Booked for three days.
But William delayed it for seven days. He only arrived at the capital of the War-ending Empire after completing the inspection of the soul tools.
The Second Prince of Caesar hurriedly brought him to the secret teleportation hall of the empire.
Although he had not rushed William for many days, the secret outpost of the War-ending Empire could not hold on for much longer.
Although the Human empires had a strong military force, and it was easy to mobilize millions of soldiers, if there were too many casualties, the value of the outpost would be meaningless.
And if it was delayed, the scene of William rescuing Caesar's father-in-law might play out.
Soon.
William arrived at the teleportation hall. He saw three teleportation portals.
He watched as legions of troops rushed in to provide support. There was also a spatial gate where wounded soldiers and corpses could be seen everywhere being pulled out.
There was also a custom in the Gods' world. Souls had to return to their homeland. Otherwise, the dead would not have peace.
Basically, any powerful force would not allow their warriors to die outside their borders, unless the battle was too intense, and they did not even have time to retrieve the corpses.
For the warriors who died in the Dark World, this custom would be carried out to the end. Because if the corpses were not eaten, they could transform on the deathly battlefield.
For example, corpses with flesh could transform into Death Knights. Skeletons without flesh and blood could transform into Skeleton Soldiers.
That was why there was such a portal. Under relatively safe circumstances, it would not be closed, and people could drag the corpses back at any time.
…
William arrived at the Dark World again.
There were all sorts of flying magical beasts in the dark, blood-red sky.
The rumbling sounds of cannons resounded throughout the entire city, and energy bullets could be seen everywhere in the sky. Without a doubt, it was the Dawn Brand Magic Gatling.
Many buildings in the fortress had collapsed. Many earth element mages were continuously reinforcing and rebuilding the buildings amid the flames of war.
The walls in the north, south, east, and west were not occupied by the dark creatures, but they could only resist with difficulty.
But if there was no more sage to break through the gaps, it was only a matter of time before the outpost fell.
A relatively elite, high-level army had just walked out of the portal when they saw the scene in front of them. Some of the soldiers were so scared that their legs turned to jelly. The Guru Army Commander had never been to the Dark World, but at least he knew what he had to do.
They immediately boosted their morale and shouted the slogan of fighting for the Empire. They followed the flag and rushed to the west wall in an orderly manner.
William took a deep look.
The strength of this army was not bad, but it was unknown how many people would survive.
If things went wrong, the army's designation might even be removed.
One of the Epic commanders, who was covered in blood, was holding his broken leg as he limped back to treat his injuries. Suddenly, he noticed William, who was in a daze.
This person was just about to curse out loud, asking him why he wasn't going to the frontlines and was just standing there in a daze.
But he discovered that William was not wearing the standard armor. After taking a closer look, his face lit up with joy. He immediately shouted, "Hante, come here. The Lord of the City of Dawn is here. Where did you find him?"
William turned to look, and an Epic Shield Warrior hurriedly ran over. He did not greet William. Instead, he said anxiously, "Greetings, Lord of the City of Dawn. You've finally come. The two sages of the empire have been waiting for you for a few days."
"Are they free now?" William followed him and flew into the distance.
"I've just fought with the three Dark Lords in the domain of sages. I don't know the outcome. But Lord Warlock Saint, Gregory seems to have suffered serious injuries." Hante's voice was very soft. In this noisy battlefield, only William could hear him.
The prince frowned slightly. Gregory?
The Controller of Gold was a powerful metal element Warlock Saint. In terms of defense, he was not weaker than ordinary Battle Sages.
His injuries were so serious that they could be seen by an Epic professional. Perhaps he had suffered serious internal injuries in the previous few battles.
"Let's go."
"Yes!" Hante nodded. Both of them sped up and soon arrived at the command post of the outpost.
Hante did not enter. He pulled open the door curtain and let William enter alone.
Boom!
William turned his head. There was a crack in the southern city wall. The earth element Legendary Enchanter was frantically reinforcing it. William took a deep breath. The situation was not good.
