The battle between the City of Dawn and the legendary mercenary team was like the 21st-century LOL competition between China and Korea. The former took advantage of the resurrection of the players to plunder small resources. This snowballed and continued to expand their advantage.
The latter was more reckless. Since the equipment of their members had been upgraded, they might not have absolute control over the battle, but they had more resources than the City of Dawn.
In short, they could afford to fight. Even if their quality was not as good as the regular army of the City of Dawn, they were many times more powerful. The legendary mercenary team was always looking for opportunities to fight.
It was a pity.
The City of Dawn did not want to fight with them. The regular army did not show up. They were only responsible for guarding the strongholds with the players. William had delegated the task of initiating the attack to the players.
He did not say anything else.
Most of the players had become Advanced professionals. They had become one of the foundations of the City of Dawn. Even if the enemy had a Grandmaster, they could not be killed in an instant.
Therefore, when epic professions weren't as common as cabbages, and they couldn't take care of all the strongholds, all kinds of suicidal playstyles naturally allowed the players to reach the pinnacle of perfection.
Many mercenaries who had survived the attacks of the suicidal players cursed the devils. Some even left the team and went back to their farms. They did not dare to fight against the players.
After all …
When a group of fearless players rushed towards them with magic cannons, scrolls, and magical stones, the mercenaries felt complicated. They felt as if they had encountered an army of dark creatures and the Undead.
Time passed.
The two sides fought for seven days.
The legendary mercenary team voluntarily gave up the mission of the first level of the continent. Paul Bain's proud face was slapped. He was too embarrassed to face anyone.
But he still had to hold a meeting. He did not want to see outsiders, but he could meet his subordinates.
Paul Bain held another meeting in an attempt to find a way to restrain the chosen ones.
When Alfreid realized that the former was looking at him, he said with a shoehorn face, "Why are you looking at me? I have many elite soldiers under me, but they are just ordinary Berserkers. Just because they are not afraid of death doesn't mean that they can be resurrected."
"I didn't say anything …" Paul Bain's mouth twitched. He had not even said anything, and Alfred had already interrupted him.
However, Alfreid was still jabbering on. "I'm telling you, don't let me go and send my brothers to their deaths. Otherwise, I won't let you off."
As Paul Bain's henchman, Sikorath stood up and slammed the table for the sake of the legion leader's face, "Alfreid, pay attention to your identity. You are now the deputy legion leader, and this is not the Extreme North Mercenary Group!"
"What the f * ck?" Alfred, who was of the northern region, stood up. He tilted his head and looked at the little brat in front of him. He was about to reach the Legendary level. What right did he have to say?
Wendy, who was also a deputy army commander, interrupted everyone's conversation. She glanced at the disunited 'comrades' and 'partners' and smiled calmly. "Isn't the purpose of this meeting to come up with a way to deal with the Chosen One? "Isn't the purpose of the meeting to think of a way to deal with the chosen ones? Why don't you guys argue first? If you can't argue, then fight. If you can't win, then find someone else. Anyway, we have a lot of manpower. We can fight for at least two months. What do you think?"
"Wendy, don't be sarcastic. Everyone knows that you are interested in William Blackleaf's face. I think you are waiting for the City of Dawn to defeat us. Then, we will take you in." Alfred was angry. When this muscular man was angry, he could not control himself. He would attack whoever he saw.
Wendy's expression changed slightly. She held a snow-white magic staff in her hand. Alfred looked at her coldly. Paul Bain looked up at the sky with a headache.
It's so hard for me.
The disadvantage of the merger of the three large mercenary teams had appeared. They could not withstand any storms. If they could always obtain benefits, everything would be fine. But if there were any signs of failure, no one would be willing to bear the consequences. They did not want to pay the price.
Furthermore, they were all Legendary professionals. Their words carried weight. Now, they would start fighting because of a disagreement.
Who could withstand this? He was under a lot of pressure!
For a moment.
Paul Bain was envious of William's handsome face.
Now, many forces were saying that the Lord of the City of Dawn did not need to be powerful. He only needed his face to command the experts of the City of Dawn. They would not be able to find any complaints.
MMP。
Was it because he was handsome that he could do whatever he wanted?
Was it because he had good looks that he could do whatever he wanted?
Just when Alfreid and Wendy were at daggers drawn, a suffocating aura appeared in the conference hall.
The expressions of all the Epic professionals in the hall changed drastically.
The expressions of the three Legendary professionals did not look good either. They did not expect this person to appear in this meeting.
In the next moment.
A man wearing golden armor and a golden mask slowly appeared in the center of the hall. He calmly scanned everyone present. Paul Bain stood up and gave up his seat. He said respectfully, "Greetings, Lord Scarab!"
"Greetings, Lord Scarab." Alfred and the rest also stood up and bowed respectfully.
