When Camelot said that he was going to teach the Warlock Saint a lesson, he was not bluffing.
The difference of one word was like the difference between heaven and earth.
Of course, William believed that when his father taught him a lesson, it would be the same. Hence, there was nothing to be afraid of.
After William and Camelot discussed the basic matters of their cooperation, he received an SS level super main storyline mission. He would enjoy all the experience points. If he could complete the mission 100%, he would receive 5 billion experience points.
William was already at level 230. After obtaining the experience points, he estimated that he could level up by another 10 levels.
There was a total of 90 levels between the Legendary and Sages. To many players, this was an insurmountable amount of experience points. In his previous life, before he died of exhaustion, no one had attained the Sage state.
But to William, who could earn money and enter the VIP leveling room, the speed of leveling up was extremely fast.
He even wanted to complete as many missions as possible within the next 10 years and attain the Sage state.
If he did not succeed, after the version update, when a large number of young lambs arrived, he would still be able to reach the Sage state.
"Of course, it's best to attain the Sage state in advance. Then, I can use the experience points of the players to advance further. I won't be a weakling among the Sages." William sighed. Camelot did not want to start the Holy War in advance.
But the fourth era had begun, and the Holy War in version 5.0 was about to begin. Camelot had no choice but to participate.
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The war between the City of Dawn and the Magic Sanctuary would not start easily.
There were many things to prepare. If they wanted to start the war, it would take a few months. More importantly, the Warlock Saint had not arrived at the Legendary continent. He seemed to be making some preparations.
William finally found out the name of the newly advanced Warlock Saint.
Tom Mader was an expert in black witchcraft. His nickname was Necromancer.
William was stunned. Tom Mader was not very famous in his previous life. But because of his name, he was jokingly called Voldemort by the majority of the players.
"So it's you, the traitor. The Church of Magic has been tricked." The corners of William's mouth twitched.
The doctrine of the Church of Magic was to have absolute faith in the Lord of Magic. The words of the Lord of Magic were the truth.
However, Tom Marder was indeed a lackey of the God of Darkness. He vaguely remembered that this Necromancer had used his own means to send the Dark Army directly to the headquarters of the Church of Magic. Not only did he cause countless casualties, but he also sacrificed two Saints to the God of Darkness.
In the end, even though many people from the Church of Magic managed to survive, their status in Jianghu plummeted. They were no longer a match for the God-Slaying Temple. They even disappeared for a long time, and no one could hear about them anymore.
From this, it could be seen that the relationship between the Master of Magic and the God of Darkness wasn't very good. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been so conniving.
"Hmm, there seems to be something we can do." While William was deep in thought, Lancelot's telepathic message caught his attention.
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In a city in the Red Fire Kingdom of the Southern Region.
A bard spoke with fervor and assurance, "Everyone says that the Lord of the City of Dawn is the most handsome man in the Gods' continent. He is handsome and suave. Everyone loves him, and flowers bloom when they see him.
"He is the idol of thousands of noble ladies and the object of admiration of countless female professionals.
"Oh yes, I have more than 100 portraits of the Lord of the City of Dawn. Although they don't look like him, they are worth 3 silver coins each. You won't lose out if you buy them."
"Old Nick, do you dare to change the opening? Besides, the tavern is full of old men. Who would buy his portrait? You've been paid, haven't you?" A burly man grew impatient. He stood up abruptly and slammed the table, spilling the wine on the floor.
The bard named Old Nick was also indignant. He stood up proudly and said, "So what? I've received money. If you don't like it, go and reason with the City of Dawn."
“FUCK！” The man's mouth twitched and he sat down. There were too few entertainment activities in the pub. The bard was in high demand. Even if many stories had been told 1,800 times, many people would still listen with great interest.
The bard waved the portrait in his hand. Seeing that no one wanted to buy it, he grinned and said, "Forget it. Today, I'll tell you a new story. It's about the adventures of the Lord of the City of Dawn and the Son of Light, Lancelot."
"Really?"
"Yes. It's a pity that I'm a little thirsty and hungry. I don't have the energy to tell the story …"
"Boss, serve him wine and food. If he can't finish his story, let him walk out with his butt covered." Someone shouted impatiently.
Just as the Bard was swindling food and making up stories, a voice suddenly rang out.
No one knew that the protagonists of the story were drinking in a corner of the pub.
Both Lancelot and William used magic scrolls, so they looked ordinary, and their auras were very ordinary beginner professionals.
When the former heard that the Lord of the City of Dawn had repeatedly rescued the Son of Light from danger, he couldn't help but frown and glance at William. "Did the bard really receive money?"
William widened his eyes and looked at the bard. "How is that possible? The City of Dawn is a big business, but you have to provide evidence for your words. Otherwise, I'll sue the Pope of Light for slander."
Lancelot pursed his lips and gulped down a mouthful of sweet wine. He then said solemnly, "His Holiness the Pope said that the third Darkness Invasion will happen in ten years. However, it does not mean that the Dark World will stop during this period of time. "They will send batches of vanguard troops in an attempt to spread fear in the Gods' continent. They will make the people believe in the Darkness. There are some Legendary devils among them."
