For the Dragon Slaying Guild, this was indeed a night of fame and fortune. However, the struggle in Zhuo Long's heart was not known to outsiders. What was achievement? Achievement was having what others didn't have, and having more than others. Now, every country, including normal players, had a large number of Abyss Lords. What would Zhuo Long think?
What should he do next? Attack? Send the Level 6 soldiers that were impossible to obtain at the current stage to their deaths? Impossible! Players treated the Level 1, 2, and 3 troops as treasures and were unwilling to charge forward. Now that there were Level 6 soldiers, it was easy to imagine! Anyway, Dragon Slaying Guild would not continue to charge forward. This was called stopping before going too far. After all, most of the Infernal Race in the China server were normal players. After the rock-paper-scissors incident last night, Zhuo Long had learned his lesson. He had to consider the interests of normal players at all times.
It was not hard to imagine that the other countries who came to watch the show wouldn't charge forward even if they got a bargain. This country war was destined to be a passive game that would last until the end. When would it end? Of course, the Japanese had the final say. They were the main force against the Infernal Race, and their main force had entered the China server. They had no choice but to charge forward.
Yes, the next step was to waste time. Nothing but waste time with the Japanese.
That's right, there was also India. India should be the party that benefited the most. They seemed to be recruiting a hero? This could be seen from the fact that India took the initiative to block Dragon Slaying Guild's path. They couldn't wait until they got that hero.
And from the current situation, India had a big appetite. They actually wanted to get the legendary Epic Cannon Girl of the Infernal Race!
Zhuo Long was very unhappy, so he didn't block the path and let the Indians do it! Anyway, he had decided to stop while he was ahead and let nature take its course.
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Compared to Zhuo Long's struggle, the Indian server was doing very well.
At this moment, surrounded by a wall of three brothers, Shiril was confessing to Dilieb, who was repeatedly dismantling the Phantom Crossbow, "My passion is like a fire. You are a female otaku, and I am a male otaku. The crossbow of fate has connected us together. Little Bu, accept my love?"
The group of three brothers applauded.
Dilieb, a female Great Demon who wore a terrifying mask. The reason why she wore a mask was that she didn't want others to mistake her for a succubus after seeing her beauty. This was an absolute insult to a Great Demon. In the world of demons, demons were divided into upper, middle, and lower grades according to their bloodlines. The Greater Demons were undoubtedly the superior race that ruled the world, while the Banshees and Nightmares were usually the property of the Demon Lord.
On the other hand, Dirib's body was petite compared to ordinary female Great Demons (in the words of the Great Demons, she was short). This not only made it easy for her to be mistaken as a succubus, but also made it difficult for her to excel in individual battles. That was why she put all her heart and soul into researching war machines and achieved great results. Compared to the demon army that could betray her at any time and wavered between fear of the enemy or fear of their master, the cold steel machine was her most reliable comrade.
Back when he was still a student, Shiril, who was a Middle Flame Demon, saw Dilieb's beauty by chance and fell in love at first sight. As he continued to improve his strength, he began to pursue Dilieb relentlessly. Although Dirib was considered a "short" existence among the Great Fiends, a Great Fiend was still a Great Fiend with a noble bloodline. As long as he could marry a Great Fiend, his life would undergo earth-shaking changes.
However, Great Demons were not that easy to pursue. Not to mention that Dilieb's talent had increased her status day by day. It was getting harder and harder for Shiril to keep up with her. In short, this was a love story between two epic heroes without love.
At this moment, facing Shiril's confession, Dilieb sneered coldly without raising her head. "You think you're qualified now?"
Shiril laughed. "I invited you here so that you can witness the rise of my career with your own eyes!"
Dilieb sneered. "The focus of the demon king's strategy is on the rich new world. He won't use too many resources in the old world. You don't even have a decent army, and your opponent is indeed the World Tree, the foundation of the elves. Do you think you can rely on these little guys to achieve success?"
