Chapter 137 Controlling Progress
In the stronghold, after landing, Mo Ran stepped on the smashed corpse of Blood Giant and asked loudly, "Excuse me, who is the night elf?"
Several night elves not far away who were originally being chased by the two Blood Giant responded happily, "That's us. Are you the reinforcements sent by the coalition forces?"
"Well, you are night elves, so these big guys chasing you must be your enemies, right?" Mo Ran kicked the corpse at his feet, raised his eyebrows and said, "Exactly, I hate giants!"
He seemed to recall some unpleasant scenes, and his anger increased. He turned around, smashed the ground with his foot, jumped into the air, rushed to a Blood Giant, [Dharma Hand] tore apart the flesh and blood armor to rescue the trapped night elf, and then began to beat Blood Giant violently.
With just a few punches, Blood Giant, who was more than ten meters tall, was beaten into pieces including his head and chest.
Together with the two Blood Giant just eliminated, the level progress has increased by 0.3 in total.
Mo Ran counted Blood Giant present, and there were about ninety left.
He nodded in relief and shouted loudly to the night elves who had escaped from trouble, "You all should stay away and find a safe place to wait."
Several rescued night elves were disobedient and shook their heads, saying that they would coexist with the stronghold and fight to the death.
Mo Ran has his own way of dealing with hypocritical monsters. He scolded calmly, "You want to get some benefits, right? If you shoot an arrow at a giant, I will go to the boss and sue you night elves for taking my credit! Get out!"
"Eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy with with with with with with with respect with their hands on?"
The night elves are very united.
He immediately called on all the brothers and sisters to retreat in order, leaving no excuse for that stinking man.
Mo Ran Of course it doesn't matter.
As cold as ever.
He chuckled casually and raised his fist to start harvesting the level progress.
Ninety Blood Giant can reach 10% of the level progress.
Good luck this time.
Mo Ran was thinking in his mind, jumping up and down wearing [Dharma Hand], pulling out night elves one by one from the flesh and blood armor, and knocking down each Blood Giant easily.
The Queen of Night Elf in the distance could only see a golden light in the stronghold rising and falling, left and right, coming and going, and no one was able to join the attack. The originally difficult Blood Giant fell down one after another without the ability to resist.
This scene shocked her mouth.
By the time all ninety Blood Giant were defeated, only about fifteen minutes had passed.
On average, he knocked down six big guys more than ten meters tall every minute!
Mo Ran stood on the high pile of flesh and blood, his right hand wearing [Dharma Hand] was lowered, and thick blood dripped down drop by drop. He held a water bottle in his left hand and raised it, arrogantly looking up to the sky and washing his hair with Healthy Body Water. It was so cool.
The water bottle was half drunk, half washed and empty.
Throwing it to the ground in an uncivilized manner, he shook his wet hair and shouted loudly, "Who else?!"
The thirty or so night elves who survived at the rear pointed to the position of the queen in front of the stronghold and chirped. "And over there! There's a weirdo over there!"
Mo Ran was slightly startled.
He originally just wanted to be cool and ask casually.
I didn't expect that there were actually enemies.
He sighed secretly, comforted himself and just treated it as exercise, silently climbed down from the pile of flesh and blood and ran towards the outside of the stronghold.
The blood mist rolled around the night elf queen.
The figure inside saw Blood Giant and almost couldn't fight back, so he burped and wanted to run away because he lacked confidence.
The night elf queen's magic power was exhausted, and she used a wide range of moonlight to overdraw her vitality. At this moment, she wanted to intercept but was unable to do so. She struggled to get up and then fell down. She could only watch the figure go away with a strange smile.
Mo Ran, who rushed closer, saw a little girl lying on the ground, and a figure running farther and farther in the distance, and it was obviously not towards the stronghold.
He didn't even ask about good guys or bad guys, he called in an aircraft to retrieve a big black box.
When I opened the box, I found a heavy sniper rifle more than two meters long!!
"Run?" Mo Ran set up the sniper rifle and aimed at the figure, sneered at the corner of his mouth, and pulled the trigger with his finger.
"Boom!"
The sound of this sniper rifle is just like a cannon.
A huge bullet that tore apart the air flew across the sky and hit the target accurately.
It wasn't until his body was blown in half by bullets that the figure realized that someone was actually attacking him.
From such a long distance, the opponent's attack came unexpectedly and silently. Who is it? Dabus is here??
The figure turned his head with difficulty and looked back.
Not Dabus.
Even from such a distance, the figure could be sure that the person who attacked him was not Dabus.
A second later, he heard a slow roar.
The figure closed its eyes in loneliness.
My last thought before dying is:
"I didn't expect that besides Dabus, there are such strong masters in mainland China. I would have known better not to betray you. What a shame..."
Mo Ran on the other side slowly put away the prop sniper rifle produced by World Tower in his hand, but what he was thinking in his heart was:
"Wang Wen is indeed right, sometimes it's really nice to use a gun."
He took two steps to the side and patted the night elf queen awake and asked, "Are you okay? Who are you?"
Just when the shot was fired, the huge air wave knocked the queen who was too close, and the already weak little girl fainted.
However, this question does not need to be answered by the Queen herself.
The night elves who caught up from behind were already carrying their queen back to the stronghold for treatment.
Mo Ran found that he had nothing to do for a while. He glanced at the progress of the aircraft in boredom, and was surprised to see that the guy he killed with a gun actually contributed a full 5 points!
He was stunned and quickly ran to the place where the figure fell.
Not dissatisfied with the blood everywhere, he slapped the figure's face full of sores and shouted loudly, "Don't die yet! Hey, do you have any brothers, sisters, brothers, classmates, accomplices or anything like that??"
The figure didn't answer.
He was dead long ago.
Mo Ran felt sad in his heart, saying that he wanted to control the progress, but there is not even a ghost here, how can he control the progress?!
About the same time.
Wang Wen and Zhu Xingguo at the other end looked sadly at a man-made ravine that was tens of kilometers long in front of them.
Not long ago, Wang Wen learned about the target of this trap based on the description of the person in charge of the trap.
I went to the battlefield far away and quietly glanced at the progress of the half-human creature.
Not too much, 0.01 per head.
Killing a hundred heads will add 1 point of progress.
In other words, you can pass the level by killing 10,000 heads normally.
But now, with this trap that is dozens of kilometers long, they deceitfully stated that the target is the 100,000 half-human creatures on the main battlefield!
This number makes Wang Wen dare not interfere at all.
He didn't know how the aircraft would calculate the trap effect.
What if he and Zhu Xingguo help complete the trap ahead of time, and then all the creatures killed by the trap are counted on their heads?
Not to mention 100,000 heads.
It only takes one tenth of the time and it's over, and the great magician's sacred stone production scroll is still missing! If you complete the level at full progress, you will have done so much in vain from beginning to end, not to mention wasting a lot of time climbing the tower.
Lose money and bleed!
But if he didn't help make the trap, the great magician wouldn't be able to escape. He would have to wait five days for the trap to take effect before he could start making the scroll.
Do we have to stay on this level to stop climbing the tower?
Is the value of one Spirit-Absorbing Divine Stone enough for me to make such a big sacrifice?
Wang Wen is in a dilemma.
Zhu Xingguo saw his master in trouble, so he followed suit.
Even if he didn't know what he was worried about, it didn't stop him from staring at the ravine with Wang Wen with a solemn expression.