However, as long as the low IQ doesn't affect the taste, it's fine.

Vaughn brandished his large machete, his bluish-gray face flushed with excitement.

Because both sides were charging forward, Vaughn soon spotted the human leader of the opposing team, namely number 88 who had just led the team out.

Tsk tsk tsk....

Such delicate and tender-skinned humans.

I wonder... if it can be used to relieve internal heat!

Hehehe! ~

As he pondered this, Vaughn once again displayed his heroic spirit and directly activated his racial passive ability, Bloodlust and Frenzy.

In an instant, Vaughn's aura surged, and his muscles bulged.

Of course, Vaughn did not intend to kill humans.

After all, as a lord, he couldn't arbitrarily interfere in his subordinates' battles, but... he could easily take a human to play with first!

Thinking of this.

Vaughn shoved the machete behind his back.

Then he opened his big hands and pounced on number 88.

It's not Vaughn.

Instead, these humans, who didn't even have shoes, let alone weapons, were clearly an undeveloped primitive race, and their physical abilities were on par with goblins and gnomes.

If Vaughn doesn't even dare to go up there, what will the younger generation watching the live stream on Zandalar think of him?

As for now...

Let the younger generation envy the old man every day.

Hehehehe....

Vaughn leaped into the air, looking at Number 88, who was about to be tackled to the ground and whose body was extremely thin except for his chest, and couldn't help but laugh.

The next second.

Boom!!

A loud bang followed, and smoke and dust billowed everywhere.

Immediately afterwards.

Click, click, click...

"Aaaaaah!!! Waaaaaah...."

A series of cracking sounds, accompanied by Vaughn's screams and whimpers, echoed through the smoke and dust.

This sudden turn of events caused the two troll maids leading the charge behind Vaughn to pause in their tracks. The ancient troll soldiers following behind them also naturally stopped.

A few seconds later, the smoke and dust dissipated.

At this point, Vaughn had transformed into a large, blue-gray gift package.

His face was bruised and swollen, not to mention the two broken giant teeth.

His arms and legs had been broken like ropes, binding Vaughn's entire body into a square shape. On the front of the square was Vaughn's distorted face, while the other sides were so badly unrecognizable that it was impossible to tell what body parts they represented.

Vaughn, who was originally more than three meters tall, is now less than one meter tall.

Beside him, Number 88 toyed with Vaughn's greatsword, glancing up at the two troll maids standing still not far away, and the ancient troll army behind them.

"What shapes do you... like?"

Bang!

Number 88 casually broke the large machete in half and tossed it aside.

Her smooth chin was slightly raised, and a hint of cruelty lingered in her calm eyes.

...................

[Yuanmou Man No. 888]

[Yuanmou Man No. 8888]

[Yuanmou Man No. 88,888]

[Yuanmou Man No. 888,888]

[Yuanmou Man No. 8,888,888]

......

As Li Qingyu looked at the screen, he suddenly felt a little dizzy.

That name is way too long.

But Li Qingyu also discovered the pattern of elites' emergence. So, apart from number eight, all the other eights are elites?

Including number 88 who just left, there are a total of six elites?

Li Qingyu glanced at the skills.

It turns out that a longer name doesn't necessarily mean a more powerful skill.

Basically, the probability of obtaining a god-level skill and a demigod-level skill is about the same for several elites.

As for those primitive people who are not elites, demigod-level skills are basically the limit.

However, since it was only recently summoned, Li Qingyu wasn't quite sure what the difference was between a god-level skill and a demigod-level skill.

We can only wait and figure it out slowly later.

As for now, Li Qingyu pointed to that five-figure elite who possessed god-level construction skills.

What can you build?

This elite's physique is the complete opposite of the previous number eighty-eight; he looks like a child, but he not only possesses god-level construction skills, but also god-level fertility, and even demigod-level allure.

Li Qingyu looked at that pure yet alluring face.

I can only silently remind myself of this.

Rejecting childish aesthetics starts with you and everyone else.

"My lord, I can build houses!" The five-figure man proudly raised his head.

Upon hearing this, Li Qingyu's lips twitched.

Damn it...

Your IQ of 99 must be fake...

That's right, the attributes of the other elites, like No. 88, are all at maximum.

But Li Qingyu now feels that these maxed-out attributes seem a bit exaggerated.

"What kind of houses can you build? Can you build beds?"

Li Qingyu could only explain his needs in detail.

"You can build any kind of house!" Five-digit blinked his big eyes. "A bed? Does Your Lordship want to build a villa that looks like a bed?"

"My lord, I can make a bed," said a man in the four-digit number who couldn't stand it any longer.

Four-digit numbers seem rather neutral, possessing a unique kind of androgynous beauty.

In short... it's flat.

Li Qingyu glanced at the four-figure skill description.

really....

There are god-level stonemasons and god-level carpenters.

That's true...

There's really no direct connection between a bed and a house. So it's just that we haven't figured it out?

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