Shiril laughed. "It's precisely because the demon king won't use too many resources here that this is a test for excellent generals. I won't miss this opportunity. I spent 500 years of my flame essence to summon a large number of Abyss Demons. This is my army! This army is enough to severely damage the World Tree! And the energy I spent was replenished by visiting the Wisdom Ancient Tree. Then, I used the Cursed Ancient Tree to further threaten the World Tree. My plan is flawless! "
Dilieb was shocked. "You idiot!"
The group of third brothers finally understood the origins of the Lord of the Abyss. They nodded repeatedly, agreeing with the idiot statement.
Shiril was overjoyed. "Lil Bu, were you worried about me just now? That's great. Don't worry about me. Although I've temporarily weakened my strength by using 500 years of flame essence, it's not worth mentioning compared to my merit. "
Dilieb roared, "I'm talking about the Wisdom Ancient Tree! Why didn't you call me! "
Shiril's body shook, and the flame he was so proud of was instantly extinguished. He said in a daze, "Weren't you not here at that time?"
Dilieb said angrily, "Then couldn't you have waited for me?"
Shiril's body was as black as charcoal. "The military situation was urgent, and I didn't expect you to really come."
Dirib snorted and ignored him, continuing to fiddle with the cannon. Shiril was stunned on the spot.
The three brothers sighed and shook their heads. It seemed like it was over between them.
At this time, Deirdre interrupted, "Sir Dilieb, this cannon is actually a gift from Master, but he wasn't sure if it would be good enough for you, so he didn't say anything."
Dilieb was pleasantly surprised. "A gift for me?"
Shiril looked at Deirdre in shock, then nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes, yes! Lil Bu, this is a gift for you! It's great that you like it! "
Dilieb suddenly stood up and laughed. His arrogant gaze finally fell on Deirdre, who had been following him all this time. "This cannon is worth dozens of times more than you are. Are you really willing to give it to me?"
Deirdre hurriedly said, "Compared to Master's happiness and Sir Dilieb's love, this stolen thing is nothing."
Dilieb laughed again. "Actually, I've been thinking about how to kill you and take this cannon. You're such a clever banshee. Good, very good!"
The three brothers turned pale with fright when they heard this.
At this time, Dilieb took out a skill book with a fiery cover. "In return, I'll give you this' Cannon Master 'hidden profession. It also contains my unique secret skill. But listen, once you become a Cannon Master, you won't be able to take on the common Demon Lord profession. Of course, I don't think a banshee has much authority to command the unruly Hell Legion. So, you should use me as a role model and follow in my footsteps. "
Deirdre was overjoyed. "Thank you, Sir! I'll definitely use you as a role model! "
The third brother, who had just been shocked, could not help but cheer! The entire India district's command center was in an uproar! Everyone knew that the epic hero Dilieb would not enter the Gates of Hell that other demons would. Her profession was a mystery. Now, the mystery was revealed. Her profession was a Cannon Master! In other words, this Deirdre was the second Dilieb! A hero with super strong basic attributes and a mysterious and terrifying hidden profession. She would be stronger than Dilieb in the future! How could the Indian region not be cheering?
Dilieb laughed. "Very well, I'll take this with me. It's too noisy here. I'll go back and study it. Student Sirar, I look forward to your success! "
The flames on Sirar's body soared again. "Lil Bu, I won't let you down!"
Laughing heartily, Dilieb opened a Space Gate and disappeared.
Sirar laughed and took out a flaming scroll. "You're really my disciple, and my most capable and loyal disciple. I'm proud of you. Take it. I've trained many heroes, and becoming a hero is as simple as that! That ancient tree was just bullsh * tting! I look forward to you contributing all your talents to my cause! "
Deirdre excitedly took the scroll and asked, "Teacher, this is?"
Sirar laughed. "As long as you can live to Level 50, you'll be immortal. You'll be a true hero!"
For a moment, the three brothers cheered again. The entire demon camp became a stage for the three brothers, attracting the attention of players from all over the world.
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