Chapter 909
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The capital of the Waterfront Kingdom.
"Your Majesty …"
"Your Majesty …"
"Lord Lemons!"
The King of the Waterfront Kingdom sat on his throne and looked down at his subjects who were kneeling on the ground.
Too many things had happened in the Waterfront Kingdom recently, to the point that the King didn't know how to deal with it.
Nobles from all over the kingdom sent people to ask for help from the King.
"You are dismissed."
The King listened quietly to the report of his subjects and leaned back on his throne tiredly.
The subjects hesitated for a moment, but they still obeyed the King's order and left the hall.
"Lord Berchemont, are you really not going to suppress the riots caused by the humans?"
Beside the throne stood a young woman with her eyes closed. To outsiders, she was the queen, but in the eyes of the king, she was just an insignificant person.
"Suppress? With what? "
The King, who was known as Bechemont, stretched out his arm that was as thin as a withered twig. He tried to gather the surrounding magic into his hand, but this tiny attempt caused an unbearable pain in his mind.
"Helin, why can't you accept the end of your rule and the loss of your own life?" Berchemont glanced at the blue-haired woman beside him.
"But Your Majesty, this is your country …" She said softly.
"No, it is your country. Your ancestors worshipped me as a god. I have been lonely for too long, so I happily accepted your request to protect you." Berchemont sighed deeply and said, "But it is enough now. I have witnessed the establishment of this country, its prosperity, why can't I witness its destruction?"
"But Your Majesty … If we want to defeat the elves, this country's army is indispensable." Hearing the King's almost self-deprecating words, she panicked.
"They have already failed twice. I can see it."
Bechmont closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It seemed that even the air he breathed into his nostrils was gray mist.
"The navy at Falcon Harbor on the west side has not been mobilized yet. If we gather our current forces, no country in the world can resist our navy." She kept encouraging the king, telling him not to give up the country so quickly.
However, Berchemont had no intention of listening to him. He opened his Weave and took out his crystal mouse to log into World Scar.
It had been a day since he talked to Josiah. Josiah provided him with a new way to deal with the elves, and he also put forward a lot of excessive conditions.
Berchemont was still considering it. The first thing he considered was … First, he wanted to test if 'Scar of the World' was really as magical as Josiah said.
That was why he spent the entire night playing the game. At first, it was for testing purposes, but in the end, he was gradually attracted by the game of 'monsters dropping treasures'.
It was now the 20th hour since he played the World Scar. Ever since Berchemont was invaded by the Dark Elves' World Tree, he had not slept for an entire year.
Every time he fell asleep, the Dark Elves would torture his mind in various ways. He had no way of resisting in the illusory world.
"Mount? If you want a horse, you can buy one from the quartermaster in Crowe Village. But that velociraptor doesn't run fast … I suggest you use the Rift Crystal to exchange for a mount. Have you defeated a Rift monster? "
"What's that?"
Berchemont chose the Horde's Troll race. This race that did not exist in this world gave him a sense of 'novelty'.
Although the game itself had brought him a terrifying sense of novelty, Bechmont still wanted to try something different from the real world. Hence, he chose to be a hunter as his class.
"You haven't even seen a Rift monster? My friend told me that the Fallen Ones in White Velvet Forest have respawned. You can try fighting them. "
"Where is it?"
Berchemont leveled up in the wild for an entire night. He did not know anything about catching pets. He just killed any monsters he saw and picked up as many items as he could. When his backpack was full, he would clear some of the items in it.
Just like that, he managed to level up to level 23. Just now, when he was farming monsters, he met a troll player who was riding a velociraptor past Bechemont.
Berchemont's heart skipped a beat. He asked in the chat, "Where did you get your mount?"
In the end, the Troll player stopped and patiently told Bechmont where he could get a mount.
"I also need three Rift monsters to make equipment. Come with me."
The Troll player already knew that he had met a … newbie player, but he still followed Berchemont to the Level 25 leveling area, White Velvet Forest.
In this area, a huge Werewolf was running around on the battlefield.
"This is the lowest level Rift monster. It doesn't give many Rift Crystals, but it should be enough to exchange for a normal grade mount."
The Troll player dismounted and ran towards the Werewolf in the distance.
Now that the first tier of players in the World Scar had reached max level, they began to focus on forging their own equipment.
The nearby players who were fighting this Rift monster were all over Level 30. Since all the Rift monsters respawned at the same time, the high-level players had basically gone to high-level leveling areas to raid it.
"The low-level Rift monsters seem to have been weakened recently. When the server first started, the Werewolf was surrounded by tombstones."
The old Troll player complained about the situation when the server first started. Now, this Rift Lord only needed 30 or so low-level players to kill it.
If one wanted to see 300 players ganging up on a Rift Lord at the same time, they would only be able to see it in a max-level map.
In the end, Berchemont killed the Rift Lord with the help of the old Troll player. At the same time, the Troll player guided Berchemont to the Quartermaster who was in charge of exchanging mounts.
The five crystals dropped by the Rift Lord could be exchanged for two types of mounts. One was a Silver Velociraptor, and the other was a Black Back Kodo.
Berchemont naturally chose the Velociraptor.
When he summoned the Velociraptor, the Hunter character sat on the Velociraptor and ran quickly through the game world. Berchemont's dim vision shone with a faint light.
But the light did not last long … Berchemont was completely swallowed by drowsiness, and he let his guard down for a moment!
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