Chapter 1029 William Cursed Sincerely

Chapter 2344 William cursed sincerely

There is nothing much to say about the result of the battle.

But the identity of the enemy made Hill feel confused for a moment, "This world is really crazy" and "If Drevos enters the City of Death, will he be angry enough to resurrect?"

Even William, who was standing at the front and charging hard, showed a "stuck" grin when he heard those people's self-exposure.

Of course, the reason why these people reported their identities was because they were indeed from the Defense Tower.

Although they followed Drevos, they were another escape team sent out by the Defense Tower.

After all, Drevos's level of control was basically taught by those who calculated him. No matter how vicious this guy's mind was, he was just changing the same people.

Although some people would inevitably be sacrificed, the remaining part would naturally become the people behind Drevos... The people behind the scenes bet that the Tower of Xiya would not pay too much attention to Drevos's men outside.

Of course, they didn't lose the bet.

But they didn't win either.

Under the calculation of those who are interested, these survivors finally chose the side of the strong, and they are very clear about what an evil existence they are following.

In their eyes, Dreifos is the biggest fool.

And they can have the superficial identity of the devil, and can also get huge benefits from another evil god, and their lives are even more carefree... The material resources on the side of the Tower of Despair have always been rich, and coupled with the necessities of life that Dreifos gives them every year, the people in this mine live really comfortably.

Although there are a lot of problems in the refugee camp of the Defense Tower, more than half of the people are still fine.

Although it is useless for those who are determined to do evil, the existence of Jos still allows some humanity, especially those with bottom lines, to ensure that they will not be forced to go astray.

Just like that shadow alley... Although there are many evil people, there are also many good people.

Even because the evil people need their breath to cover up their existence, these people live well, at least they will not starve to death.

In this world, there is water to drink, food to eat, and security is guaranteed. You don't even need to find a teacher to learn magic... but you have to live in a stinking place, so what does it matter?

But it is difficult for people here to maintain their position.

Just like the Red Robe Mage Tower in Sel... If you want to survive, you must stain your hands with blood, and it may even be the blood of your childhood friends who have lived and eaten with you for a long time.

Although some people can still retain a bit of kindness in this environment, most people will only become abnormally indifferent in one life after another, until they will only be moved by interests.

Therefore, in the eyes of the undead, the people here are all blood-red enemies... Naturally, their men have no mercy at all.

If William hadn't stopped them in time and wanted to hear what these people wanted to say, the residential area of ​​​​these people, which was not even a magic tower, would have been smashed to pieces by the sky full of spells.

But this story did not move William at all, even though these people claimed that they were enemies of the Tower of Seaya and had caused so much damage to the Tower of Seaya.

Even Hill could tell that these losses were at most caused by Dreifos and his faction, not even a feather on the side of the devil.

However, people who already knew Dreifos's story, could it be that they thought these people did a good job and did the right thing?

That guy was certainly not a good person, but he was a mass-produced villain!

Their speech only made the undead who wanted to destroy them all more motivated.

Even William couldn't control the situation at this moment... Of course, he didn't intend to control it.

His face of scratching in the air, shouting loudly but with a toothache because no one listened, made Hill feel a sour tooth.

'Hiss...'

Hill sighed sincerely: "What a exaggerated acting, who did he learn from?"

"But it's quite sincere." Lister commented lightly, "Every word he shouted to the undead came from the heart, including those, um... condemnations?"

Hill twitched his mouth.

William was obviously venting his resentment over the years.

First, there is "I told you not to listen, and you didn't do what you heard, and you scolded me when you were wrong", and then there is "I told you to go up the mountain, but you went down to the sea, and I told you to look at the sun, but you loved the moon"... The words are one set, and they are also the sorrowful sighs from the heart.

That is, it is a bit stupid.

No wonder every undead who rushed forward and wanted to find a gap to use skills had to record a video when passing by him.

"Who is he showing this to?" Liszt couldn't help but hold his cheek.

Even if he didn't feel it, he inexplicably felt that his cheeks were sore and terrible.

"At first, he was talking to certain people, but now, he is taking the opportunity to vent his resentment towards the undead." Hill sneered, "How happy he must be to have the opportunity to openly scold the undead!