Then he stepped into the crack and saw Gregory consuming an extremely small amount of Life Potion in an attempt to speed up the recovery of his injuries.
But his face was pale, and his eyes were slightly dazed. It was obvious that his origin had been injured. The small amount of Life Potion was of no use.
Because as the level of a professional continued to increase.
Three drops of Life Potion would not be enough to completely restore his Health Points. His mother's inner armor had also been treated as a collection, and its level could not be upgraded …
For experts like Saints, they would need at least 100 drops of Life Potion to completely recover from the injury to their origin.
As such.
William's eyes suddenly lit up.
He could do business again.
When he saw the other sage of the War-ending Empire, he was surprised and even in disbelief.
Because he was the thunder element Battle-Sage of the War-ending Empire.
His name was Dalix, and he was titled the Thunder Emperor.
Without a doubt.
This was a high-ranked Saint Seat.
After all, the title of sage had to be recognized by many sages.
There were a few thunder element sages in the Gods' continent, but he was the only sage who dared to be called the Thunder Emperor. His power was self-evident.
Dalix was a tall man. He was 2.1 meters tall. He held a battle axe in his hand. His armor was full of scars, but it was filled with the radiance of divinity.
His eyes were bright and full of vigor, as if he had no injuries. But when he looked at William, he seemed to be full of curiosity.
"Greetings to the two sages." William slowly bowed.
Dalix chuckled. "You're too polite. You're a sage, and you have the combat power to kill sages. If not for the fact that your soul has not left the river of time, you'd be an expert like us."
"The Thunder Emperor is joking. It's not that I'm too strong. It's just that Agares is too weak." William revealed a shy smile and tried to be as low-key as possible.
The burly Thunder Emperor's mouth twitched. He almost drew his axe and slashed at William.
Damn it.
What did he mean?
Did he say that the sages were useless?
His tone was very low-key …
He used the most simple and unpretentious attitude to say the most pretentious lines.
He was indeed the legendary reincarnation of the Thunder God.
His mockery was not weak.
But then again …
What about Thor, whom he favored?
Was he just the reincarnation of an ordinary thunder element God?
"Stop fooling around. Let's talk about something serious. Cough, cough, cough …" Gregory spat out a mouthful of golden blood.
However, this old man did not want to waste the Saint Blood, so he quickly caught the Saint Blood and swallowed it again. He smacked his lips and said, "Saint Blood with life aura tastes different. It's not as smelly as before …"
William and Dalix looked at each other speechlessly. How could he say that his blood was salty in such a serious situation?
Sh * t.
His taste was too strong. Usually, it was half a bowl of rice and half a bowl of salt.
If he was not a sage, he would have high blood pressure, stroke, and coronary heart disease. He would die early.
Gregory did not know that he was drawing circles and muttering to himself. He said helplessly, "You're a little late. If you had come two days earlier, I wouldn't have been seriously injured. Now that you're here, you can only maintain the current situation. I won't be able to participate in the battle for a while."
"Could it be that your Sage combat power has not recovered? That's why it has dragged on until now? "the Thunder Emperor suddenly asked.
Gregory was also stunned.
If the Lord of the City of Dawn could only unleash a wave of attacks, and they could not kill a Dark Lord, they would definitely not be able to withstand the frequent attacks of the enemy. When that happened, they would have to give up this outpost …
It would be equivalent to wasting all their efforts.
They would not even be able to obtain any resources. It would be a huge loss.
William did not reply, and the latter did not pursue the matter. He glanced at the real-time surveillance map of the Fortress and looked at the dark creatures swarming over. The empire's army could continue to persevere, but it was definitely not a solution. They needed high-level combat power to solve the key problem. So he asked, "Three Dark Lords, are you Advanced and Intermediate sages that difficult to deal with?"
"It's too risky for the empire to choose this location. It's right in the middle of the forces of the three Dark Lords …"
The corners of William's mouth twitched. The War-ending Empire was too greedy. They wanted to take advantage of the situation.