This Sage expert named Scarab did not sit in Paul Bain's seat. He said emotionlessly, "I have given you great benefits and allowed you to move one step closer to the Sage realm. I have also provided countless resources and equipment to your mercenaries. Now, you want to repay me in this way?
Or … are you going to repay the Godslayer Temple in this way? "
Once he said that.
The entire conference hall fell silent. Even the sound of a pin dropping could be heard. Everyone could not help but hold their breaths and heartbeats.
Murdering God Palace. When these three words were said, it was too terrifying.
This mysterious organization that dared to go toe to toe against the gods was simply too powerful.
Paul Bain continued to organize his words in his mind. In the end, he clenched his fists and said helplessly, "Those immortal Chosen Ones are too troublesome. In seven days, they destroyed hundreds of our strongholds in a suicidal manner. It seems like they've suffered great losses, but the fact that they can resurrect gives them the greatest advantage."
Scarab wore a golden mask. No one could see his facial expression. He calmly replied, "The City of Dawn attacked your stronghold. Must you attack their stronghold? Don't you dare to attack the City of Dawn and destroy their stronghold? "
Paul Bain's mouth twitched. That was easy to say. Did they have to be so direct? The war had just begun. Now, they had to make a last-ditch effort?
The rhythm was not right. There was no need to charge into the enemy's crystal in the first team battle.
But the man wearing golden armor sneered again. "I know you are afraid. But if you dare to attack, even if I don't do anything, the Godslayer Temple will arrange sufficient reinforcements for you."
"Really?" Paul Bain could not help but take a deep breath. If the Murdering God Temple really wanted to help, then the City of Dawn would be completely destroyed. If they did not kill William, his father might not do anything. Even if he did, he would not.
Even if he did, the Godslayer Temple was not a Magic Sanctuary. It was not like they did not have peak sages.
Scarab glanced at him and sighed. "The Godslayer Temple wants to speed up because the advancement of the fourth era has exceeded the Godslayer Temple's expectations.
"The actions of the Reincarnated Gods have also exceeded our expectations. They have started to join the various camps and have become our shields. This makes it difficult for us to attack them.
"Therefore, the Godslayer Temple needs you to become the top power in the legendary continent and help us obtain information about the Gods."
At this point,
He said in a deep voice, "The purpose of the Godslayer Temple is to prevent all living beings in the Gods' continent from being controlled by the Gods. We have no intention of fighting for the fourth era's Master. We are also not interested in taking over your 'legendary mercenary group'.
"I will provide the money, and you will provide the manpower. This is a good deal.
"But the Godslayer Temple is providing the money and manpower. If you still have any results, you should know the consequences."
Paul Bain and the other two Legendary warriors' expressions changed. They immediately lowered their heads respectfully and said in a deep voice, "We will complete the mission with our lives."
After a long time.
When they raised their heads, they discovered that the sage of the Godslayer Temple had disappeared.
At this moment.
Countless people in the conference hall finally heaved a sigh of relief. They were so shocked that their hearts almost stopped beating.
In fact, many Epic professionals did not even know about the Godslayer Temple. They did not even know about the sage.
They wanted to know what kind of power the Godslayer Temple was. What was the ranking of Scarab?
Was it Scarab 1?
Or else, the higher the number, the more powerful he was?
But no matter what.
The pressure that the Godslayer Temple gave them was too great.
Paul Bain pondered for a while and came up with a plan. He said in a deep voice, "It is very disadvantageous for us to split up. When the sages are unable to attack, we will not be able to use the Space Shield to stop the reinforcements from the Teleportation Portal. "Then we will attack with all our might. We will target one of the cities in the City of Dawn and fight to the death."
Alfred frowned. "The City of Dawn or the Beast Castle? These two cities will not be easy to attack. "
"Hmph, didn't William hand over the management of the cities to the chosen ones? Then we will attack the five cities in the Sand Sea. As long as we attack fast enough, the chosen ones will not be able to defend against us. "As long as we take down those cities in a short period of time, we will close the one-way Teleportation Portal in the City of Dawn. Then, we will use the Teleportation Portal to teleport all the civilians. When William arrives, other than the chosen ones who are still reviving, he will not be able to see a single strand of hair." Paul Bain had no intention of massacring the cities.
If he really did that.
Then they would not be mercenaries. They would be a group of bounty hunters that everyone wanted to kill. By then, not only would the City of Dawn not be able to tolerate them, the other powers in the Legendary continent would also be unable to tolerate them.
And at this moment.
In the magic tower of the City of Dawn, Moses, who was hugging a crystal ball, suddenly raised his eyebrows.
Oh.
It had to be said.
Moses could suppress the God of Divination in terms of divination. In terms of foresight, he was not afraid of anyone. Unless there was a Warlock Sage who was good at divination!
But obviously …
The domineering Scarab seemed to be a brute.
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