Bringing Culture to a Different World Chapter 951

Chapter 951: Chapter 972: Save the BOSS

Translator: 549690339

Joshua directly announced the Lord of Gray Fog’s HP on the official website of the battlefield at the end of the crack.

In less than seven days, hatred, which originally had over ten billion HP, had less than one-tenth of its remaining HP left.

With the joint efforts of tens of thousands of max-level adventurers, the Warriors from the alliance and the Horde had pushed hatred to the brink.

On the eighth floor, Lloyd was a.s.sisting an army of up to 400 people, divided into 10 dungeon raiding teams.

The eighth floor was the interior of the tower. This army faced two human-shaped statues that were as tall as 10 people.

Flesh and blood could be seen rolling in the damaged parts of the statue.

In short, it looked normal on the outside, but inside was a rotten monster.

Lloyd realized that she had underestimated the power of these adventurers. She could feel that the power of hatred had weakened to an extremely weak level.

In just a few days, this corrupted gray fog s.p.a.ce would be completely purified.

While Lloyd was thinking about this, the two giant statues shattered into pieces and fell to the ground, turning into powder.

This horde legion, with the Iron Wine Cup Guild as the center, had once again achieved victory… pushing their battle line further into the gray fog s.p.a.ce.

“Warriors, the core area of this s.p.a.ce is right in front of us. We will soon be able to completely purify the filth here.”

Lloyd spoke to the warriors of the horde below as a G.o.ddess. She was also acting as a guide.

However, the Horde players did not pay attention to this emotional G.o.ddess. They all surrounded the three giant treasure chests.

As the number of monsters on the eighth floor decreased rapidly, in order to balance the income of the players, each region’s monsters guarded the three guild treasure chests and regional treasure chests, any guild or individual who obtained the top three regional damage could receive them.

“What’s inside our treasure chest?”

Sifana IV, the guild leader of the Iron Wine Gla.s.s Guild, asked anxiously.

“Two Nether Griffin reins, one void salvation ring, and the other void blade ring.”

The player in charge of looting the treasure chest reported some of the important items that had appeared inside.

However, the members inside the iron wine gla.s.s did not show much emotion.

They had killed countless crack lords along the way. Basically, every one of them had one of the items that could be obtained from the crack battlefield.

“Don’t they have the reins of the gray-white Dragon Whelp?”Sifana IV sighed helplessly as he glanced at the slots allocated by the Guild.

After the crack battlefield had reached the seventh floor, the official website had updated a reward. The most important rewards included a brand new flying mount, two ordinary mounts, and three special accessories.

The last two items were not of interest to Sifana IV. What he really wanted was a new flying mount, the Gray-white Dragon Whelp!

When the official website announced the rewards, it also announced the drop rate. The probability of the Netherworld Griffin appearing was one in 10, but the probability of the gray-white dragon whelp appearing was one in 1,000.

It could be said that players who had the Netherworld Griffin could step into the realm of old age. However, having the gray-white dragon whelp was the symbol of true strength and luck.

The corpse of the crack lord that Iron Wine Cup had killed could be piled up into a tall mountain. However, not a single reins of the grayish-white dragon whelp could be found.

“Guild leader, I’ve heard that two members of the scarlet snake already have a grayish-white dragon Whelp,”a team member whispered.

This reminder had directly provoked Sifana IV. The Scarlet Snake Guild could be said to be the only guild that could compete with iron wine cup in this event.

As the Crimson Snake Guild had the support of the people of Seaside Country, Sifana IV had asked around to find out that they had mobilized an entire army.

Although Fuya still occupied the first place on the merit list, her adventurer team was still limited to a 40-man guild.

“Guild leader… The Lord of gray fog only has 1.2 billion HP left,”another team member ran over and reported to Sifana IV.

The fact that the enemy was on the verge of death should have been a piece of good news, but Sven the fourth could not be happy no matter what.

The Lord of Gray Fog’s HP returning to zero meant that the event was over, and the end of the event meant that… they would no longer be able to receive the event’s rewards!

The Netherworld Griffin and the gray-white Dragon Whelp would become out-of-print mounts, and some accessories would also be announced as out-of-print.

Sevana IV thought of himself as the number one player in the tribe. It would be too embarra.s.sing if he did not even collect all the mounts.

With such complicated feelings in mind, Sevana IV took the opportunity to log into the world rift part.i.tion of the Spellcaster Forum during the reorganization.

A post caught his attention. The t.i.tle of the post was ‘Save the Lord of the gray fog! Refuse to Overkill and start with me’.

The number of replies to the post had already exceeded 200, while more than a thousand people praised the post.

Sifana IV roughly skimmed through the content.

The Master of the gray fog was a monster that could endanger the real world. Sifana IV was clear about this, so Empress Yekana hoped that he could eliminate the master of the gray fog as much as possible.

However, the content of this post made Sifana IV feel a hint of compa.s.sion.

The most important part was, ‘according to my statistics, the Lord of gray fog will recover between 370,000 and 500,000 hp every day. Therefore, we only need to slow down the pace of the strategy and let the Lord of Gray Fog’s HP recover gradually before we start the strategy again. Then, we can extend the duration of this activity and have more opportunities to obtain rewards.’

There were also many players who were pleading on behalf of the gray fog master.

‘Let the Gray Fog Master Live! My Netherworld Griffin hasn’t been released yet!’

‘Do you have the heart to kill a Lord who gave you mounts and equipment…’

Sefana IV browsed through the content below. According to this trend, it was not far from establishing the Gray Fog Master Protection a.s.sociation.

At this time, Savannah IV also had this idea.

He heard that the giant turtle had stopped its actions, and the threat that the steel country faced no longer existed. It would not be a problem to delay the progress of the dungeon for a while longer.

Therefore, he found a good friend of the guild leader of the Scarlet Snake Guild on the text message. The Scarlet Snake and the iron wine gla.s.s were definitely the main forces in raiding the gray fog s.p.a.ce.

‘Guild leader of the eye of the snake, take a look at this post.’Sifana IV directly shared the content of the post with the guild leader of the Scarlet Snake Guild.

However, the other party replied very simply..

‘We have already started fighting with the master of the gray fog, and you are only starting to post this post now?’

‘you have already reached the core level?’

When Sifana IV heard this news, he could no longer sit still. He glanced at the HP of the Master of the gray fog. It was no longer hundreds of thousands of HP, but thousands of HP!

It was obvious that someone was already fighting with the gray fog master’s main body.