Jelia vomited two mouthfuls of blood. He treated himself for minor injuries, then stood up and looked at the exaggerated wildfire scene around him.
"This is too powerful." He turned to look at Roland with a look as if he was looking at a rare treasure: "My gold coins are ready. When you get back, give me the model immediately."
Roland smiled and said, "No problem."
Five hundred gold coins is a lot of money.
Even if you don't exchange it for real soft girl coins, you can still do a lot of things in the game.
Speaking of money... Roland suddenly remembered something.
He entered the forum again and posted another post.
"Some tips on how to deal with vampires"
He talked about vampires' weaknesses of being afraid of light, fire and electricity, and also told physics professionals to pay attention to the fact that vampires can atomize and are not affected by physical damage.
Then at the end of the post, he wrote: The bone powder of vampires who were burned to death by high-temperature fire is very valuable, about fifty gold coins per kilogram. Now there is a price but no market. Of course, if a large number of vampires die and a large amount of bone meal appears, there will of course be price fluctuations.
But the problem is that Hollevan is only a small country and cannot be eaten here. There are also big countries such as France and Urganda.
There are also a large number of magicians and alchemists there, and there is never a shortage of buyers for vampire bone powder.
As soon as this post came out... the forum immediately went crazy.
The players were already very interested in this task. After all, this was the first time they had heard of points, so it was always good to get some first.
Besides, the vampire's lair must have some wealth after all.
Many guilds have already formed thieves who specialize in stealing and discovering treasures, and are preparing to set off.
As a result, as soon as Roland's post came out, it lit a fire under their butts.
Suddenly there was a rush, and a large wave of people rushed towards Ligubao City.
A pile of bones and fifty gold coins... converted into soft girl coins, it is almost 800,000.
Grandma, no matter what, I have to grab a vampire to kill.
The post quickly became popular, but not many people responded this time.
Almost everyone went directly to the forum to contact their brothers and friends after reading the content. Who has time to reply
Only those players who were really far away lamented under the post that they should not be able to make it in time.
Roland got off the forum and said to Yelia: "Let's go back to the city first."
"OK."
Jelia looked around. When they came, they rode two horses, but they were exploded by Roland's fireball. Now both horses have become cooked meat.
The two had to walk back.
Night had completely fallen, and Yelia smelled of fire. His expression was a little solemn: "Sir Roland, you heard just now, right? The vampire said that they have a tribe, and more than thirty vampires can come this time. , maybe a hundred of them will come next time. It seems I have to ask the General Assembly for rescue, I don’t know if it’s too late.”
Roland waved his hand: "There should be no need to ask the General Assembly for help."
"Why?"
Roland said easily as he walked: "Because I also called people. After all, I am also a son of gold. I can still find a way to call a group of people to help."
"Approximately how many people are there?" Jelia's face became obviously happy.
"It should be about a thousand."
"A thousand professionals?" Jelia stopped in fear and looked at Roland blankly.
No wonder Jelia was scared. A thousand fully armed elite soldiers would be extremely expensive to dispatch once.
And how much does it cost to hire a thousand professionals
"Sir Roland, I owe you a favor this time." Yelia was happy and helpless at the same time.
It is a good thing that Ligubao City is out of danger, but this favor is too difficult to return.
"It's none of your business, I just don't want to be entangled by a group of sneaky and insidious vampires."
Jelia felt that Roland didn't want to take credit, so he kept the favor in mind and said nothing more.
At this time, a group of chubby little bats were hovering in the air about a kilometer away.
They watched as the dark sky of more than thirty people opened, watched as the dark sky was broken by an explosion that looked like a small sun, and then watched that not a single clan member escaped.
Then they flew away quickly, using all their strength, to return to the Bruce Blood Clan's station in the middle of the night.
Entering the cave behind the castle, Christina, who turned into a girl, knelt on one knee in front of Bruce.
She whispered what she saw.
"More than thirty children died outside Leigh Castle?" No matter how good-tempered Bruce was, he couldn't help but roar when he heard this.
The powerful spiritual power distorted the surrounding air, and then the entire cave trembled and even shook slightly.
After a while, Bruce suppressed his anger, and the slight shaking in the cave slowly stopped.
"Very good, very good!" Bruce stood up and left his stone seat: "Inform all the tribesmen outside and ask them to return to their base. In three days, I will personally lead them to capture Ligu Castle."
"It doesn't take three days." At this time, Wenger walked out from the side and said, "Chief, retreat now. We have to leave here."
"What do you mean by that?" Bruce squinted his eyes and stared at Wenger: "You want to persuade me to just let it go?"
"My people have discovered this place." Wenger said helplessly: "It was Roland who issued the order. It is estimated that at least a thousand Golden Sons are surrounding us from all directions."
"A thousand?" Bruce's eyes narrowed into thin slits.
"This is still a conservative estimate." Wenger said with a wry smile: "Based on my relatively bold guess, it is at least three thousand."
Three thousand professionals, even if they are all at Level 1, are a force that cannot be underestimated.
What's more, many Golden Sons are now close to the elite level, the so-called Level 4, and there must be a bunch of Level 5s and even a dozen of Level 6s among them.
If this kind of power is pushed forward, if there is no factor of internal fighting among the players, it is not difficult to destroy a small country.
"Kneel down!"
Bruce suddenly shouted.
As soon as Wenger's legs weakened, he was about to kneel down, but at the critical moment, he put one hand on the ground and knelt down on both knees instead of kneeling on one knee.
At this time, Wenger's expression was quite painful and his face was distorted.
It seemed like something was commanding his body, and it was difficult for him to control it.
"You are really powerful." Looking at Wenger who had been fighting against his instincts, Bruce chuckled: "You have strong willpower to resist orders from your superiors."
"Kneel... Kneel to the sky... Kneel to the earth, parents!" Wenger said with difficulty, while using all his strength, he slowly stood up and straightened his waist. His face was ugly and he was sweating heavily. The ground was dripping with tears, and just standing there was already trying his best: "I still have this little bit of self-respect."
Looking at the arrogant Wenger, Bruce breathed a sigh of relief: "For the sake of your character, forget it this time. Christina, put him in a cell deep in the cave, don't Let him come out as he pleases."
"Yes, Lord Bruce."