In the dream.
Berchemont knelt beside a heavily injured velociraptor.
A large number of distorted monsters surrounded him. This was his 172nd resurrection.
Berchemont raised his head and looked at the black figure that appeared behind the monsters.
"It seems like the wonderful time is over. Next time … Next time, I will definitely make you fall into an eternal slumber."
Berchemont did not reply to the black figure. He used his old hand to caress the velociraptor that was nearing its end.
The last scene was the surrounding monsters swarming him and tearing him and the velociraptor to pieces.
When he regained his senses, he finally woke up from the long nightmare. A group of people had already gathered around Berchemont's throne.
"Your Majesty! You're awake! "
Seeing him open his eyes, the lady who had been by Bechmont's side all this time cried out in excitement.
"Pass down my orders …"
Berchemont used his withered hands to support his body, wanting to stand up from the throne.
This scene caused the surrounding ministers to quickly retreat. It was as if this aged king had accumulated some kind of power that made them fear him.
Berchemont. His human name was Lemons. This king was the pillar that supported the entire Waterfront Kingdom. The power he possessed was enough to deter the surrounding countries.
As long as this king appeared, the rebellion of the humans in the Waterfront Kingdom could be easily resolved.
In the eyes of the ministers, their king was equivalent to a savior. He could also be called a god-like existence.
"Your Majesty, please give your orders."
The ministers all knelt on the ground. They could already feel the anger of this king who had ruled the Waterfront Kingdom for thousands of years.
This anger would wipe out all the enemies of the Waterfront Kingdom.
"All humans, Oceanids … Anyone who possesses the Weave must create their own characters in the World Scar!"
Berchemont's order caused the ministers to return to silence. They looked at each other and could see the doubt in each other's eyes.
"Weave! You … and your descendants have never used it before?! " Berchemont's voice finally lost its weariness and was filled with endless anger. He widened his eyes and swept his gaze across all his subjects.
"Of … of course I have, but Your Majesty, what is a World Scar?" a subject asked cautiously.
"My son seems to have played that thing. It's a game."
"That's right, it's a game. Go and create a character for me immediately!" Berchemont's voice was filled with anger. At this moment, they realized that this old man, who was so old that he was about to die, was so repulsive when he was angry. Just a single roar from him was enough to shut the ministers' mouths.
"You want me to save this rotten country? Sure! However, all of you, including your children and servants, must reach the maximum level in the World Scar! "
Berchemont's words confused the ministers. Many of them had never played the Magic Net before, and some of them didn't even understand the meaning of game levels.
However, the ministers didn't dare to disobey their king. This king was their last hope to redeem their wealth, status, and even their lives!
Therefore, even if the ministers didn't understand, they could only agree to their king's request.
Suddenly, a young noble who was kneeling at the back of the hall stood up. He seemed to have followed his father into the hall.
His father kept tugging at the corner of his clothes, telling him not to provoke the King when he was in a fit of anger.
"Your Majesty! I-I'm already at the maximum level, "he didn't continue kneeling, instead mustering his courage to speak to Berchemont.
"Already at the maximum level?"
"Y-Yes, I play the Horde faction, a level 60 Troll Shaman … I was just running the Blazing Heart Instance Dungeon with Noland's friends this morning, and my father brought me to you."
He complained about his father's actions. To prove his point, he even opened his Weave interface and showed the troll account to Berchemont.
"Your father doesn't have the right to order you from today onwards, do you hear me? Momley … "Bechmont's gaze swept across the ministers once more after he finished speaking.
"I know you value your status very much, higher than the nobles of the humans! Now, I'm adding a new law to the Waterfront Kingdom! In the World Scar, those who are of a lower level than another have no right to order the other party, regardless of their status! Those who disobey … will be sentenced to death! "
Crazy!
The ministers were in an uproar when they heard Berchemont's order. If it was any other kingdom, there would probably be someone accusing the king of being crazy.
However, no one dared to … The foundation of the Waterfront Kingdom was built on Berchemont alone!
Without Berchemont, there wouldn't be a Waterfront Kingdom. This was something all the nobles knew.
Therefore, it didn't matter how the king changed the laws of his kingdom.
"My order has already been passed down! Now, it has disappeared before my eyes! That's right! Momley, leave your son behind. Tell me the name of your character in the World Scar. "
Under Berchemont's loud rebuke, the ministers took their leave one after another, leaving only the son of Momley in the hall.
After the others left, Berchemont sat on his throne in exhaustion.
The erosion from the World Tree of the Dark Elves was equivalent to countless blood-sucking lice hiding in his body. Although Berchemont was powerful enough, he couldn't find a way to eliminate them.
Berchemont suffered the erosion of these lice in the Nightmare World, but the character he created in the World Scar really helped him eliminate a few lice.
But it wasn't enough! Far from enough …
He was constantly killed by the monsters in the nightmare, and then resurrected again and again … One of the reasons was that his character in the crack was too weak, only level 23. The second reason was that the number of people he could control was too small. He could only control one person!
If there was an army … Berchemont had the same thought as General Field at this moment.
In the Nightmare World, there was an army made up of characters from the World Scar in the illusion of his consciousness.
Berchemont would turn those damned Dark Elves into ashes!
The accumulated anger exploded. Berchemont didn't care about what would happen to the country anymore. He just wanted to dismember all these lice.
"Your Majesty." The noble's son cautiously approached the king and asked, "Do you have any orders?"
Berchemont was still in a state of rage. Just the few words just now made him feel a great deal of pressure.
He waited anxiously for the king's orders, but Berchemont's next words made him heave a sigh of relief.
"What is the Instance Dungeon you mentioned just now? Is there any other way to quickly reach the maximum level? Also, how do I obtain those purple named equipment? "Bechmont asked in a serious tone.
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