"Hey, boss, I understand. The keel bone has been given to the undead mage." In the bitter cold wind, the boy with space ability was floating in the air, holding something similar to a mobile phone in his hand and answering impatiently.

"I really don't understand. Since you want to win over Haoren into the myth, why do you have to send someone to kill him? Even if you want to kill him, just let me take action. Why bother to let a scum undead mage go? If it fails, people will underestimate our myth."

"Haha, it's because I like this person that I have to test where his weapon is." Another gentle and low male voice came from the other phone.

"Damn! It's your so-called metric theory again!" The boy's face was speechless.

"That's natural! Measuring a person's strength is not just about the power he has now. Although some people are very powerful now, they are still at this level in the next 10 or even 20 years. This means that his ability is insufficient and only has this ability; some people are very weak now, but their strength may increase by dozens or even hundreds of times in the next few years. Such people have enough tools to grow." The voice on the phone was explaining patiently.

The boy rolled his eyes: "Okay, OK, then Haoren belongs to the second type, right? He has no strength but has the ability, so you want to force him to have greater strength through battle?"

"No, Haoren's strength is already very strong. Although he can't compare to me, he wants you to be stronger, so I need to judge how big his weapon is."

The boy said angrily as if he was insulted: "What did you say? I can't beat him? What a joke. My space cutting can ignore all defenses. He is just a sword saint, what qualifications do he have to challenge me!"

"Strength is just relative... Forget it, let's not talk about this, let's first see how he will perform against the three dragon-type undead creatures. I'm really looking forward to it!"

"Your bad taste is getting bigger and bigger!"

...

Haoren had no idea about the conversation somewhere. After the victory, Hope City was immersed in laughter and joy. On this day, everyone rarely forgot to level up and brush the dungeon. They enjoyed the joy of victory with all their hearts.

Yes. This victory was hard-won. Faced with a total of 30 million death corps, they achieved the final victory at an extremely low price and guarded the city they had worked hard to build.

"We humans are fully capable of protecting ourselves! Starting from today. From here, we are going to build our new home!"

"Let those monsters get out of the earth!"

"Long live the glory!"

...

Standing in front of the windowsill in the Glory Conference Room. Looking at the neon magic lights of the whole city, Qin Yang couldn't help but sigh softly: "Haha, it's really a happy thing."

"They have the right to enjoy all this!" Haoren also sighed slightly.

The siege is over. But as the leader of Honor, Haoren has too many things waiting for him to deal with. First of all, the aftermath issue. In the final statistics, in this battle that lasted for nearly half a month, the death toll of Honor exceeded 6,000. Although this number is really not worth mentioning for the number of enemies of 30 million, all those who can enter Hope City are elites from Jinling City. Whether it is high combat power or various high-level secondary professions, including many hero professions, their deaths are undoubtedly a great loss to Hope City.

Haoren took a deep breath and said slowly: "They died to guard this city, but I can't let them die in vain, but they will be slowly forgotten in the future. Therefore, I plan to build a memorial hall in the city. Anyone who died in the hope of the city is qualified to engrave their names in it. In this way, even if we may die in the future, as long as the city exists for one day, the names of these heroes will never be forgotten!"

Qin Yang nodded: "A good suggestion, I will let the architects quickly design a plan tomorrow. With honor and a sense of belonging, our future journey will be much easier!"

"Then I will further build the city. The intermediate professional altar I brought out from the b-4 space. I used to worry about the possibility of breaking the city or being damaged in battle, so I didn't take it out for a long time. Now the crisis has been lifted, and it is time to build a professional altar that belongs to our glory."

Qin Yang also had an expectant look on his face, and he guessed: "Since the intermediate profession altar is an elementary evolution, I think there may be an advanced profession here."

"Advanced career?"

"Yes, the current situation is that the hero profession does not count, and the evolution points of self-growth and free distribution for each upgrade of ordinary professions are only 15. However, our opponents are constantly getting stronger, and the gap will grow bigger and bigger. High-level or high-strength equipment itself is very rare. The result of this is that we humans will be finished sooner or later! So, I was thinking at the time that there might be a profession that can be upgraded further, but now it really appears."