"Is that all?" William looked at him in surprise. "Can't you just finish your story through the magic scroll? Why must you meet me? Is it because you haven't seen my handsome face for a long time that you suddenly miss me?"
Lancelot spat on the ground. "Pfft!"
After hesitating for a while, he suddenly said, "Give me an engraved crystal. The kind that has your face."
“？？？” William felt a chill down his spine. As he retreated, he almost broke through the walls of the tavern.
The Viscount of Light hurriedly explained with a nervous expression, "This is not a serious matter, and I don't want to use it … Look, I'm just asking for one.
"You know that there are many female professionals in the Temple of Light. They also know that we have a good relationship. This is what they want. They have begged me many times, but I haven't agreed.
"Some time ago, a female Temple Knight's legs were chopped off by a devil, and she was unable to recover. She cried and begged me to get an engraved crystal of you. She said that she could fall asleep just by looking at you. Even if she lost her legs, as long as she saw you, she would forget all her fears."
After he finished speaking.
As the Viscount of Light of the Temple of Light, his expression turned ugly.
He found it hard to believe.
He was the son of the Temple of Light.
But these fellows were sucking up to the Lord of the City of Dawn?
Gosh!
What did they think of him?
Wasn't he supposed to be their idol?
What did it have to do with the Lord of the City of Dawn, who relied on his looks?
William was bewildered. He waved his hand and rubbed his hair. He muttered to himself, "Wait a minute. You want an engraved crystal of my appearance? Are you asking for it for someone else, or for them …"
Three seconds later.
William slammed a space ring on the table. "Take it. There are 10,000 engraved crystals inside. You can give them to the ladies of the Temple of Light. Each engraved crystal has a different record of me. I guarantee that I'll be handsome from 720 degrees."
"Yes, it's free."
"…" Lancelot glanced at the engraved crystals in the space ring. He could not help but frown. Did William prepare for this?
Or did he plan to sell his life videos?
This d * mn profiteer, despicable foreigner. He must have planned to use his face to seduce the female professionals of the Temple of Light, right?
"Hmph, I definitely can't give them all." Lancelot had already made up his mind. He wanted to keep … well, at least half of it.
William did not know what Lancelot was thinking. He asked the boss for some wine and said, "What's the important matter you're talking about?"
"An outpost in the Dark World. If they dare to come, we will dare to fight back. The Pope intends to build outposts in the Dark World. He has already negotiated with many forces from the seven continents. You …"
"Money. With money, everything is not a problem." William's eyes lit up. The Gods' continents had not attacked indiscriminately. The seven continents had already built outposts in the Dark World.
But the cost of building these outposts was far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Not to mention other things.
The cost of building each outpost was equivalent to the cost of the Elves attacking the Orc Empire.
It was not that the City of Dawn could not contribute.
But the Dawn Army was a mercenary force. It was not a problem for William to help. As long as they had enough money, everything was not a problem.
Lancelot looked at William and could not help but sigh. "You know, this concerns the future of the Gods' continents …"
"Brother, let's not talk about righteousness. It's not that I'm greedy for money. I just can't afford to fight." William could only shrug his shoulders. "The City of Dawn is only a neutral camp. It does not occupy a large territory and does not have many resources.
"We are not the Human empires. They seem to have a strong military force, but they are all mercenaries. Fighting a war requires money.
"If we really help you fight for free, the City of Dawn will collapse in less than a year."
"As long as you build an outpost, there will be many resources for you to obtain in the Dark World."
"Don't talk nonsense. As long as we build an outpost, the resources in the Dark World will depend on our capabilities!"
Lancelot's mouth twitched. Then he saw William's pitiful expression.
Instantly.
The Viscount of Light's heart softened. He waved his hand and said, "Alright, alright. We'll hire the Dawn Army at the same price. But don't think about earning money. That's the salary for the mercenaries."
"Alright, let's wait and see. The warriors of the Dawn Army can take on two opponents at once. When will we start fighting? Which outpost will the City of Dawn be in charge of? What other forces will join this outpost? "
Lancelot smiled. "The Pope will take the lead. All the Human empires, Elves, Seraphkin, and Dwarfs will join the alliance. "No matter how the Gods' continents fight, they will have to cooperate in attacking the Dark World and building an outpost. The Pope said this himself."
"As for the outpost that the City of Dawn will be in charge of, we don't know yet. Just wait for the news. But it will take at least a year to decide."
William's eyes lit up. The Pope of Light had become a Transcendent Sage much earlier than in his previous life.
Now, he had a lot of say.
In William's previous life, only the Temple of Light, some Human empires in the seven continents, and some Light Camps participated in the outpost of the Dark World.
But this time …
It was much more powerful than in his previous life. His power had increased tremendously.
"It's even possible that the Pope of Light will say those pretentious words in advance."
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