After the army of Dawn City descended from the sky and Lancelot's three thousand temple knights arrived, the battle in Beast Control City finally came to an end.
Even if this super large devil's cave is powerful, it can't stop so many fierce people from attacking at the same time.
Many demons came out arrogantly and ran back to the dark world in despair.
Dark creatures were cut to the ground like wheat.
Under the cleansing of the Temple Knights, the spread of dark magic has also been restrained, and corpses can no longer be transformed into zombies.
As for the scattered monsters, they were also killed one after another, turned into food stocks, and collected into the space ring by William.
In this siege mission, in addition to gaining some experience, he also received a copy crystal.
As for other props, skills, and talents, there are none.
Because the damage he caused to Garnier was not worth mentioning at all, and there was no way to benefit from it.
"The dungeon is quite interesting. Players have to resist the beast tide first, and then go into the city to rescue them. They even have to face a lunatic like Garnier. I guess it won't be too flattering." William twitched his mouth. If players want to enter this dungeon, it is estimated that the first wave The beast tide will cause them heavy losses.
But the beast tide has its advantages.
As long as players can withstand the waves of monsters, they can obtain many teeth, claws, fur and other materials from the monsters.
When the time comes, let the player go in and give it a try. It will be enough if he does not lose money.
William and Lancelot stood on the top of the city, looking at the warriors who were cleaning up the dark creatures in the city. They met each other, and the corners of their mouths were slightly raised at the same time.
Lancelot patted him on the shoulder and said, "I haven't seen you for such a long time. I miss you a lot. Why didn't you come to see me after you became an epic professional?"
His Highness the Prince shrugged and wanted to take his hand away, but he knew that this guy had been tortured time and time again by the Son of Darkness recently, so he let him find comfort in himself and said: "I heard that the Son of Darkness has been tortured recently. Looking for trouble?"
"Yes, every dark incident I encounter during a mission is basically related to him. Otherwise, when I go on a mission, the Son of Darkness will cause trouble nearby.
He, this little bitch, makes me so weak every day that it is basically difficult for me to have any time to rest. "Lancelot sighed, but if he hadn't been so busy and had so many battles, it would have been difficult for him to become an epic professional so quickly.
William laughed: "What, you want to kill him?"
"I have this plan, but I don't know how to kill him." Lancelot nodded heavily.
His Highness the Prince raised his eyebrows: "I don't know either. Just be patient and patient. One of you is a son of light and the other is a son of darkness. They are natural enemies. It will not be easy for you to kill him, even if I help."
"Son of Light, this identity is too stressful. I am not the son of the God of Light, and I don't know why they gave me this identity.
But having said that, I heard Garnier and your voices from a long distance away, and it seemed that Paul Bain had snatched his divine clone? "Lancelot asked curiously. He was born a god. This is amazing and will definitely attract a lot of people's attention.
William raised his brows and said with a serious expression: "To be honest, the news that Garnier became a lich was brought back by the spies I planted in the Mercenary Alliance.
I originally thought that Garnier had fallen into the dark camp. As his brother, I had the obligation to deal with him personally to prevent him from making more mistakes, and to prevent him from falling into the dark world.
But I came a little late, and he still introduced the Demon Cave into the Beast Control City.
But I didn't expect that even if he became a lich, he would still remember our brotherhood and told me that Paul Bain was the insidious villain who forced him to become a lich. "
"How do you say that?" Lancelot scratched his head, his face full of disbelief.
His Royal Highness the Prince coughed lightly: "It seems that Paul Bain took away the natural god he was about to possess, causing him to have to become a lich to extend his life."
"Oh, no wonder the Eastern Region Mercenary Alliance wants to attack the Beast Control City. There is such a relationship. By the way, your intelligence personnel in Dawn City are very strong. They have planted chess pieces in our Temple of Light, right?" Lancelot didn't. When he was arguing with William, he suddenly said something.
William smiled: "Hey, how is that possible? I'm not that kind of person."
"Haha..." Lancelot laughed, but he was also too lazy to care about these things.
Because the Eastern Region Mercenary Alliance has nothing to do with him, it has nothing to do with him whether he snatches the body of a born god or not. All he has to do is report it truthfully when the time comes.
But.
William just hopes that he will report the truth truthfully, and then he will directly take action on the matter of Paul Bain snatching away the body of a natural god.
He also had to sigh.
Garnier's last move was really amazing.
Let him think that Garnier is Kobe Bryant alive!
William originally thought that no one would say anything about being born a god.
But Garnier wanted to die, and before he died, he threw the blame on Paul Bain. This operation was simply outrageous.
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"What the hell? Did I steal the body of the 'born god' that he wanted to possess?" Paul Bain spat out a mouthful of unlucky old blood, his eyes widened with disbelief on his face.
But the intelligence officer hiding in the Beast Control City said with certainty: "That's it. Not only did Garnier say so, but his brother Shuguang City Lord also seemed to agree with it."
"God damn Garnier is the brother of the Lord of Dawn City. I was tricked to death." Paul Bain looked depressed and his face was as dark as an African. He now needs some healing information to ease his mood.
