opponent," Windsor said with lingering fear.
The small piece of stump flashed through Lu Li's mind, and he reluctantly agreed with this statement.
"I plan to take up a post in the Burning Plains after a while. It is said that many black dragons have appeared there," Windsor said with a self-deprecating smile: "Maybe I should face my fate. I have been waiting for this day for too long.
"
Lu Li didn't know what to say. There were some things he knew would happen and how they would happen, but he had no position or method to stop them.
This kind of thing that may involve the main plot, he alone as a player cannot interfere at all.
Decades ago, when he followed Sir Lothar to raid the Tower of Medivh, Windsor saw his future ending in the Tower of Medivh: dying under the claws of the black dragon.
It is a fantasy similar to a prophecy, and those who have the opportunity will see their final outcome.
