"Your Majesty."

Gross stroked his chest and lowered his head, a look of guilt. Thousands of calculations, but he didn't calculate that his unwillingness to vent to reality caused Lu Gaoyin to face a huge crisis. He didn't dare look at the man standing at the window looking out of the whole of Rugoin.

"How many people have been gathered?"

Jehine looked down at the noisy palace gate in the distance, his expression was indifferent, and he couldn't see any nervousness. The fact that a demon suddenly invades from a mysterious shelter seems like a joke.

Of the 3,254 professionals in Lu Gaoyin, only 2,531 responded to the call. Seven hundred and twenty-three professionals have not yet returned. ”

Gross blushed and truthfully reported the data he had just gotten. A full seven hundred and twenty-three professionals, because of their immaturity, have lost a lot of strength at the moment. If he could do it all over again, he would never want to make such a mistake that was difficult for him to accept.

I wanted to take advantage of the greed of these professionals to create a little trouble for the excavation of the ruins of Nefer this time, and it was also convenient for me to secretly create opportunities for Lan Wu to obtain greater benefits. Unexpectedly, not long after the departure of the dark crow, the strong attack of the dark crow wiped out the entire team, and only a few less than ten people escaped from the clutches of the devil.

The Raven is so sophisticated in dealing with the team that it erases the team's presence, so much so that most of the professionals still look for the team in the vast dry highlands.

"It's not your fault." As if sensing the guilt in Gross's words, Jerhain turned to look at his friend who shared his ideals.

"Your Majesty, I ......" Gross was ashamed, kneeling on the ground with a soft blanket pressed against his forehead.

"It's my responsibility." Jhein smiled faintly and turned to look at the entire Lu Gaoin again: "Lu Gaoin will never fall. We have mystical sanctuaries, and we have royal prisons, and we have the whole palace. As long as there is only one left, we will never let those damned demons set foot on the streets of Rugoin. ”

Gros listened enthusiastically, raised his head and pleaded feverishly: "Your Majesty, I am willing to lead someone to guard the mysterious shelter." They tried to break into the royal prison and had to step over my corpse. ”

Jayhain heard Gross's plea and turned around, with a little doubt in his eyes at some point. He hesitated for a moment, then suddenly shook his head and smiled: "It's not like you." I believe in your loyalty. But if it were you in the past, you would never be on the front line. Tell me, is it because of the changes you have brought about by the erosion of demonic power? ”

Gross fell silent, his gaze a little dazed. After the frenzy subsided a little, he also felt a little incredible. It's really not my character. He was fearless and willing to give everything for Rugoin, but he would not risk it himself. The nobility had the responsibility of the nobility, not the sacrifice of life.

Nobility is not a title that can be decided. They can be greedy, they can be extravagant, they can be cruel, but they can never be incompetent. It is not possible for an incompetent son of a nobleman to inherit a title of nobility. The reason why each family has been passed down to this day is because every nobleman who inherits the title is the best son of the family. Those incompetent deserve nothing more than a herd of pigs to be raised.

Cultivating a nobleman is not easier than cultivating a professional.

One civilian died, and countless more. One pro died, and there were many more. But when a nobleman dies, it is not a simple matter to train another nobleman to fill the vacancy in a short time. In addition to looking at the heritage of the family, we also have to look at the cultivation mechanism of the descendants. Once a capable descendant cannot be found in the family, then the inheritance of the family is over.

The aristocracy is the leader, not the executor.

This is the point he has always adhered to. It's like a proverb in the Far East. Aristocrats would never stand under a wall that was about to collapse. He had always thought so.

Gross was in a trance. Suddenly, Lan Wu's figure inexplicably walked into his mind. He was stunned, and there was a faint bitterness in his eyes.

"It turned out that he changed me." Gross shook his head and smiled wryly.

If you think about it, the earth-shaking changes in Camp Rogue today are all because of the appearance of this benefactor. This has long been affirmed by him. The gambling between the two, the Professionals Guild, and then Tristram and so on, all of them have the shadow of this benefactor.

The gambling between the two spurred the birth of the Professional Guild. If it weren't for the equipment that you lost the bet on, it would have taken more time for the Professionals Guild to build and gain the buy-in of most Professionals. As soon as the Professionals' Guild was established, many of the professionals in Camp Rogge changed their minds in a short period of time, and no longer regarded going to Lugoin as their only goal. It was this turning point that destroyed the plan that Gerhein had always insisted on, and also started the rapid development of Rog's camp.

When Tristram fell into the hands of Rog's camp, he was shocked to find that the situation had been radically turned. Camp Rog is no longer dependent on outside support. An independent Tristram brought a large and secure rear to Camp Rog's. On the other hand, although there is also an independent space called Warlock Canyon, it is full of a large number of dangerous demons, and there is even the existence of the demon king of Duriel, who is second only to the three major demon gods.

Rugoin's future is destined to be no better than that of Camp Rog, which has a stable rear.

