Chapter 952
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The adventurers finally arrived at the heart of the Grey Fog, and Hatred was gradually forced into a desperate situation.
He had already seen this day coming, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.
"Priest, focus on pulling people! The Lord's attack is too high! "
The heart of the Dark Elf World Tree was a hall full of grey vines.
The moment the adventurers broke into this place, Hatred reacted immediately. He used violence to wipe out a group of adventurers who had broken into this place.
What he faced next was an endless stream of attacks from the enemy. The number of adventurers who entered this hall gradually increased from a hundred to a thousand.
"It's about to end."
Leuder stood silently in a corner of the core area, watching Hatred in the distance like a trapped beast.
Its body was still huge, and the explosive power that Leuder couldn't resist at all. But Leuder knew that its remaining energy was close to being exhausted.
Leuder had already seen the strength of the adventurers, so much so that she couldn't find any way to help in this final battle.
But the reason why Leuder was here … was to ensure that the adventurers could completely eradicate Hatred.
Just as Leuder expected, when the main body of Hatred was on the verge of death, it withdrew its consciousness, separated a small part of its energy, and chose to escape.
The white inscription appeared in front of Leuder, and the next moment, her figure was teleported to the other side of the core area.
This was where a small part of Hatred's energy was located. Now it should be said to be Hatred's main body.
"Now there's only remnants of your power left!"
Leuder looked at the embarrassed Hatred and finally said what she had always wanted to say.
"Get out of my way!" Hatred was in no mood to continue chatting with Leuder. It had to find a way to leave this space of consciousness.
As long as its consciousness still existed, there would be enough time to accumulate more power.
"Your tricks have killed so many innocent people, causing who knows how many people to lose their families. Do you think we will let you go?"
A dialog box suddenly appeared behind Leuder. A character called Frost Owl wielding two daggers appeared beside Leuder.
At this moment, Hatred also saw a group of adventurers appearing behind Leuder.
The worst part was that these adventurers were the most troublesome group of adventurers … They had fought with the original body of hatred several times a few days ago.
Hatred suddenly turned into the appearance of a human girl at this moment. Hatred under this appearance pointed at Leuder who was standing beside them.
"She is the architect of this Grey Fog Space …"
The hatred of the little girl began to push the blame to Leuder, and she begged them with a helpless and pitiful look.
This was the last resort of hatred. He knew that pity was also one of the weaknesses of human beings.
"He's lying, don't be fooled by him!" Leuder said to the adventurers behind him in a panic.
"How could we be fooled? This guy's acting is a bit too clumsy. We're not that stupid."
The character controlled by Carolee, Black Swan, helplessly held her forehead, then she controlled her character to take out her staff.
"For the sake of my father and the Blackwood Elves, I must kill you."
Leuder heard Carolee's reply and let out a small sigh of relief, but there really was a character who stood up and shouted "Wait a minute!"
Hatred, whose expression was gradually distorting, was stunned for a moment when he heard the words "wait a minute".
An elf wearing a rainbow-colored unicorn walked out from the crowd.
"Since you want to beg for mercy, hurry up and hand over the Rainbow Owl Headdress!" Ahr seemed to have determined which accessory Hatred had.
The moment Hatred saw the character Ahr, the anger that had accumulated in his heart burst out at once, so he unconsciously shouted "No!".
"Hmm …" After hearing this answer, Ahr made a decision. She picked up her pet Silver Wolf.
"Hamburger! Bite him! "
… …
Year 420 of the Noland Calendar, Month of Late Spring. Under the joint attack of players from the Alliance and the Horde, the creature that could endanger the entire world, the clone of the Outworld, was destroyed.
This attack lasted for ten days.
"This is a bit too fast."
Josiah looked at the HP bar of the Lord of Grey Fog that had already turned grey. The event at the End of the Rift Battlefield had already ended 20 minutes ago.
Currently, Josiah was in the middle of announcing the list of the top 1000 contributors to the Rift Battlefield on the Spellcaster Forum.
The person at the top of the achievement list was not Fuya, but a player called Steelheart.
In the later stages of the Battlefield of the Rift, Freya had been looking for trouble with the Hatred's main body. The group of Dark Elves surrounding the Hatred had been killed by Freya until they didn't dare to enter the Gray Fog Space.
So in terms of damage output, Fuya still could not beat the leader of the Iron Goblet Guild. The third place was Magic Bullet from the Scarlet Viper Guild.
"Your sister hasn't been online for almost a day. Is this what you mean by … autistic?"
Hiri was chatting in the Film Conference. This victory could be said to be a victory worthy of being recorded in the history books of the entire human race.
However, the truth of this battle was known to only a few people, but most of the members of the Film Conference did.
"She's on the Holy Ghost. Recently, she's been busy in the Rift Battlefield, so her score has dropped to third place."
Josiah had obtained Fuya's status from Qianmian. Although Fuya did not like to speak much, she was more competitive than anyone else in the game.
Playing a game was about winning, but that didn't apply to Fu Ya. She was playing a game to get first place.
The Holy Ghost had to be able to dominate the entire game and take first place in the World Scar Battlefield.
"And Josiah … They're discussing the grand event you're planning to hold. What do you plan to do?" Hiri asked.
"No." When Josiah replied, Hiri revealed an expression that said, "I knew it."
"Don't think about this for now. Let's cash in the reward for this main mission."
Josiah completed the work of announcing the follow-up rewards for this event and immediately opened a text message from Berchemont, the king of the Coastal Nation.
"I've cleared those bugs as promised. It's time for you to fulfill your promise."
"Josiah Yanorod … Before that, I want to ask you something."
It took a few minutes for Berchemont to reply to Josiah's message.
"Are you willing to become the ruler of the Coastal Nation?"
"What?"
Josiah understood Berchemont's last message, but the amount of information was so huge that Josiah could not react for a while.
"Inherit my position in the human world and become the king of the Coastal Nation."
"Not interested! I just want the tree on your back. "
Josiah immediately rejected the mess that Berchemont had thrown at him. The hatred had been resolved, but the riot in the Coastal Nation had not been resolved.
Judging from Berchemont's attitude, even if he recovered, he would not continue to manage the Coastal Nation. Therefore, he had been eager to find the next heir so that he could go back to the sea and take a bath.
"I won't stay long at the port of Nicaton City."
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