The distribution mechanism in Dawn is very simple, in the case of both players and NPCs participating in the battle, the player will either deal a certain percentage of damage to the target, or be able to grab the final blow, otherwise there will be no gain. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The damage of each blow of the old knight is hundreds, and there are thousands of eruptions, how can Lu Li grab these dozens of attacks.

"Okay, that's how young people should be," the old knight was very satisfied with Lu Li's belligerent performance, and he didn't understand Lu Li's fear of his villain's mind of robbing monsters.

Outside the palace, a team of heavily armed paladins soon poured in, the Storm Knights.

Lu Li was afraid that others would rob him of his monster, so he stepped up his movements, and finally killed this weak faceless man before others could do it.

The mountain muse fell limply, and the body turned into a puddle of water before it even had time to fall to the ground.

There was only a small piece of grotesque-looking stump left in the water, and despite its small size, it emitted suffocating and amazing energy fluctuations, so you can imagine how powerful this thing was when it was complete.

Heartfelt knights escorted the king away, and Lu Li didn't even have a chance to say a word to the king.

As for this small amputated limb, it was quickly taken away by an old court mage with a snow-white beard, and looking at the old mage's solemn and cautious expression, it is estimated that its body must be something very remarkable.

Experience...... No!

Equip...... Didn't drop!

Title-Shouldn't there be a reward for the merit of escorting?-This can be had, Lu Li doesn't mind becoming a human nobleman at all, becoming a nobleman can not only divide the land and then build the player's own fortress, but also have a fixed salary to receive every month, but unfortunately this is not available.

Nothing!

So what did you work so hard for?

The old knight didn't see Lu Li's loss, and he still had to drag him to the tavern, paladins are not ascetics, they also enjoy women and wine.

So far, I haven't heard of anyone being pulled by NPCs to the big sword.,Under normal circumstances, it's natural to go to drink together after friendship.。

Lu Li is not a drunkard, but he did not refuse such an offer, this time the mission was fruitless, naturally he had to maintain a friendly relationship with the old knight, a local snake, looking at the respectful attitude of those people of the Storm Knights to the old knight just now, this person must have some background.

As for MI7, it may be the reason for the jealousy of his peers, as a member of the Assassin Alliance, Lu Li does not want to deal with them.

"I really didn't expect such a thing to happen," Lu Li opened with an emotion, but he quickly turned to the topic he wanted to carry out: "By the way, I don't know Your Excellency's name yet, after all, we fought together, although I didn't help much." ”

"Wendthall, just call me Wendthor," said the old knight very dryly.

"Poof......" The wine poured into his throat squirted out of his nostrils and mouth at all, and Lu Li looked at the old knight blankly, and the whole person was completely stupid.

Reginald Windsol!

Once a soldier under Anduin Lothar, Ginard Windsol followed Ser Lothar in his raid on the Tower of Medivan decades ago, and after the fall of Stormwind, he followed Anduin Lothar in leading the refugees across the ocean to Lordaeron in the north.

Second Orc War, Battle of the Blackstone Tower...... Reginald Windsor has been through a variety of battlefields.

He was Anduin Lothar and Tulayan's favorite deployment, and worked his way up from a soldier to the Marshal of Alliance Stormwind.

Lu Li didn't study much about this kind of person, but at least he had heard of his name.

"Don't be so out of shape, I'm not a marshal anymore, I'm just a veteran, the country has changed," Wendsol said a little lonely.

"Why is this happening?" Lu Li asked in confusion.

He didn't slack off because the marshal had become a veteran, and he wanted to hear why Genard Wendsol had gone from marshal to an ordinary man.

"Everything has changed since His Majesty Varian disappeared, the nobles have become more and more depraved, and the king has hardly managed things anymore, and if it weren't for Prince Anduin and the regent Duke Vortagan who are still helping to deal with things, the country would have been untenable......" Wendthor rarely found someone to talk to, and poured beans to tell the story.

Arthas fell to kill his father, and then the Scourge of Commanders swept through Lordaeron, threatening both the Alliance and the Horde.

When Gianna Proudmoore came to contact Varian to sign a peace agreement with the Horde, Varian agreed to sign it, and after agreeing to the peace talks, he naturally became a thorn in her side and a thorn in her flesh for fear of chaos in the world.

Soon after, Varian disappeared, and almost no one knew the reason and process for his whereabouts unknown.

The Grand Duke of Stormwind, Duke Berval Vortagen, was appointed to assist the young prince Anduin in his succession to the throne, along with the beautiful and well-informed Countess Catlana Presto.

It wasn't long before King Varian returned, but he was clearly no longer the wise and martial King he remembered.

In the past few years, Stormwind has been in a downward spiral, the royal family is not in charge, the nobility has slowly degenerated, the soldiers have begun to burn out, and many of those who dare to raise objections have been suppressed by Countess Katrana Presto.

Reginald Windsol is one of them.

"Why is the king so weak that he can't even beat a faceless one," Lu Li asked in confusion, he had always been worried about this, as a faceless person who could kill a player who was not even level fifty, King Varian actually fell to the ground after being injured.

"That Faceless Man is no ordinary Faceless One, and if he wins, I'm afraid I won't be his opponent," Wendthor said with trepidation.

Lu Li's mind flashed through that small piece of stump, and he reluctantly agreed with this statement.

"I'm going to take up a post in the Burning Plains in a while, and it's said that there are quite a few black dragons there," Windsor said with a self-deprecating smile, "Maybe I should face my fate, I've waited too long for this day." ”

Lu Li didn't know what to say, there were some things he knew would happen, and he knew how to happen, but he didn't have a position or way to stop it.

This kind of thing that may involve the main plot, he can't interfere with it as a player.

Decades ago, when he followed Ser Lothar in his raid on the Tower of Medivan, Windthor saw his future in the Tower of Medivan: death at the claws of the black dragon.

It is a fantasy akin to prophecy, where those who have the opportunity to see their final end. (To be continued.) )