It was true.
Don't ask the NPCs how they knew about the chosen ones. Their understanding of the chosen ones was as good as the players' understanding of the chosen ones.
Meichuan Neiku and the rest of the Lifestyle players ran away. They were not normal players after all.
"Eh, where did Prince William go?" Rampaging Dragon looked around. Just when everyone was feeling puzzled, a hole had been dug out behind them at some point in time.
He did not want to see the Elven prince, who had tricked him many times.
The prince coughed lightly and continued, "Try to make the situation a little more chaotic and lure most of the Trolls out. Oh, Burned Cinder, come over too. Wales will hold off the Guru Realm Troll while you hold off the other Trolls.
When William saw this scene, his heart ached. Although he had hundreds of Trolls in his hands, they paled in comparison to this Troll tribe.
William was surprised. "Of course, you'll be the bait!"
"What about us?" Alec and the others asked.
Hundreds of Trolls gathered in the cave, and there was a Bloodline Fruit growing in the cave.
Although their subconscious told them that this group of Undead were Heaven's Chosen Ones, "Heaven" had only said that once.
The Trolls in front of them were not weak. They were not weak at all!
But there was no video transmission in this world.
The number of professionals here was actually in the hundreds.
These chosen ones were full of evil interests. They were brave and cowardly. They could not die. Their corpses could be resurrected on the spot or at another location.
What were these suicidal fellows doing here?
Some mages had surveillance abilities. Even when the players were having sex in the house, they could not hide from them …
Moreover, these fellows had the title of the City of Dawn above their heads!
But it was not the professionals who had provoked them. It was the hundreds of players.
"I don't believe that anyone can scare me away. I'll hang myself in lava!" Adolf laughed coldly in his heart. He had made up his mind not to retreat.
Although the players' abilities were average, they were good at causing trouble.
This group of unknown people seemed to have difficulty mating. It was as if a god had placed restrictions on them. The difficulty of mating was comparable to that of the elves. What was even more interesting was that after mating, they did not have children.
When William saw this scene, he had a lot of question marks on his head.
Your Dragon-slaying Saber is just a little brother!
William tugged at Wales' trousers and said, "Come in with me. I'll try to dig into the cave. You can hold off the Troll leader while I steal the Blood Fruit."
The leader who guarded the Blood Fruit was a Grandmaster Troll with a Legendary bloodline.
But he had to say it.
The six of them looked at the hundreds of players in front of them with a strange look in their eyes. Burned Cinder and the others were thinking that if they revealed their identities, their chances of obtaining the Blood Fruit would increase significantly.
Burned Cinder squinted his eyes and said coldly, "Why don't we forget about it? The Blood Fruit is really delicious. It's better to stay alive."
"…" The others were speechless. Besides Violent Dragon, who was using boxing gloves, everyone else had weapons that were bigger, longer, and thicker than Burned Cinder's.
When William and his companions rushed over, they saw a huge cave filled with Trolls holding maces.
"Pfft, pfft, pfft. What possessiveness? It's a sense of conquest …"
Violent Dragon, go and reveal your identity in front of the chosen ones and issue a mission in my name. Get them to mess up the situation. "
William did not know what Adolf was thinking. Otherwise, he would have recommended hot lava to Adolf!
"Understood." Everyone nodded.
Adolf's 25 men did not stop the players. Adolf had just been called out. Now that he saw the chosen ones of the City of Dawn, he was a little afraid.
But he had come to the Emerald Grand Duchy. How could he hide when he saw the mercenaries of the City of Dawn? How would others look at him?
"I wonder where Prince William went. These things can only increase our attributes, but they can increase the potential of the NPCs."
This question took root in the minds of many NPCs.
In less than half an hour.
But even if they killed many Trolls, even if the chosen ones did not appear today, they would appear another day.
"What? I can't handle a Grandmaster-level Troll … "As soon as Wales finished speaking, he saw a group of people staring at him. His mouth twitched and he could only sigh." I can handle it. He's just a Grandmaster-level Troll. I'm the best Battle Shield in the southeast region. "
Thus, after they dispersed, only a group of Trolls were left howling in the same place.
Where did they come from?
"Damn it, I even saw a lot of muscular tyrants carrying out evil mating rituals inside. My eyes were practically blinded. This race that is full of freedom is too perverted."
It was true.
"Let's go. Who knew there would be so many Trolls in there."
He did not want to see the Lord of the City of Dawn.
Among them was Meichuan Neiku, who was a lifestyle player. He wielded his broadsword and dodged the attacks of the Trolls. From time to time, he would counterattack, but he could not deal any damage to the Trolls.
Many NPCs who did not know the exact location of the Trolls were lured over by the provocation of the players.
They were a group of lifestyle players and adventurers who were not afraid of losing experience points.
Meichuan Neiku saw more and more of his comrades dying. He immediately shouted, "Brothers, let's retreat. Don't let the NPCs reap the benefits. When they come, we'll reap the benefits."
Because they already knew the chosen ones very well.
The weakest were Intermediate Trolls, and there were more than 20 Advanced Trolls.
In conclusion, they would go to places that were interesting and relaxing!
Hundreds of Intermediate Professionals walked out in a hubbub, like farmers herding sheep, happily running towards the prairie.
The others were speechless. You've reaped all the benefits, but you're the Lord.
When he saw the muscular and steel-like Trolls, he could not help but feel a sense of possessiveness.
Many mages who believed in the truth would not completely believe in the so-called "Heavenly Will".
More importantly, these Heaven's Chosen Ones were extremely vengeful. If he really killed them many times, when they grew up, it was very likely that they would suffer endless revenge.
More and more professionals gathered in the cave.
But what was interesting was that the Trolls could drop equipment after they died …
"Ahem, it's not a sense of conquest …" William gradually locked his gaze on the Legendary Trolls. No one knew what he was thinking.
There were hundreds of Trolls.
The Legendary Troll, who was guarding the cave entrance, shivered. He felt that there were unruly people who wanted to harm him.
Otherwise, it would have been a mess.
Therefore, if they wanted to kill the chosen ones, they had to conceal their faces. They could not let the chosen ones discover their identities!
For a moment, none of the hidden NPCs dared to stop them.
"Bah, coward!" Diablo spat in disdain.
Oh!
Time passed.
That was right.
"Hehe, I'd like to know who's so powerful. My sword is thirsting for blood!" Burned Cinder caressed his Dragon-slayer saber and laughed coldly.
William narrowed his eyes and said, "Be careful. We don't know who released the news about the Blood Fruit. Be careful. Don't let the dark forces take it all."
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