"I'm looking forward to it this way." Haoren laughed: "It's better to choose a day than to hit the day, so let's build our intermediate professional altar now!"

While everyone was singing and dancing, Haoren and Qin Yang quietly came to the vicinity of the castle. The area centered on the castle is a central area of ​​glory. When planning the city, they deliberately left the surrounding areas for consideration for new buildings that may be built at any time in the future.

There is only one intermediate profession altar at present, and perhaps there are only a handful of them in the whole world, so it is also necessary to build them near the castle for safety reasons.

After choosing the open space, Haoren took out a mini-shaped altar. This white jade-like model looked small and exquisite, shining with a milky white luster in the night. He placed the model in the center of the open space and then determined the construction in the choice that popped out of the void.

With a slight vibration on the ground, the mini altar began to grow rapidly, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a towering large altar. The crystal jade on the surface of the altar shone with a dazzling luster. The moment the altar appeared, a magnificent white light column rushed straight into the sky, spreading far and far, almost half of the city of Hope was shrouded in it.

Haoren's plan to build quietly was naturally dashed. The crowd celebrating in the square was naturally attracted by the sudden light column, and then they were shocked by the altar that exuded the aristocratic temperament.

"Is this a professional altar?"

"It doesn't look very similar. The altar is not that big, and it's not the same color."

“Northern and elegant!”

"The rich golden version of the altar?"

Everyone was talking about it, but they were all very excited. Obviously, there was an altar in front of them, especially when they saw the two people who were the core of glory, Haoren and Qin Yang, standing here, this speculation was basically true.

"Everyone is quiet!" Haoren said loudly, "I originally planned to announce it tomorrow and let everyone celebrate tonight, but since I saw it, I will tell you in advance. That's right, this is a professional altar that is just like a fake one. From today on, our glory will officially have our own altar!"

No matter how speculation is, when Haoren confirmed this speculation, the warmest cheers erupted in the crowd again. Having their own altar means that they will not have to go out and spend money to learn skills at the altar under other people's jurisdiction in the future.

Qin Yang smiled and added: "By the way, the one brought by Haoren is an intermediate professional altar, which is different from the ordinary altar we used before. Among the few provinces we know, this one is the only one."

"Intermediate profession altar? What is this?" Yang Feng shouted and strode forward, put his palm on the altar. The method of use was the same as that of an ordinary altar. A misty light enveloped Yang Feng. After a moment, he opened his eyes slightly strangely and looked around. Facing a circle of anticipated gazes, he swallowed hard and muttered in a low voice: "Damn it! Dark Gold skill!"

boom!

The crowd exploded like a boiling pot. Everyone looked at each other with a surprised and suspicious expression. The berserker Jiang Junqing asked strangely: "Haha, is it that there is an illusion in my ear? What did I just hear? Dark Gold skill!"

So far, silver skills have been basically popular in Hope City, while high-end people have more or less one or two gold skills. It has to be said that the exchange conditions for gold skills are harsh, and the exchange price is also very expensive. Many people have saved up for a long time and have to borrow from each other to accumulate enough prices.

This is also the decision of Haoren. Haoren once called on everyone to give priority to redeem at least one golden skill, and then supplement other silver skills. Having a powerful skill is on the way, which is also the foundation for saving lives. Over the past year, everyone has indeed seen the results of the golden skill.

Whether in terms of effect or power, gold skills are all beyond silver skills. This is by no means a gap that can be made up by quantity, so more and more people are trying hard to save money and wait for redemption of gold skills.

Then at this moment, an intermediate profession altar suddenly appeared, surpassing the golden skills. So far, everyone has never seen the dark gold skills, and finally released.

Thinking about it with your toes, you will know that the exchange price of the Dark Gold skill is definitely astronomical. Those who have just redeemed the second golden skill suddenly feel a little annoyed that they beat their chests and stamp their feet. If they leave this money, they may be one step closer to the Dark Gold skill.

After Yang Feng burst out with a sentence, he became silent, narrowed his eyes slightly at the information in the altar, his face constantly changing, and something like saliva flowed down from the corners of his mouth.
Chapter completed!