Hill smiled helplessly. Sometimes he really did not think things through... If the Undead wanted better mana potions, they would go to William. Why would they come looking for him?
Perhaps he had lived in this fantasy world for too long... He had even forgotten that, for players in a game, the simplest way to get something was to find the developers.
The first Undead Priest to speak had actually hoped Hill would sympathize with their hardship and restore some of their mana... William seemed to have created a time-limited quest with a limit of three thousand participants, along with requirements for both time and quality. Anyone who failed to meet them would fail the quest even after accepting it, simply handing the opportunity to someone else.
It seemed that Crystal Dragon had been badly wounded. Even the Undead's high-level healing abilities were useless no matter how many of them there were; only a Divine Art Array could have an effect.
Honestly... Hill thought helplessly... There was no need to be so roundabout. They could have just shouted a couple of times like they used to!
Only then did he belatedly realize that William might have assigned this quest to independent players or families that had gained relatively little from this city defense battle... These people were not that familiar with him.
After thinking for a moment, Hill said, "Where is the dragon now?"
"The Dwarves will be carrying her onto the island soon... The eastern city gate has already been completely dismantled," an Undead replied.
Hill nodded and walked outside the Alchemy Hall. "Then I'll hurry."
He directly cast Water Mist and Tranquil Water in the small square, then turned to remind the Undead Priests, "Don't let the Dwarves enter the range of Tranquil Water."
"Snow Old Dog from