The Great Thief

The distribution mechanism in Twilight is very simple. In the case that both players and np participate in the battle, the player will either cause a certain percentage of damage to the target, or can grab the last blow, otherwise no gain will be possible.

The old knights have hundreds of damages per attack, and there are thousands of explosions. How can the tens of dozens of attacks be grabbed?

"Well, young people should be like this," the old knight was very satisfied with Lu Han’s militant performance. He simply couldn’t understand the little man’s mind who was afraid of his robbing.

Outside the palace, a team of fully armed Paladin Storm Knights came in quickly.

Lu was afraid that others would grab his blame, tighten his movements on his hands, and use the damage reduction skills to smash a few injuries, and finally kill the weak and ruthless face before others started.

Shan Yusen softly fell, and the body did not even have time to fall to the ground and turned into a pool of water.

There is only a small piece of grotesque in the water that is a bit like a stump. Don't look at it's small size, but it exudes amazing energy fluctuations that make people suffocate. It can be imagined how powerful this thing is.

The hearty knight guarded the king to leave, and even did not have the opportunity to say a word to the king.

As for this small parasitic limb, he was quickly taken away by a beard and white court old master. Looking at the solemn and prudent look of the old master, it is estimated that its body must be very unacceptable.

Experience... no!

Equipment... didn't fall!

Shouldn't there be a reward for the title of the escort? This can be there. The land does not mind becoming a human aristocrat. The aristocrat can not only seal the land but also establish the player's own fortress. There is a fixed salary every month, but this is a pity. nor.

Nothing at all!

What is it for you to fight for yourself?

The old knight did not see the loss of the land, but also took him to the pub, the paladin is not a monk, they will also enjoy women and wine.

I have never heard of anyone who has been taken to the big sword by np. Under normal circumstances, it is natural to go to drink together.

Lu is not a drunkard, but he did not reject such a proposal. This time the task is unrecognizable. Naturally, it is necessary to maintain a friendly relationship with the old knight, and look at the respect of the old knights. It must be a little bit coming.

As for the military situation, it may be the reason for the peers to be jealous. As a member of the Assassin League, Lu Li does not want to deal with them.

"I really can't think of this happening," Lu said with a feeling of emotion as an opening remark, but he quickly turned to the theme he wanted to carry out: "Right, I don't know your name, we have been fighting together, although I Didn't help anything."

"Windsol, call me Windsor," the old knight said very simply.

"Oh..." The wine poured into the throat was not squirting out of the nostrils and in the mouth. The old knight was watching the old man, and the whole person was completely stupid.

Reginald Windsor!

Ginard Windsor was once a soldier under Anduin Lothar, followed by Sir Lothar's raid on the Medivh Tower several decades ago. After the fall of Stormwind, he followed Anduin. Lothar led the refugees to migrate across the ocean to Lordaeron in the north.

The Second Orc War, the Battle of the Blackrock Tower... Reginald Windsor has experienced various battlefields.

He is the favorite deployment of Anduin Lothar and Turalyon, and he has gradually grown from a soldier to a marshal of the Alliance Stormwind City with his own efforts.

Lu Li has not studied a lot of such people, but at least he has heard of his name.

"Without such a state of disobedience, I am actually not a marshal, a veteran, this country has changed," Windsor said a little lonely.

“Why is this happening?” Lu asked in confusion.

He didn't have to be scornful because the marshal became a veteran. He wanted to hear why Ginard Windsor changed from a marshal to an ordinary person.

"Since Varian's disappearance has returned, everything has changed, the nobles have become more and more depraved, and the king has almost no longer managed things, if not because the Prince Anduin and the regent, the Duke of Fortagan, still help. Dealing with things, this country may not be able to hold it for a long time..." Windsor is hard to find a person who can talk, and the beans seem to have to tell things.

Arthas fell to his uncle, and then the commander of the Scourge swept through Lordaeron. Both the Alliance and the Horde were threatened by the Scourge.

When Jaina Proudmoore came to contact Varian for a peace agreement with the tribe, Varian agreed to sign, and after agreeing to the peace talks, he naturally became a fear of her in the eyes of the world. Sting in the meat.

Soon, Varian disappeared and almost no one knew the reason and process of his whereabouts.

The Duke of Stormwind City, the Duke of Baval Fortagen, was ordered to help the Anthony prince to inherit the throne, and assisted by the beautiful and well-informed Countess Katrana Presto.

It didn't take long for King Varian to return, but he was obviously no longer the impression of the King of the Ming Dynasty.

In the past few years, Stormwind City has gone from bad to worse, the royal family is not very good, the aristocrats are slowly degenerating, the soldiers are beginning to burn out, and those who dare to raise objections are all suppressed by the Countess Katrana Presto.

Reginald Windsor is one of them.

"Why is the king so weak, even a faceless person can't beat it," Lu asked in confusion, he has been worried about it, as a faceless player who can kill even 50 players. King Varian was actually injured and fell to the ground.

"The faceless person is not an ordinary faceless person. If he wins, I am afraid it is not his opponent," Windsor said with a lingering heart.

The small residual limb flashed through the mind of the land and reluctantly agreed with this statement.

"After a while I plan to go to the Burning Plains. It is said that there are a lot of black dragons there," Windsor laughed at himself. "Maybe I should face my own destiny. I have waited too long for this day." ”

Lu did not know what to say, some things he knew would happen, and he knew how it would happen, but did not stop the position and method.

This kind of thing that may involve the main story, he can't interfere with one player.

A few decades ago, when Sir Lothar raided the tower of Medivh, Windsor saw his future ending in the Medivh Tower: he died under the claws of the Black Dragon.

It is a fantasy similar to prophecy, and people with organic ties will see their final ending. (To be continued.)