Chapter 915
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Hard … hard to believe.
Count Nicanton stared blankly at the figure standing in front of him. It was a dwarf dressed in cloth and holding a staff.
He knew this dwarf … He was from the character he created in the World's Scar.
Ever since the king released a character related to the World's Scar, Count Nicanton had no choice but to spend time on this game.
Count Nicanton's daily affairs were very busy, and taking time out to play this game was a waste of time.
Until tonight, when this game character appeared beside him and saved his life.
Count Nicanton looked at the corpse in the corner of his room. It was a huge spider.
This monster was about to swallow him a second ago. The magic that Count Nicanton was so proud of was useless. At the last moment, it was this dwarf who appeared out of nowhere who saved his life.
"Can you understand what I'm saying?"
Count Nicanton tried to communicate with his game character, but the dwarf did not answer him. Even his expression did not change.
It wasn't until Count Nicaton's mind that he took a step forward that he mechanically took a step forward.
Puppet?
His ability to understand was very fast. Suddenly, he heard a roar and the sound of glass shattering from the other side of the manor.
Count Nicanton's heart skipped a beat. His six children were still resting in this manor!
If these monsters were in other places … Count Nicanton did not dare to continue thinking.
He immediately pushed open the door and rushed out of the corridor with his dwarf character, wanting to save his children.
But the corridor was full of the monsters' corpses. These strange corpses did not last long before turning into dust and dissipating.
Count Nicanton looked around in confusion and found the figure of his second daughter, Cecil.
"Cecil!"
At that moment, Count Nicanton also saw a huge bird beast pouncing into the corridor from the window.
He wanted to protect his daughter, but it was too late … Because the monster that wanted to attack Cecil had been frozen into an ice sculpture and fell to the ground.
"Father, I'm fine … Snow Seal is protecting me," Cecil shouted to Count Nicanton.
Snow Seal? Count Nicaton remembered that this was Cecil's name in the World Scar game.
When his children found out that he was going to play World Scar, they were inexplicably excited for a long time and even added each other as friends.
"Where are the others?" Count Nicanton immediately asked about their whereabouts.
"They are all in the hall. I am here to look for you."
Cecil led the count all the way to the hall in the center of the manor. From time to time, monsters would invade the manor, but they were quickly killed by a group of strange fellows.
Count Nicarton looked at the situation around the manor, and suddenly remembered … Although he was the strongest Spell Caster and had the highest status in this manor, his World Scar character was the weakest one in the manor.
His Dwarf was only level 16, but the characters his children controlled were all level 25 at the very least.
"Father! Are you all right? "
"There might be some monsters around. Father, you should hide in the basement for a while."
When Count Nicaton entered the hall, his children immediately surrounded him with concern.
The count opened his mouth, wanting to tell them that he was the strongest spellcaster in the city!
"That's right! Father, this place is in a strange dreamland. Magic doesn't seem to exist here, so you can't use magic. Leave this place to us! "
After summoning her Snow Seal character, Cecil had killed more than ten monsters in succession. She and her other brothers and sisters had killed their way to the top and gained confidence in themselves.
Count Nicaton was momentarily stunned by Cecil's reminder. Finally, he opened his mouth and choked out a sentence.
"Enough! Cecil, I can also summon characters from the World Scar. "
Count Nicaton didn't like being treated like a useless old man by his daughter.
But when he controlled his Dwarf in tattered clothes to enter the hall, the entire hall fell into a strange silence.
"Monsters seem to have entered the west garden again!" A voice broke the eerie silence.
The players in the manor's hall ran over to block the monsters' attack. Count Nicaton saw this scene and was speechless.
"What's the situation in the city? What's the situation in the city? "
Count Nicaton grabbed a longsword and walked side by side with his Dwarf character to the entrance of the manor.
As the lord of a city, he had to find out who had invaded his city, even if it was in a dreamland.
"I don't know … We've been dealing with monster attacks," one of his children said to Count Nicaton.
"You …"
When Count Nicaton turned around, he discovered that his children had followed him out of the manor. Count Nicaton wanted to call for them to return to a safe place, but the group of warriors, mages, and hunters behind them seemed to be much stronger than this dwarf who was only level 16.
"Knight Simon! Organize your soldiers! Prepare to go to the city. "
Count Nicaton found the captain of the manor's guards among his children.
"Father, please allow me to go with you."
Cecil understood that his father wanted to organize the city's guards to defend against these monsters.
"You go back and protect your mother!" Count Nicaton shouted to the others. Just as he finished speaking, another three giant spiders appeared at the entrance.
When the spiders were about to jump towards Count Nicaton, he used his longsword and his Dwarf character to kill two of them.
The other one had its head pierced through by Knight Simon's longsword.
Count Nicaton wasn't weak in magic, and his swordsmanship was also at the level of a master.
"Cecil! Don't underestimate our lord. Leave these invaders to us! "Count Nicaton glanced at the city not far away. He could hear the wails of the people.
"But …"
"Go back! Hurry! "
Count Nicaton wouldn't let a group of minors enter the battlefield even in the Dream World.
But as soon as he finished shouting, his head flew into the sky.
This happened in an instant. Cecil's eyes widened. Count Nicaton, who had lost his head, knelt on the ground … Not a single drop of blood spurted out from the wound on his neck. Instead, a large amount of grey mist appeared.
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