Look at the elf race's outpost. It was as stable as an old gou. There weren't many resources in the surroundings, but its geographical location was good. They only relied on the power of a Dark Sovereign. Both sides were just small soldiers fighting each other, and there was no Saint Plane powerhouse at all.
Oh.
He had forgotten.
That was the location chosen by the Supreme Pontiff of Light …
Apologies.
He had wronged the group of iron-headed kids.
"Motherf * cker! Who knew that one of those three bastards had actually hidden his cultivation and suddenly erupted with the battle prowess of a high-level Sage. Otherwise, we would have long suppressed them and beaten them up. Our butts would have bloomed in the future." The Thunder Monarch cursed angrily. Then, he revealed the strength of the three sovereigns of darkness.
There was one Advanced, Intermediate, and Beginner sage.
According to the intelligence of the empire, if there were two Intermediate and one Beginner sage, the Thunder Emperor and Grigory would be able to defeat the three of them. Even if none of them died in battle, they would be able to beat the sh * t out of them.
But if they wanted to blame something, they could only blame it on the wrong information.
After the d * mn Legendary devil had his soul extracted and his skin skinned, it was discovered that he was not lying. That fool did not know that their leader had concealed his strength.
Hmm.
There were traitors everywhere.
As the war between the two continents progressed into its later stages, the traitors from both sides frequently resorted to their own methods. Among them, the number of Holy Plane experts who were tricked and killed by them was truly not small. The Holy Plane experts from both sides were so angry that they ground their teeth, wishing that they could send all of them to the Demon Hunter Union.
One of the 72 Devil Gods, Vasak, who had been looked down upon, had advanced to the Advanced sage level.
Hence, under such circumstances, even if Grigory's strength was good and could temporarily hold back the two sages, he would attempt to determine the victor between the Thunder Emperor and him.
But Vasak, who had just advanced to the Advanced sage level, would retreat quickly every time he was about to be defeated. It was difficult for a warrior like the Thunder Emperor, who did not have many control skills, to stop him.
As time passed, Grigory's internal injuries worsened, and he could not hold on any longer.
Just as the Thunder Emperor and Grigory were thinking about whether they should report to the Thunder Emperor and see if they could summon another sage or choose to retreat to reduce their losses …
William suddenly took out a bottle filled with 200 drops of Life Potion!
The Thunder Emperor and Grigory turned to look at the small bottle. They could feel the life aura coming out of the magic bottle, and they were about to drool.
"Life Potion? You have so much? "Grigory's expression changed slightly.
William smiled shyly. "The children of rich families have a lot of snacks. After all, I'm my father's favorite child."
"…" The Thunder Emperor and Grigory were deep in thought.
This d * mn rich second-generation heir.
He deserved to die.
MMP。
Why didn't he have a sage level father?
That was not right …
Duke Albright was the son of the Peerless Battle-Sage, but his father did not dare to come to the Dark World.
It could not be helped.
Once the Peerless Battle-Sage came, at least three peak Lords of Darkness would attack!
In fact, the frequent attacks of the three Lords of Darkness might have something to do with Albright.
But it was different for Rogers. He was a novice peak sage, and according to his … luck, he would encounter a complete temple every time he passed by, so he would definitely obtain a lot of Life Potion.
"Ahem, for the sake of the empire's victory, give me the Life Potion first. If we really want to determine the victor, there will be plenty of benefits for you." Grigory stretched out his evil golden hand to grab the Life Potion.
William hurriedly kept the Life Potion in his space ring and laughed. "It's a deal for me to help, and the Life Potion is also a deal. Lord Warlock Saint, you're the chief Warlock Saint of the empire and the honorary dean of the Magic Academy. You're very rich!"
"This … you know." William skillfully rubbed his fingers together.
The Controller of Gold's face darkened. D * mn, are you trying to scam me while I'm injured?
200 drops of Life Potion were enough for him to recover from his injuries twice. But the price was ridiculous. It was equivalent to at least two magical crystal mines.
