Chapter 924： When he died, he died.

The capital of the country of the sea.

"His Majesty..."

"His Majesty…"

"Lemons!"

The king of the sea-facing country sat on his throne and looked down at the subjects who fell to the ground below.

Recently, there have been too many things happening in the country of the sea, and it is so much that the king does not know how to deal with it.

Aristocrats from all over the country sent people to ask for help from the king.

"Retreat."

The king quietly listened to the contents reported by the courtiers, and finally tired of relying on his own throne.

The following courtiers hesitated for a moment, or they followed the king’s orders and left the hall.

"Bechmont, you really don't come out to suppress the riots caused by humans?"

Next to the throne stood a young woman who closed her eyes. In the eyes of the outsiders, her identity was a queen, but in the eyes of the king was just an insignificant person.

"Repression? What?"

The king, known as Bechmont, stretched out his skinny arm like a dry branch. He wanted to gather the magic around him into his own hands, but this little attempt made him appear in his mind. Unbearable pain.

"Heilin, why can't you accept the end of your own dominance? And the death of your own life?" said the blue-haired woman Beymonte who was next to her.

"But your Majesty, this is your country..." she whispered.

"No, it's your country. Your ancestors regarded me as a god. I used to be lonely for too long. I was very happy to accept the request to shelter you." Bechmont sighed long and said, "But now Enough, I have witnessed the establishment of this country, its prosperity, why can't you witness its destruction again?"

"But sire... We want to defeat those elves, the army of this country is indispensable." She heard the king's almost self-destructive words have been a little panic.

"They have failed twice and I can see it."

Bechmont closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if the air he had inhaled into his nose was all gray.

"The navy of the Falcon Port on the west side has not been mobilized. If the existing forces are assembled, there is no country in the world that can resist our navy." She kept cheering the king so that he would not be so fast. Give up this country.

But Bechmont had not listened to him at all, and directly opened his own magic net and took out the original spar mouse to log in the "World Crack".

It’s been a day since he talked with Qiao Xiu. Qiao Xiu offered him a new way to solve those elves, and he also put forward a lot of excessive conditions.

Bechmont is still considering it. The first thing to consider is... First he has to try, is this World Rift really as magical as Qiao Xiu said.

So he played this game all night last night, initially for the purpose of testing, but in the end he was gradually attracted by the game of 'the monster can burst out of the treasure'.

It is now the twentieth hour of his world rift. Since Bechmont was eroded by the Dark Elf World Tree, he has not slept for a whole year.

Every time he goes to sleep, the Dark Elves will torture his spirit in various ways. He has no means of resistance in the fantasy world.

‘mountain? If you want a horse, you can go directly to the village of Crowe to find the quartermaster, but the raptor can't run fast... I suggest you use the crack crystal to change the mount. Have you ever cracked the crack monster? ’

'what is that? ’

The race chosen by Bechmont is a tribal troll, a race that does not exist in the world can give him a 'freshness'.

Although the game itself has brought him a terrible sense of freshness, Bechmont still hopes to do something different from the reality, so he chose the hunter in his career.

‘You have never seen a cracked monster? My friend told me that the **** people in the white forest have refreshed, you can try to play. ’

'where? ’

Bechmont practiced the level of the whole night in the wild. He didn't know what to catch pets. He saw the monsters and killed them. He could try to smash things. When the backpack was full, he would clean up the things inside.

So his rank has risen to the 23rd level... and just met a troll player when he was blaming, he was riding a raptor from Bechmont.

Bechmont’s heart was in the chat box and asked, 'Where are you riding? ’

As a result, the troll player really stopped and patiently told Bechmont to get the mount from there.

‘I just need three cracks to make equipment, let me come with me. ’

The troll player has realized that he has met a ... novice player, but he is still Bechmont to the leveling area of ​​the 25th grade white forest.

In this area, a huge werewolf is running around the battlefield.

‘This is the lowest level of the cracked monster, giving the cracks little crystal, but it’s okay to change to a normal quality mount. ’

The player rolled over and ran to the werewolf in the distance.

Nowadays, the rank of the first squad of the World Rift has reached the full level, and began to focus on building their own equipment.

The players who attacked the crack monster in the vicinity have basically reached more than 30 levels. Since all the cracked monsters are refreshed at the same time, the high-level players basically go to the high-level leveling area to go to the Raiders.

‘The recent low-level cracking monster seems to have weakened. Just after opening the service, there will be gravestones piled up next to this werewolf. ’

The old troll player spoke on the horror of the opening service, and now the rift lord only needs more than 30 low-level players to kill it.

Want to see the grand occasion of nearly three hundred people and a group of cracked lords, only in the full level map can appear.

Eventually Bechmont took the **** lord's kill with the help of the player, and he also directed Bechmont to the quartermaster who exchanged the mount.

The five crystals that the cracked lord bursts can be exchanged for two mounts, one is the Silver Raptor and the other is the Blackback.

Bechmont chose the raptor for course.

When he summoned the Raptor, the hunter's character sat in the fast-moving world of the raptor, and Bechmont's dim line of light radiated a little light.

But this light didn't last long... I was so sleepy that Bechmont was completely swallowed up, and he relaxed his vigilance for a moment!

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself on a grassy meadow.