Even if this adventure fails, William will be so happy that he wants to dance!

I just don't know if Shar is willing to accompany him to do this stupid thing."

Liszt hesitated for a moment before saying: "But his goal is likely to be achieved because of this... Sir, Mr. William's existence is indeed very special."

Of course, Hill understood why Liszt suddenly said this. He laughed softly: "People like William should have been the protagonist."

Then he couldn't help but said in a funny tone: "No matter which world you are from, when you want to attack the God of Time and Space, you always start from the relationship between them!

Trasil's side is not bad, I just hope that they will collapse automatically after a long time.

But these powerful powers...why do they all treat William like a soft persimmon? "

Feeling that William is sincerely dissatisfied with the existence of the undead, I feel that he will also be dissatisfied with the God of Time and Space... How did this logic come to be?

Hill, I really can’t understand.

However, he was certain that Shar, who had some doubts about this before, no longer doubted the relationship between William and the God of Time and Space.

Speaking of which, although the goddess of the night is horribly suspicious, even if someone like Hill has almost nothing to do with her and can sit and chat together just because they have a common acquaintance, she will test her again and again until she Just be satisfied with yourself.

However, if she really gives trust, it is really difficult to shake it, and she will not hesitate to plan actions based on what she is convinced of.

Hill could sometimes understand why William fell in love with Shar with all his heart... What a person like him likes most is a comrade who will never backstab him once a trusting relationship is established.

In this multiverse, what’s the use of being kind who thinks you’re wrong because of some external factors?

Life is hard enough, who wants to bear any more emotional debt?

But Hill still feels that William's choice is because he is really a very traditional person...Love and family are originally an important part of this kind of person's construction of his future.

Hill would have no such considerations.

When he saw the tender interactions between dogs and, well... lovers, he would occasionally feel a hint of envy, but he had never put this feeling into his imagination of life.

Probably because the pleasure brought by deducing an interesting spell or a wonderful alchemy formula satisfies him more than anything else?

Hill quickly diverted his thoughts away from these chores... It was all William's fault. He had already begun to scold the undead for 'prying into his privacy, gossiping about his secrets, and making up stories about him when they have nothing to do'.

Hill knew what the undead were making up: William's ex-girlfriend was really fat, thin, and graceful.

Every time William published a plan that would upset the undead, the undead would read these short stories aloud near Shar's Night Temple.

"Is he this person?" Liszt was much calmer than Hill.

After Tarling determined that William was just using the topic as a pretext, he really stopped paying attention to his ink-spraying mouth.

It was difficult for Hill to do this. When William opened his mouth, he couldn't help but listen.

He stared at Liszt's fingertips and nodded quickly: "That's right."

Although Hill couldn't see any soul light through the screen, sometimes people's reactions were the most obvious source of doubt.

Just like those people who know that the house can't block it for long, but still crazily crawl inside...including some mages who have lost their minds.

But the person pointed out by Liszt had been staring at William in the corner closest to the undead.

The current battlefield is full of group attack spells from mages. The knights standing in the front row are not so much guarding against the enemy's surprise attacks as they are blocking the aftermath of their own spells and the counter-attacks of some handicapped people. .

Including the nervous ‘shield’ of the priest group! shield! shield! Quick fix, the 4th in the 3rd row has no shield. This is all because the knights in the first few rows have experienced inexplicable lightning and thunder over their heads.

The knights' faces were already stiff, and they didn't even announce the name of the mage who assassinated them like they did at the beginning.

There were too many and they were not interested in naming the dishes.

In such a battlefield, there is no need for William to rush forward and harm himself.

Therefore, his location has become the area between the mage and the priest.

If you want to see William's expression clearly, you have to take a risk.

But how could a normal person really stand up to the bombardment just for this reason?

This is really going to kill people.

The guy was already covered in injuries, and his arm was obviously broken.

He was still a mage, so there was no way he could find a place to hide.

Moreover, these people knew that the undead were coming to find them, but they never escaped. They must have a back-up plan.

It's just that the backhand is not enough to protect so many people.

Hill had long noticed that some people seemed to be running into the house to hide like others, but in fact they had fixed goals.