Those were Mana Crystals, after all.
How many magical weapons could they produce?
Two words.
No way.
He did not have money, nor did he have magical crystals. Those were resources of the empire, and he did not have that much. At most, he would retreat. It was quite dangerous.
He heard that many sages had perished at the other outposts, and 70% of them were Warlock Saints. D * mn, was the status of Warlock Saints that low?
If he continued fighting, he would be dead.
But when the Thunder Monarch saw him in this state, he hurriedly transmitted a message to him. "Buy it. It's worth it. You'll be serving the empire. How can you pay for it? Is your brain made of iron? Have you become stupid from training?"
Gregory gritted his teeth and glared at the Thunder Monarch. After pondering for three seconds, he coughed and said, "Name a price. I'll buy it all."
Hmm.
After all, drinking a lot of Life Potion seemed to be able to heal some internal injuries. It was not a loss to buy it. Anyway, the empire would pay for it. He might even be able to recover from it …
"Three magical crystal veins." William made a victory sign.
"D * mn!" Gregory gritted his teeth and cursed. "Don't think that just because you're the son of Rogers, I won't dare to beat you up. I'll give you one and a half mines."
"I'm leaving. I didn't rely on my father to grow up."
"But even if business fails, the friendship between the City of Dawn and the empire will last forever. Look for me again if you have a mission. After all, I'm the King of War in the Legendary continent." The prince sighed and planned to leave.
"Sigh, two. Two is a deal."
"You're not sincere. My father went through a lot of hardships and traveled all over the mountains and rivers to gather this small bottle of Life Potion. I can't even bear to drink it myself. If I sell it to you, my father will definitely scold me for being a foolish son when he returns." William pouted.
The Thunder Monarch suddenly said, "Two and a half. Don't be too greedy. The Life Potion isn't priceless. There are substitutes. If it wasn't for the fact that time is tight, sages wouldn't need to use it to heal their injuries."
"Then … that's fine. You're right. Sages recover very quickly. If it wasn't for the fact that time is tight, they wouldn't need the Life Potion at all. But the war in the future will be tight, especially the empire. There won't be much Life Potion left, right?" William tossed the bottle to Gregory. He was not afraid that the sage would go back on his word.
When the sage received the Life Potion, he quickly swallowed a mouthful and meditated to recover from his injuries.
The Thunder Monarch squinted his eyes cautiously. This brat was too shrewd. He was doing business with his allies. He had to treat him with caution.
Hence, he said proudly, "The empire has plenty of Life Potion. It depends on whether it's worth it, especially since your combat power isn't stable. Who knows if you'll be able to hold back a sage while Gregory recovers, giving me a chance to kill him."
William raised his eyebrows. He did not care about the Thunder Monarch's tone. He sighed and said, "Tsk, I wanted to sell you a few more bottles of Life Potion. Since the empire has enough, forget it."
"…" Both of them blinked. They did not seem to have heard him clearly.
Wait a moment.
Were you sure you were talking about tens of bottles of Life Potion?
The Life Potion produced by the World Tree?
Or other types of Life Potion?
One drop per bottle?
Or 200 drops per bottle?
Gosh!
Buy it.
Of course, they would buy it.
There were not many magical stone mines, but there were other mines, secret manuals, skills, forbidden skills, body fusion, equipment, warships, and various other things.
In short.
In such a situation where there was a great war.
The World Tree was gone, but the Life Potion produced by it was a super strategic resource. As long as the sage was not instantly killed, he could quickly recover his combat power and enter the battlefield again. Then, he could use this to break the stalemate and obtain more resources. It was definitely not a loss.
Otherwise, how could the Elf Clan have resisted the Dark World for 800 years on their own?
They had a lot of Life Potion!
Next.
Both of them forgot about the dark army outside and started a new wave of secret transactions.
Should they worry about the greed of the War-ending Empire?
Apologies.
He had a father who had picked up a full set of divine equipment. This amount of Life Potion did not arouse too much suspicion. It would be fine as long as they did not sell too much.
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