When he realized this, he planned to improve his relationship with Lan Wu. Camp Rog no longer needs to rely on Rugoin's protection. And Rugoin's future has to depend on Camp Roger. Lan Wu, the benefactor, is the best lubricant to ease the hatred between the two forces.

But the reality is often cruel and unforgiving.

Lan Wu's whereabouts are still unknown. This is not a small blow. Not only did it completely disrupt his plans, but it also greatly affected the relationship with Rog's camp. Once the news of Lanwu's capture by the Ravens reached Camp Rogue...... He had already thought of the result.

Relations between the two sides will fall to a freezing point. The cooperation between the two sides will also come to naught.

What will happen to the crows, he doesn't care. What he cared about was what his future would be for him if he lost his friendship at Camp Rogue. This forced him to re-plan.

What Lan Wu can do, I can do too.

As a proud Lugoin, he witnessed the rapid rise of Lanwu and led the Rogue camp to the path of rapid development. This made him change his initial insistence.

The aristocracy is not only the leader, but also the executor.

Clearing his head, Gross's gaze became confident again. He solemnly stroked his chest: "Your Majesty, if there is anything that makes me change, it is only him, the benefactor." He taught me what it means to be a good leader. If only the commoners were to give their lives for Lugoin, then what would we nobles do? I'm willing to change that. I am willing to dedicate all my strength, including my life, to assist His Majesty in leading Lu Gaoin to glory. ”

After saying this, Gross suddenly felt relaxed, as if a large stone in his heart had been completely removed. He laughed to himself and lowered his head, waiting for Jehine's permission.

"I won't allow you to die."

With the sound of the door slamming shut, Jerhain's voice crept into his ears. He looked up in surprise, but Jerhain was gone. He curled the corners of his mouth confidently and said to himself, "I'm a mage, how can I die so easily." ”

Gross got up and walked out of the room, immediately finding two henchmen, Glasgow and Loved, and rushing all the way to the mysterious shelter. After passing through the numerous defensive lines, the three of them were guided by the city guards, and soon reached the fiercest front line.

Mystical Sanctuary.

This wide artificial stone platform is extremely wide. The stone fort built around the teleportation array was large enough to accommodate a thousand people. It is also one of the important strongholds for defending against the invasion of spies.

At this time, the surrounding area of the stone castle has become a chaotic battlefield. Countless waves of demons poured in, crashing into the fortified stone fortress like huge waves.

Necromancers chant incantations under the protection of other melee classes. Wherever the bone staff went, a lifeless corpse suddenly swelled out, followed by a loud bang. A blank space immediately appeared in the black pressed demon.

Corpse explosion, one of the most powerful group injury skills.

This skill ignores the four defenses, only looks at the maximum health limit of the corpse, and deals explosion damage equal to 100% of the upper life limit of the surrounding enemies.

About twenty necromancers occupied the four walls of the stone castle, and unleashed corpse explosions one after another, cleaning up as many demons as possible under the stone castle. Unfortunately, the number of necromancers is scarce. They could only guarantee that they would not be crushed by the demonic army.

"Water Fertilizer Warrior!"

I don't know who exclaimed, and Gross was secretly shocked in his heart. The Water Fat Warrior is one of the most disgusting demons. These beetle-like demons are like giant batteries that burst into countless lightning bolts when attacked. These lightning bolts were so powerful that they were hit by more than a dozen bolts of lightning, and even a paladin or a barbarian had to kneel.

Looking up, a large swarm of black crushed beetles rushed in. This low-level demon, who had almost no intelligence, completely ignored the Moon Clan in front of him and melee demons such as the Spear Cat, and instantly poured under the stone castle. For a moment, the firepower on the stone fort suddenly stopped.

No one dared to act rashly.

With a boom, a necromancer reflexively unleashed a corpse explosion, instantly killing a large number of water and fat warriors. In an instant, countless lightning flashes erupted, illuminating the surroundings as if it were daylight.

Filled with a deadly white light, the faces of everyone on the stone castle turned pale as snow. The necromancer who had inadvertently caused this tragedy trembled in fright, forgetting that his small body could not withstand a few clouds of lightning.

Ziz.

A paladin next to him reacted in time and hurriedly raised his shield to block several clouds of lightning that were drifting. Under the powerful current, he bared his teeth and gasped a few breaths of cold air, and hurriedly took out a bottle of healing potion and poured it.

"Kill them." Gross suddenly let out a loud cry and took out the Grey Stick of Bane and took the lead in launching a meteorite.

Hearing Gross's binge, the others came to their senses and immediately launched their most powerful offensive. After all, it is better to fight and use healing potions to offset the threat of water and fertilizer warriors.

Gross concentrated on casting his best meteorite, not realizing that not far behind him, Lan Wu was comfortably playing soy sauce, and confidently absorbed the majestic demonic qi condensed in the sky. (To be continued.) )