What made Fei even more excited was that, as he expected, after completing this mission, the rescued fifteen barbarian fighters whose strength had reached the level of the Great Sun-level Venerable were the same as those who had previously been in normal and nightmare difficulty worlds. The two times after completing this task, he became Fei's summoned warrior.
This is a reward that did not exist in computer games in the memory of the previous life, which means that Fei can get a chance to summon once a day to summon these fifteen barbarian fighters at the level of the Supreme Sun, and each summon lasts for fifteen minutes. time.
This is an extremely perverted reward.
Think about it, as long as Fei is willing, he can call out a group of younger brothers at the Sun-level Venerable position to charge for him at any time, and he can fight as he likes. This at least guarantees that almost no one is below the Sun-level Dzogchen. opponent's opponent.
After completing this task, the game time limit came up that day, and Fei quit the world of Diablo.
Coming to the real world, Fei didn't relax at all. He left and followed the records in the [Purple Skill Book] and began to temper his mental strength.
Although he has golden thighs like the world of Diablo, Fei has never relaxed his strict requirements on himself. As long as he has time, he will pursue martial arts with an almost masochistic attitude to improve his strength.
In fact, since crossing to the mainland of Azeroth, Fei's average rest time is no more than five hours a day. The rest of the time, other than dealing with some necessary state affairs and fighting against powerful enemies, is just practicing and practicing.
The Dark World is certainly the main reason for today's achievements, but Fei's own efforts are also an indispensable factor.
On the edge of the rocky cliff of Wusheng Mountain, Fei's body seemed to be frozen, motionless.
Everything around is still, and time is like flowing water, passing quickly.
The night is from thick and dark to gradually thinner.
Soon the eastern sky became pale, and St. Petersburg, which had been sleeping all night, began to slowly recover. At this moment, Fei opened his eyes.
He opened his mouth and exhaled softly, with a slightly tired look on his face.
The cultivation of spiritual power is like the process of forging iron. If you want to forge a peerless sword, you need to be tempered. If you want to improve your spiritual power, you also need to practice arduously. Speaking of it, Fei and Deisler They are all extremely gifted in spirit. Deisler is because of the heroic blood, has experienced many hardships in the world, and maintains the heart of a child, while Fei is because of soul transmigration. He is stronger than ordinary people, so he enters the realm very quickly.
After returning to the thatched hut and resting for an hour or two, the sky was already bright.
At this moment, people came down from the mountain, and a decree came from the palace, and Emperor Yaxin summoned the Guardian Martial Saint.
After thinking about it for a while, Fei dressed in a white robe that was as clean as snow and fluttered. He brought the eight martial arts masters left behind by Krasic and left the martial arts mountain in plain clothes. He strolled through the city and walked towards the palace. go.
When they were about 500 meters away from the imperial palace, a group of people dressed in gorgeous costumes and with expressions of righteous indignation on their faces suddenly rushed out from the side and surrounded Fei and the others.
These people were of different ages, some were old men with gray beards, and some were young men who were full of vigor, blocking Fei's way.
"Bold, who are you? How dare you block the way of Master Wu Sheng?"
The guards of Wusheng Mountain were on alert immediately, stepped forward and shouted loudly.
"My lord, don't get me wrong, we are the representatives of the public opinion of the imperial capital, we are the people of the empire..."
A middle-aged nobleman in his thirties quickly explained.
Wearing a gorgeous but not extravagant purple robe, his complexion is fair, and he is obviously well maintained. He has three long black beards on his chin, which have also been carefully trimmed, and his whole person reveals a refined and handsome air. It can give people a sense of trust and kindness, but in the depths of those slender eyes there is an extremely imperceptible shadow of prey, which he hides extremely carefully.
Most of the people following him were dressed in gorgeous costumes, and they seemed to be of noble origin. Some looked flickering, some were fearful, and some were eager to try. Blocked Fei's way.
"People of the empire?"
Fei glanced over everyone's faces, and asked lightly, "Why are you blocking my way?"
"Forgive me, Lord Wusheng. We are deeply terrified, but for the future of the empire and you, Lord Wusheng, we have to do this."
The man in the purple robe had a friendly smile on his face, and he reported his name: "My lord, my name is Grant. All of you who follow me are passionate and loyal people who care about the fate of the empire. Regarding the future fate of the Nite Empire, I came here to ask Master Wusheng to do something."
While speaking, many people had already gathered.
The time was right in the morning, and this place was a bustling place. Hearing the commotion here, especially the presence of the Martial Sage Lord Chambord Wang, some people who wanted to see the Martial Saint's demeanor gathered here.
Fei frowned.
In the depths of the purple-robed nobleman's eyes, there was a trace of surprise that was extremely imperceptible.
According to his calculations, the more people watching this scene, the more beneficial it is for him. He has studied some deeds of King Chambord and found that this young nobleman attaches great importance to common people, and the more common people he can attract today, maybe The more favorable it is to the success of the plan.
"For the fate of the empire?"
Fei casually glanced at the purple-robed nobleman Grant, with a slight arc on his mouth, and said with a smile: "Okay, let's talk about it, what is related to the fate of the empire, the imperial family and this seat are not aware of it, it's up to you explain?"
There was irony in Fei's words.
His Majesty the King had clearly guessed the purpose of this group of people, and did not hide his dislike for them at all.
Grant, the purple-robed man, was a little embarrassed, but he quickly adjusted, still wearing a fake sincere and friendly smile on his face, and said earnestly: "Master Wu Sheng, you are extremely talented and stunning, and you are a record of the empire. The second genius since then, the city of Chambord has become a unique and huge force in the empire in a short period of time, and it has made a great contribution to the attack of Dalisandro's powerful men this time... "
"Stop, what are you doing talking so much, let's get down to business."
Fei yawned impatiently and waved his hand.
Grant was suffocated. He didn't expect that in front of everyone, the Martial Saint would disregard his own image at all. He gritted his teeth and said loudly: "In that case, please forgive me, Master Martial Saint. Then I'll just say it. Now Shampoo The city has tens of thousands of elite soldiers, more than dozens of moon-level masters, and you are a top master. This kind of power has far surpassed the restrictions in the laws of the empire. Regarding the restrictions on the strength of dependent countries, the ministers are strong and the master is weak, which is very important for the future of the empire. Even if your lord is dedicated to the empire, who can guarantee that those strong men under your command will also put the imperial family in their eyes? So, today, the twenty-three of us risked the anger of the martial sage Your danger, please desperately plead, my lord, please disband Chambord City, hand over the moon-level powerhouse to serve the imperial family, and avoid the hidden dangers of the empire. Your lord, you are still a martial saint protecting the country, and you are extremely honorable. In this way, for the Zenit Empire and You, my lord, are all good."