Chapter 232
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The two Earth Drilling Mice, who were hundreds of meters deep underground, quickly ran away from the treasury in a disorderly manner. They even ran out of the capital.
At this moment.
William sat in the hole and waved his right hand. He panted and said, "I can't dig anymore. I really can't dig anymore. My left hand is fine, but my left arm is swollen."
Moses glanced at William's thickened left arm and then at his slender left arm. He rolled his eyes in disdain.
As a man, how could he not have such stamina?
Hehe …
Useless!
Moses cast a recovery magic spell. He frowned and used his magic to sense if anyone was chasing them.
After two or three minutes.
Moses stroked his chin and said, "I don't think they are chasing us. It seems like we didn't steal any important treasures. Fortunately, we weren't too greedy. Otherwise, when I touched the alternate dimension barrier, I would have been discovered. "Continue digging. Dig for tens of thousands of meters, and we will be able to get out."
"Dig? Tens of thousands of meters? I can't do it, boss … "William was speechless. Did Moses think that he liked to dig holes? Especially on this lousy island. There were so many mineral veins below.
"If we don't dig, we will be surrounded by dark creatures. Do you still want to drink the transformation potion?"
"Dig, dig, dig. What is there to drink? I'll treat it as training." William frowned. He would rather dig than drink the transformation potion.
…
At the same time.
Fatty and his companions joined the battlefield as temporary mercenaries.
At this moment.
A grand battle was taking place.
The battle in the southeastern region could not be compared to this.
When the live streamers entered the battlefield, they felt like a few small bugs.
The other players were tall, strong, and ferocious.
Both sides were enemies.
The Intermediate level was just a small fry.
The Advanced level was the regular army.
The Grandmaster was the high-end combat power.
The Epic level was the peak.
The Legendary level was on another battlefield.
Little Fatty raised the camera to its highest point and saw a shocking scene.
A Devil's Den suddenly rose from the ground. Tens of thousands of dark creatures, who were already prepared, rushed to the lower end of the battlefield. The countless dark creatures were about to tear the tens of thousands of Elven soldiers into pieces.
A water enchanter stood up.
He gently waved his magic wand.
Countless water elements gathered together in an instant.
At that moment.
Many people looked up.
It was as if they were looking at a huge lake suddenly inverted in the sky. The surface of the lake was like a mirror, unable to stir up any wind or waves.
But when they saw this scene, the hundreds of thousands of dark creatures wanted nothing more than to crawl back into the Devil's Den.
Forbidden Spell!
The flood surged to the heavens!
As the lake with a circumference of tens of thousands of meters landed on the ground with a loud bang.
Rumble!
That was not a flood …
It was like a heavy mountain crashing down, crushing countless dark creatures into a pile of meat paste.
Only then did the flood disperse the dark race army.
"Do you really think that no one can deal with you?" An Epic-ranked Evil Demon glared angrily. His body gave off a series of explosions as he charged towards the Archmage who could instantly cast a forbidden spell.
There were very few such experts in the Elven Race.
This was a Magister who had the potential to step into the legendary realm.
If possible, he must be killed.
But at the same time.
An Epic-ranked melee elf also charged at the other party and blocked him. The instant the two of them started fighting, they left behind an earth-shattering rumble.
The two of them shot into the sky at the same time.
This was because just the shockwaves from the battle between the two of them were enough to kill many soldiers.
This was something the Elves did not want to see.
As for the Evil Demons?
They did not care.
It was a pity.
Cronus had warned them sternly that they were not allowed to do that!
And those who did that were already dead …
Three Epic-ranked Evil Demons and a legendary Evil Lord had already been killed by Cronus.
It was like killing a chicken or a dog.
They were easily killed by Cronus. They could not resist at all.
That's right. This war was indeed caused by Cronus. However, he had already become a Saint and did not need to listen to the King of Darkness. Now that he had entered the Dark World, he was an equal existence.
As such, the master of this battlefield was Cronus. Even though most of his subordinates were Evil Demons and dark creatures, they still had to listen to his orders.
If the Dark World wanted to invade, Cronus could also borrow their strength to let the Moonlight Elves be reborn.
They were both using each other. If the Moonlight Elves were really defeated, they would not be able to recover.
It would be better for them to survive in the Fourth Era under the protection of the two Saints. They might even give up on a treasured land like Moonlight Island and hide in a remote area.
Cronus did not need others to see through him.
He only needed to be the executioner of his people.
Perhaps.
He had killed countless people.
Perhaps.
No one understood.
But he did not need to understand.
He did not know in advance whether his actions were right or wrong …
Only history could reflect his actions.
Cronus had a dream.
On a certain day.
The prosperous and powerful Moonlight Elves would leave a mark in the history books.
It was because of him, the traitor!
That awakened the Elves' bravery, and they became powerful.
"I really hope that when that moment comes, even if my corpse is nailed to the pillar of shame and I am cursed by countless people, so what? You … are still my most beloved people …" Cronus sat on the throne alone. He looked at the empty hall and the palace that no longer had any greenery, but his eyes were filled with longing for the future.
Just like what William had said.
This undamaged palace was a place for him to reminisce.
Because every King was lonely.
Cronus was a lonely Death God. He was waiting for a new King with anger and a sharp sword to cut off his head. He would use himself as a warning to lead his people to prosperity and a new life!
…
Fatty and the rest did not dare to participate in this battle. They ignored the disdainful gazes of others and hid in a safe corner. They continued to provide a good visual experience for the audience.
"Look, it's a Cannon Gunner!"
"Gosh, are Cannon Gunners that powerful?"
Many spectators commented on the bullet screen.
A Grandmaster Cannon Gunner charged into the battlefield. He used two hand cannons as if he was using gun kata!
Dense white beams of light shot out from the Magic Energy Cannons.
Pom, pom, pom …
The cannons were not fast, but they were powerful and rhythmic …
The magic cannons destroyed everything in their path. The dark creatures were blasted into ashes.
When a devil of the same level charged towards the cannon Gunner.
The Cannon Gunner did not care about the devil. Instead, he threw his two hand cannons into the sky. The two hand cannons rotated and shot energy cannons in all directions. In an instant, a large number of dark creatures were killed.
"You deserve to die!" The devil shouted. He transformed into a black shadow and charged towards the cannon Gunner.
But at this moment.
The Cannon Gunner, who did not have a weapon, took a step back. A long sniper cannon appeared out of thin air.
The magical crystals on the sniper cannon glowed. The Cannon Gunner channeled his battle energy into the cannon!
Boom!
A light beam that was thousands of meters long pierced through the entire battlefield!
And that devil … died on the spot.
It had to be said.
The Cannon Gunner was a profession that had appeared in the third era. Not only was it powerful, but it was also very handsome.
Many players were stunned by this scene.
But the most important thing was …
This profession was definitely worth a lot of money!
The guns and cannons that were embedded with purple crystals were definitely not cheap. Ordinary professionals did not need so many weapons …
At the same time.
A handsome Elf who had just crawled out of the ground fell into deep thought.
He had saved for a few months and even used a drop of Life Potion on his head to grow long hair. But now, it was gone …
"Damn, if I did not wear a helmet, I would definitely be bald. But … why do I feel that I will still be bald in the future?" William touched his hot Legendary helmet. Fortunately, he had sensed the danger and dodged the light beam.
Otherwise, not only would he be bald, but his head would also explode.
He glared at the Cannon Gunner. Just you wait. Sooner or later, I will find a group of silver-backed monkeys and let you know why your ass is so red!
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