Killing Hydra and Shocking the Players.

"What bullsh*t Prince Walter? What bullsh*t Sword Saint? They're all just bragging."

"Just like those rich second generations in the real world. They'll spend money to buy a lousy university degree and come back to directly manage the company."

"He was born in the emperor's family and is an only son. If you say he's lucky, I'll believe it. You say he has strength?"

"If I had half of his conditions, I'd be better than him even if I tied my hands and practiced with my feet."

"He has final boss, the Golden Holy Dragon, but is this all he has?"

"So be it. You're a Sword Saint, a character with high attack and low defense. It's fine if you hide in the palace and be your Prince of peace, but you're also wasting a Golden Holy Dragon."

"I dare say if Silver Hand's current mount wasn't a unicorn but a Golden Holy Dragon, the Necromancers in the Hundred Thousand Mountains would have been wiped out long ago."

"What bullsh*t Dark Association, how dare they show themselves!"

On the Forum, a bunch of male players who could not stand the sight of the Ladies Union changing Classes to Priests began to curse.

In the beginning, they were still discussing rationally, but when the topic was brought up to Walter, the atmosphere became more and more wrong.

There was nothing they could do. These girls were really crazy about Walter.

At the beginning of the season, the appearance of so many girls in Houston made everyone excited.

However, other than the first few days, everyone could still level up together.

In the end, they did not even have the chance to talk.

After these girls became Priests, they all wore a set of iron shells on the outside, and when they went out, they wore helmets.

They tried to cover up as much as possible.

This kind of thing was normal. After all, everyone had their own personality. It was their freedom to choose what Class and equipment they wanted to wear.

However, they were not afraid of never gaining something, but they were afraid of losing something.

When these girls first came to Houston, they all wore cooler clothes than before.

Even if they could not be girlfriends, they would feel at ease after taking a few more glances.

However, at the moment, they were all wrapped up in tin cans.

These male players could not help but feel resentful.

When someone brought the rhythm to the forum, they were already dissatisfied. Everyone looked at each other and spoke one after another. Soon, it spread like a raging fire.

"You're talking nonsense. You're jealous."

"If you don't come from a good family, you can't stand to see others outstanding."

"That's right. His Highness Prince Walter can be a real prince. He has a throne waiting to be inherited. What about you?"

"A bunch of losers who are just lazing around. What right do you have to judge others here?"

"If you ask me, they're just jealous."

"They're jealous. They're jealous of Brother Walter."

"How can a truly outstanding person not be jealous? We have to unite and protect the best prince."

The female players quickly united and began to retort on the forums one by one.

They quickly contacted all the people online in the Ladies Union and began to launch a massive counterattack.

The female players were very experienced and loyal when it came to matters related to the reputation of their idol.

The male players were just having a good time, but they were quickly drowned out by a large number of female players.

Some of the hot-tempered ones directly revealed their Zu'am nature and started to curse others. However, they were ridiculed for being petty, could not bear jokes, and having bad personalities.

It was originally a discussion about Prince Walter's strength.

Everyone was putting the facts on the table and being reasonable.

If one could not win then they could start cursing others. It was too embarrassing.

This time, even the Zu'an people could not do anything about it.

They could not win the arguments and were ridiculed when they cursed others.

What should they do?

"No matter how much you say, it's all groundless speculation."

"In the game's background settings, there's no explanation about Walter's combat strength."

"Although he has the title of Sword Saint, he's still the youngest Sword Saint on the continent."

"Can the youngest Sword Saint be understood as the weakest Sword Saint?"

"After all, Silver Hand's resting period alone is older than Walter's age. How can you have the nerve to call him the strongest on the continent?"

When the male players collectively shut the microphone, a rational person stood out.

The female players, led by the Ladies Union, had always protected His Highness the Prince, saying that Walter was the strongest.

If Walter was said to be the most handsome, the male players really had no way of refuting it.

However, to say that he was the strongest was going too far.

Now that someone had raised their doubts, it was the female players' turn to collectively shut the microphone.

"His Highness is the strongest. He is at least a hundred times stronger than all of you."

"All of you don't even have the right to carry His Highness' shoes."

There were a few unwilling players who appeared. Even if they forcefully argued, they were quickly ignored by others.

The internet was no longer the same as it was a few decades ago. The tone of this retard was looked down upon by everyone.

Wall was born noble and indisputable, and his looks were indeed stunning.

Unlike the male stars on the internet who pretended to be weak and eccentric, Walter was full of masculinity. One person and one sword standing there made people feel awe and respect.

Moreover, Walter had received aristocratic etiquette since he was young. It made him elegant and graceful, but at the same time, he did not forget to be humble.

In terms of appearance and bearing, he was almost flawless.

Even as a male player, Wall could not forcefully discredit him. He could only look for a comparison in strength.

In fact, even if Walter was just a weak ordinary person, with his background and intelligence, he could be considered perfect.

However, in order to defeat these girls who worshipped Walter, Wall had no choice but to pick on them.

Just when the male players finally managed to turn the tables around and not lose the entire game in such an ugly manner...

A new system notification sounded and completely shattered the last line of defense.

[ Ding. System announcement: Lordaeron Prince Walter Kane has successfully killed the ultimate boss of the Dark Camp, Hydra the Nine-Headed Dragon (chaos and evil). The Light Camp has obtained a dazzling victory.]

[All attributes of Light Camp players +1.]

[Light Camp players have obtained experience +10% and drop rate +10. Lasts for 3 days.]

[Light Camp players have obtained the protection of Wings of Light. Healing +30%. Damage dealt to dark-type monsters +30%. Lasts for 3 days. ]

[Note: Walter has killed Hydra the nine-headed dragon. obtained the passive skill Wings of Light.]

The system notification rang three times in a row, and it stayed on the world channel for a full three minutes before it disappeared.

The ultimate boss of the Dark Camp, Hydra the Ninth-Headed Dragon, had died just like that?

People looked at the system notification in disbelief.

According to the practice of online games, a boss of this level would not appear in the game at all.

Even if it appeared, it would appear in the background story as a legend.

Once the final boss was conquered, it meant that the game was destroyed, and the new attraction to the players would be greatly reduced.

No one had ever heard of the final boss being conquered by an NPC.

If the boss was killed by him, what else would the players do?

This announcement was so shocking that no one knew what to say for a moment.