My Blade Has Been Thirsting for Blood!

When William and the others rushed over, they saw a huge cavern filled with Spiked Club wielding spiked Troll.

That's right.

Hundreds of Troll gathered in this cave, and inside that tall cave grew a Bloodline Fruit.

But what angered them wasn't the Professional, but hundreds of Player.

When William saw this, a whole bunch of question marks popped into his head.

What are these reckless guys doing here?

What's even more surprising is that these guys all have the title of Dawn City hanging above their heads!

Among them was Meichuan Neiku, Player specializing in casual gameplay. He wielded a large sword, dodging the attacks of the Troll and occasionally launching a counterattack, but he couldn't inflict any effective damage on these tough-skinned creatures.

He glanced at his brothers who were dying in increasing numbers, and immediately roared, "Brothers, retreat! Don't let the NPCs get the loot! We'll come back and take the spoils when they come after us!"

"Let's get out of here, who knows how many Troll are inside."

"Damn it, I also saw Buff Guy inside engaging in some kind of evil mating ritual. It practically blinded me. This race, so full of freedom, is just too perverted."

"I wonder where His Your Highness went off to have some fun. These things only increase our attributes, but they should be the kind that boost the potential of NPCs."

Hundreds of Intermediate-Class Professional scurried out, running joyfully towards the vast grasslands like farmers herding sheep.

For a time, no one dared to stop the NPCs hiding in various places.

Because they already know the Chosen Ones very well.

This Chosen Ones is full of all sorts of wicked humor, possessing both courage and cowardice. They are born immortal, and their corpses can be resurrected on the spot or elsewhere.

Interestingly, they actually drop equipment after they die...

But even if they are killed many times, the Chosen Ones may not appear today, but he may appear again someday.

More importantly, these Chosen Ones have an extremely strong desire for revenge. If they are killed many times, they may face endless retaliation once they grow stronger.

Therefore, to kill the Chosen Ones, one must do so while masked, so that the Chosen One cannot discover one's identity!

These creatures, whose origins are unknown, seem to have difficulty mating, as if some Deity has restricted them. Their mating difficulty is comparable to that of the Elves. What's even more interesting is that they don't have offspring after mating.

Especially, where did they come from?

This question has taken root in the minds of many NPCs.

Although some unseen force told them that these Undead were Chosen Ones, 'Heaven' had only spoken of this once.

Many Mage who Faith the truth will never fully accept the so-called divine will.

Hmm!

Don't ask the NPCs how they know; any NPC who's dedicated to studying the Chosen Ones Chosen Ones will understand them as well as Player understand themselves.

However, some Mage ' surveillance abilities are so strong that they can't hide even when Player are having sex indoors...

However, there is no video transmission capability in this world.

Otherwise, things would have been in chaos long ago.

Adolf's twenty-five men did not stop the group of Player, because Adolf had just been called out by name, and now seeing the Chosen Ones from the Dawn City faction, he was actually a little afraid.

real.

The last person he wants to see right now is the Dawn City Lord.

The Elven Prince had repeatedly tricked him was someone he never wanted to see again in his life.

But he's already all the way to the Emerald Grand Duchy. Does he really have to hide from the Mercenary under Dawn City's command? What will others think of him then?

"I refuse to believe that anyone can scare me away today. I'll just boil Magma!" Adolf sneered inwardly. He was determined not to back down today.

William had no idea what Adolf was thinking, otherwise he would have definitely recommended a sufficiently hot Magma to him!

The six of them simply watched as hundreds of Player passed by, each with a strange look in their eyes. This was because Burning Ash and the others were thinking that if they revealed their identities, their chances of obtaining the Bloodline Fruit would increase considerably.

Although the Player' skills are mediocre, their ability to cause trouble is definitely not an issue.

Meichuan Neiku Ku and his shameless lifestyle-oriented team ran away in a flash; they were never normal Player to begin with.

They're a bunch of oddballs who live a life that's half about life and half about Adventure, and who aren't afraid of losing experience.

In summary: They go wherever it's fun, and wherever it's relaxing!

So they dispersed, leaving behind only a group of Troll roaring and shouting.

The Troll in front of us are not weak; they are truly not weak!

There were over a hundred of them.

The weakest among them were mid-level, with over twenty High-Class Troll.

The Leader-Class was stationed near the Bloodline Fruit was Grandmaster Troll, and also possessed Legendary Bloodline.

William felt a bit annoyed at the sight. Although he had hundreds of Troll under his command, they were nothing compared to this Troll tribe.

But it must be said...

Upon seeing the Troll with their muscular bodies and steel-like skin, he couldn't help but feel a possessive urge.

"Pah, pah, pah! What possessiveness? It's clearly a sense of conquest..."

"Well, it's not exactly a sense of conquest..." William gradually fixed his gaze on the Legendary Troll, lost in thought.

The Legendary Troll sitting at the center of the cave entrance even shivered, a feeling rising within him that some treacherous subject was plotting against him.

Time passed gradually.

More and more Professional are gathering here.

Many NPCs who were initially unaware of their exact location were lured over by the Player's provocation.

In less than half an hour.

There are hundreds of Professional here.

Burning Ash narrowed his eyes and suddenly said, "How about we forget it? Bloodline Fruit may taste good, but life is better."

"Pah, coward!" Diablo spat out in disgust.

"Huh, where did His Your Highness go?" Tyrannosaur looked around, and just as everyone was wondering, a hole was dug out behind them.

William tugged at Wells's trouser leg. "Come in with me. I'll try to dig into the cave. You hold off the Troll Chieftain while I steal the Bloodline Fruit."

"What? Master Tier Troll? I can't handle it..." Wells had barely finished speaking when he saw a group of eyes staring at him. He twitched his lips and could only sigh, "I can handle it, I can handle it. A mere Grandmaster is nothing. I'm the most awesome warrior in the Southeastern Region."

"What about us?" Alec and the others asked.

William looked surprised. "Of course you're acting as bait!"

The others were speechless. You've taken all the benefits, but who told you to be the lord?

His Prince coughed lightly and continued, "Try to create some chaos and lure most of the Troll out. Hmm, Burning Ash, you come over too. Wells will hold off the Grandmaster- level Troll, and you'll hold off the Troll."

Oh, right.

"Tyrannosaur, go and reveal your identity to those Chosen Ones, and issue them a mission in my name to cause some chaos."

"Understood." Everyone nodded.

William narrowed his eyes and said, "Be careful, everyone. We don't know who leaked the news about this Bloodline Fruit. Be cautious and don't let the Dark Forces wipe it out in one fell swoop."

"Heh, I really want to know who's so awesome. My greatsword has been itching for a fight for ages!" Burning Ash stroked his Dragon-Slaying Saber, sneering repeatedly.

"..." The others were speechless. Of everyone present, aside from Tyrannosaur Rex who used Gauntlets, whose weapon wasn't bigger, longer, and thicker than yours?

Your Dragon-Slaying Saber is nothing special!

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