However, his intelligence officer opened his eyes curiously and asked: "Sir, did you really not steal his 'godly body'? Otherwise, why did we raid the Beast Control City last night?"
"I've never seen it before. I don't even know what a natural god looks like. Besides, how can I snatch it?" Paul Bain was very unhappy, slapping the table and pouting angrily.
pity.
The healing information did not appear.
Voice messages kept popping up one after another.
"Innate God? Have you really caught him?" Second Prince Peter (I am putting pressure on him, hurry up and bring him the Innate God).
"Brother Niubi, he snatched the body of a 'natural god' and forced the master of the beast-controlling city to become a lich. Can you show me the 'natural god'?" A certain deputy captain (you can't even look at it, then you This regiment commander has done too many things.)
"The Eastern Region Federal Chamber of Commerce will pay a high price to buy the body of a 'natural god', the kind without a soul. You bid." (Don't explain, it's all real)
"No, no, I don't have any natural divine body."
The roar was loud.
In the big camp on the edge of the Warcraft Forest, countless mercenaries heard the roar of their legion commander.
However, in the minds of discerning people, this kind of thing must not be admitted, not even to death.
But it's a pity.
They did not hear the extreme resentment and unwillingness from the roar, but instead believed that Paul Bain possessed a god in the sky.
… …
Three days later.
Because the eyes of the entire Eastern Region, and even the entire Legend Continent, have turned their attention to Paul Bain, William in the Beast Control City has no trouble at all.
Reincarnation of gods is nothing.
Except for saints and a few legendary professionals, no one else knew this news at all.
But he is a born god.
In this magical world, many people have the method of 'seizing the body', and they all want to get it and then possess it.
Especially Garnier, as the master of the beast-controlling city, he has ten thousand reasons not to become a lich.
He blew himself up in despair and died. But before he died, he said that his "spiritual body" was taken away by Paul. There is definitely an 80% chance that he was telling the truth.
In addition, the Lord of Shuguang City that day, Garnier's apparent brother, seemed to have personally approved of this matter.
So even if Paul now has an extra mouth, he still can't explain it.
His Royal Highness does not know how he will overcome this difficulty, and this has nothing to do with him.
All he has to do now is count gains and losses.
"No one from the Dragon Blood Legion died in the battle, but more than 2,000 people from the Dawn Legion died in the battle. Obviously the intensity of the war was not small." William sighed, but the loss of more than 2,000 people was obviously not enough in the face of receiving the goods. Worth mentioning.
His Royal Highness the Prince looked at this statistical list and couldn't help but raise his lips: "The City of Beast Control has experienced the dragon massacre, and coupled with this riot, the city that once had a population of more than two million has only 80 left now. Thousands of people.
But the guys who could survive these two massacres were basically animal trapping groups and professionals.
The population is much smaller in quantity, but its quality has improved significantly.
It has a population of more than 800,000, of which 700,000 are professionals.
There are tens of thousands of masters and high-level professionals.
Among them, there are only 80,000 soldiers left in the Beast Control City, including many masters and high-level professionals.
Of course, the most critical thing is the beast masters. The beast master city originally had 5,000 beast masters, but now there are only a thousand beast masters left. The loss is simply too great.
But as long as we have them, that will be the biggest gain. "
At this moment, Nok suddenly came here with a middle-aged male beast master.
His Highness the Prince raised his eyebrows, indicating that he would talk if he had anything to say.
"Your Highness, this is the talker recommended by the beastmaster. I plan to talk to His Highness."
"What's your name?" William glanced at the guy in front of him, and his eyes lit up. He turned out to be Griffin, one of the future deputy city lords of Beast Control City, a beast master with legendary bloodline.
However, he is only at the Grandmaster level now.
Griffin didn't know that the person in front of him had seen through him. He swallowed and said in a deep voice: "Respect the Lord of Shuguang City, Your Highness, my name is Griffin, and I am the representative of the beast masters in the city. I don't know what you are planning to do to me." How do we deal with this group of beast masters?"
William raised his eyebrows: "What do you want to do?"
"Hehe, the best thing is to leave the Beast Control City and do what we want to do."
"No need, continue to cultivate your monsters. You will be treated as you were before, and you will be treated as you are now."
"..." Griffin rolled his eyes. Sure enough, no matter what kind of city lord the Beast Control City is replaced by, he is still a group of wolves and tigers, trying to squeeze out the last trace of blood in their bodies.
But William's next words obviously made his favor soar.
"In 20 years, you only need to tame the monsters for Dawn City for 20 years, and then I will give you your freedom."
"Really?" Griffin couldn't believe it.
"Really, I, William, keep my word. If I say I will let you go, I will let you go."
"Thank you, sir. I wish His Highness the Prince to become a saint and have a bright future!" Griffin's eyes flashed with surprise and he left in a hurry. He wanted to tell the other beast masters the good news.
And William raised his eyebrows, 20 years
My favorability level has been maxed out for you.
Still want to leave
Are you a dragon
You probably dream a lot during the day when you sleep.
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