Gaudus nodded in agreement, surprised by Caesar's judgment of Acacia's situation.

Indeed, in times of peace, everyone follows the rules, and no matter how strong the guy is, he will take into account the most basic decency, and very few people will use their strength to unscrupulously oppress others.

In those days, even if he was as strong as the legendary necromancer Sandru, who waged the wrong war at the wrong time, he could only end up with hatred and escape.

However, the era of peace does not last long, and in the game, this year is the year when chaos begins. As Caesar judged, it won't be long before the continent of Acacia will be ablaze with war, the heroes will be revealed, the princes will rise, attack each other, annex each other, and the strong will be strong and the weak will die.

And under such a law, if you want to gain a foothold in this war, the most important thing is not noble status, but strong strength.

At this time, McQueen also walked out of the Turin Forest with a team.

McGinn's expression looked quite relaxed, except for the fact that there was a little more dust on his face, and his robe was cut by the claws and fangs of the monster more than a dozen times, he still had a good demeanor. And the private soldiers under his command have limited casualties, and their combat power has been preserved to the greatest extent.

The last to come up is Matthew.

Matthew looked a little embarrassed, his cape was scattered, a battle helmet on his head was missing, several of his subordinates were also wounded, and his private soldiers were even more killed and wounded, and the overall situation was probably the same as Caesar's, or even worse.

These private soldiers are the most elite soldiers, they should have fought bloody battles on the battlefield, even if they died, they would have died very decently and gloriously, but unfortunately, they did not die on the battlefield, but died in infighting.

Matthew and Caesar looked at each other, then turned their heads expressionlessly, looking into the distance seemingly indifferently.

Although they looked very indifferent, there was something inexplicable in their eyes.

It's shame, it's hatred, and some... Loss.

At this moment, the Earlguard's team split into two teams, and an old, gray-haired, tall elder walked out.

An old subordinate of Count Titus and a former hunter, he was born in the plains of Turin and knew all the monster species in the Forest of Turin. For this reason, he will represent the old Earl and make the final decision on the hunt.

At the same time, Matthew, McGinn, and Caesar also brought their men and piled up their hunting proceeds in front of the elders.

A large number of demonic beasts' hearts were piled up in front of the elders like this, and half of them were still beating slightly, constantly pumping blood, showing the powerful vitality of the demonic beasts before their deaths. And the smell of blood spreads and makes people moved.

Ignoring the overwhelming smell of blood, the elder walked over to one of the hearts, put on a black-rimmed one-sided glasse, and examined it carefully.

One heart after another, large and small, slipped from his hand, and the elder was also muttering something to himself: "The heart of the ironclad black bear, 10 points, the heart of the thunder shadow wolf, 9 points......"

Matthew stood beside the elder and listened carefully to his words. This elder is not only familiar with the knowledge of Warcraft, but also known for his fairness and integrity, known as "Count Titus's scales", whether it is wealth, power or women, can not impress him, so he was chosen as the final verdict of this hunt.

Facing this burly elder, Matthew actually felt a slight nervousness, which was an emotion that he hadn't been able to have in the past three years. This is not surprising, after all, the outcome of this hunt is related to Matthew's political future, and if he loses to Caesar, then the old earl has an excuse to cut his power.

After a short calculation, the elder gave the final result: "The score of Viscount Matthew's team, total... 262 points. ”

After announcing the results, Matthew smiled with satisfaction. In the past, in similar hunting activities, none of the three brothers could exceed 200. This time, it can reach more than 250! He seemed to have seen Lady Luck smiling at him.

Then, the elder walked up to McGinn's prey and began to count:

"The heart of the berserk python, 11 points, the heart of the black-blooded hippopotamus, 10 points...... Total, 198 points. ”

When McQueen heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little gloomy. Although he is not interested in power and politics, the reason why he is called the "Lion of Savoy" is not only because of his extraordinary strength and pride in Savoy, but also because he has a stronger fighting spirit than ordinary people, and competitiveness is the greatest characteristic of his character. The hunt failed to achieve the desired results, and he was naturally depressed.

But even so, he graciously congratulated his brother Matthew, who waved his hand politely.

Finally, there is Caesar's inventory of prey.

"The heart of the one-horned rhino, 11 points, the heart of the Deathhorn Deer, 9 points, the heart of the Wind Shadow Giant Wolf, 10 points... Wait, this is... This is the heart of the withered dryad? ”

When he heard the word "withered dryad", Caesar's pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly.

The Blighted Dryad is known as the most difficult breed of intermediate-level Warcraft, whether it is the Vine Crown, the summoning of the Guardian Dryad, or the Dryad Illusion, it is a first-class divine skill. This was fully demonstrated in the battle between Gaudus and it.

And the fact that the heart of the tree was as sparkling as jade was casually listed in this pile of loot showed that Caesar's team had killed the withered dryad.

He has grown to this point, does he already have this ability?

And only Caesar knew that although he had the ability to kill the withered dryad, it would inevitably lead to heavy casualties, and the effort was not proportional to the gain, and he would not make such a stupid choice.

In that case, the only one who hunts the withered dryad is the necromancer... Gaudus is gone.

Matthew's expression couldn't help but become a little cold.

"The heart of the withered dryad... 30 points. ”

The elder said.

Caesar couldn't help but be ecstatic, but Matthew's heart felt torn.

The odds seem to be slim.

This time the count seemed to be extraordinarily long, because there were too many prey, and the elder said one number after another in his mouth, and Matthew's expression became more and more serious, because he was also silently calculating the results in his heart.

Halfway through the count, the total had exceeded 262 points, and that's when Matthew knew that he had lost, and he had lost completely.

"Total... 346 points. ”

The elder uttered a breathtaking number.

There is no doubt that the biggest winner of this hunt is Caesar.

"Congratulations, Caesar." McGinn congratulated.

Caesar nodded, then turned his gaze to Matthew and asked with a smile, "My dear brother, don't you congratulate your dear brother?" ”

Matthew's face was pale, but he showed a smile that looked very sincere, and said, "Congratulations, my brother, I hope you can always get good results like this in the future." ”

"What's next? What do you mean next? ”

"You'll find out right away."