The number following Duke's name in the score board was jumping upwards at an unstoppable pace, just now it was a surprising number, and in the blink of an eye, it soared again, finally pausing at a height he found hard to believe.
Forty million points, forty million.
He looked over it several times to confirm he hadn't miscounted.
In a short period of time, Duke's score had leapt from nearly thirty million directly to seventy million.
Adding to the previous two surges, the total score was already a multiple of second place.
The main ore vein collapsed, all the ores were gone, all drawn out. The sentinel from Stone Hammer Tribe's panicked shout echoed in his mind once more.
The time of the main vein incident coincided precisely with when Duke's scores surged again.
This is definitely not ordinary means; normal wizards absolutely cannot empty an entire main ore vein in such a short time, even if several Level 3 Mages were mining together.
