Knowing that the great magician Dabus had gone to the night elf stronghold, Wang Wen rushed over in an airship without stopping.
He didn't even attend the small celebration party specially held by the coach.
People who made the coach lament repeatedly that great people always have something in common, they are all humble and diligent.
Even if the original words left by Wang Wen were "It's not like I beat someone away just to celebrate my success."
None of the adjutants who had disliked him came forward to "confront" him.
They all said "you're busy, you're busy" with a smile, and each looked more like Beijing than the other.
After all, the person in charge of the trap personally admitted that the trap had been completed.
Five days of work was completed in one night, and this ability alone was enough to make all the adjutants shut up.
What's more, there is a magic level that can "kill" 100,000 enemy soldiers instantly.
No one dares to offend such a top powerhouse in the mainland.
The trend of the war situation is basically controlled by this kind of magic master.
The good news continued to appear, and the coach was in high spirits.
Order the trap to be activated immediately.
He also took all the adjutants together and personally took an airship to the trap to appreciate the effect of the trap being activated.
Wait for Wang Wen to arrive at the night elf stronghold.
What I saw was a large dark red mass of black clouds in the distance.
On the wall of the stronghold stood a worried Dabus and an elated Mo Ran.
The expressions of the two men were in stark contrast.
Mo Ran asked Dabus curiously, "Why are you so worried?"
Dabus said, "There are too many people." He asked Mo Ran curiously, "Why are you so happy?"
Mo Ran thought for a while and smiled happily, "There are too many people!"
Wang Wen arrived in an airship. Before the airship could stop, he jumped off impatiently, rushed to Dabus and said, "The trap has been prepared. We will guard it here. Can you teach me how to make the sacred stone as soon as possible?"
Dabus looked at him suspiciously, pointed to the endless crimson ocean outside and asked, "There are so many enemies. The other side should be out in full force. How can you defend them?"
"Old Mo!" Wang Wen grabbed the bouncing Mo Ran and solemnly warned, "It's up to you at the critical moment! There are only about 80 points left. Just try to rush to places with many people, disrupt the formation and drag people down!"
Mo Ran smiled, jumped out of the stronghold and headed straight towards the crimson ocean.
Dabus shouted worriedly, "Hey you."
Wang Wen pulled him towards the stronghold. "Don't worry, he won't die. But if you don't teach me how to make the sacred stone quickly, I will really die."
At this moment, the aircraft's progress suddenly skyrocketed.
From the original ten o'clock it seemed to fly all the way, and it almost increased to ten o'clock in the blink of an eye.
In one breath, it reached a hundred.
Wang Wen was stunned and turned to look at Mo Ran angrily.
As a result, Mo Ran outside the base was also confused.
He looked at himself, then at the crimson ocean that was still far away and had not yet been touched, and ripples appeared in his heart:
Could it be that the story of killing more than ninety giants last night has spread to the enemy camp?
The person opposite recognized him and was frightened to death?
Mo Ran After thinking about it, I thought it was possible, but I also felt that the statistical progress of the aircraft was unreasonable.
How can you blame yourself for being so timid and scared to death?
He was preparing to have a good theory with the aircraft.
Just listen to the mechanical voice announcing without emotion.
[Level progress is full]
[Please enter the next level within five minutes, otherwise you will be forcibly transferred]
Wang Wen in the stronghold asked the aircraft, "Where did the progress come from?"
[Organ Trap]
"I tested last night and let others use traps to kill the target, but it didn't increase the progress at all? Is the statistics wrong?"
[The targets killed by the hand crossbow are mainly the operator, and the targets killed by the automatic mechanism are mainly the trappers. The main contributors to the current progress are: Lonely Sandbar Cold 85.%]
Wang Wen was shocked and turned to ask Zhu Xingguo: "How many mechanisms did you arrange last night?"
Zhu Xingguo looked confused. "Ah? I don't remember. I just remember that Master, you always said hurry up..."
Wang Wen regretted that his duodenum was aching.
Reluctantly, he asked Dabus next to him, "Master, can you teach me how to make the sacred stone in four minutes?"
Dabus shook his head in confusion. "Of course it's impossible. What's wrong? Are you in a hurry?"
"Grass.."
A lot of hard work and blood have been wasted.
Wang Wen's eyes are red.
Get on the airship and rush to the front of the crimson ocean in minutes, close your eyes and then open them again.
"Boom!"
The ground was sunken, and at least thousands of creatures with a height of half a man were crushed into a pulp by the invisible weight.
He closed his eyes again, this time a little longer, about five seconds.
When it opened again, the crimson ocean on the ground was reduced by a quarter.
Mo Ran Seeing him going on a killing spree, the desire he had been holding back all night was finally released in the last few minutes.
In an extremely rare move, he changed out of [Dharma Hand], retrieved a pair of black boxing gloves from the aircraft and put them on.
When his fists touched, lightning suddenly appeared between them.
The fist raised high in the air pierced countless lightning arcs in all directions, and the whole person seemed to turn into a light ball composed of thunder and lightning, and fell into the pile of monsters with "stab la la".
Centered on the drop point.
A lightning area with a diameter of more than a kilometer appeared out of thin air between the sky and the earth.
Thunder exploded during the day, and arcs filled the sky accompanied by intense heat, charring all living things within the kilometer-diameter circle.
The crimson ground mixed with blood also turned into a layer of amber-like crystals.
Mo Ran stood in the center of the circle with his hands hanging in black gloves. This punch destroyed at least nearly a thousand enemies.
Dabus in the rear stronghold released some unknown magic, and appeared outside the high temperature circle with Zhu Xingguo.
He stared at the vast expanse of scorched earth in front of him with dumbfounded eyes, wondering in his mind whether he could achieve this level without using the forbidden curse.
For the first time, this top magician in the mainland looked seriously at these newcomers who came from the rear.
As a result, Mo Ran looked at Wang Wen who was bombing everywhere in airships, and was very dissatisfied with his results.
I feel that I might not be able to catch up with that lunatic if I just rely on my own strength.
So he took out a set of devices from the aircraft.
Very familiar.
It is the 300-level rarity that was originally given to Zhu Xingguo as a apprenticeship ceremony: a simple remote-controlled micro-carrying missile loaded with a small-range Destruction highly concentrated thermobaric warhead.
"Boom!"
The carrier is ignited and pushed, emitting light and dark tail flames and a large amount of smoke.
The already extremely high temperature nearby increased again, and Dabus, who was outside the circle, was so shocked that he couldn't help but take a few steps back. He looked at the colorful cloud that was "summoned" by Mo Ran, jumped up from the ground, and rose higher and higher, his eyes a little blurred.
He couldn't understand a little bit.
Where did this group of people come from?
What are these tricks that look like magic but are not magic?
Dabus's doubts are destined to be unanswered.
Once the missile reaches a high altitude, Mo Ran silently sets the missile's impact point to the densest area behind the enemy.
Then gently press the sci-fi red button on the remote control.
Four words came out softly from his mouth.
"Ha~~Hallelujah"
The high-altitude missile made a sharp whistling sound and rushed towards the set target location. The movement path of the entire process was approximately like this: ⊿.
The missile disappeared from sight and landed behind the crimson ocean.
The mainland's top magician Dabus stared at the missile without knowing whether to live or die.
When I first landed, there was only a blinding white light in front of me.
The world is quiet.
It was as if even the wind and air had been absorbed.
Then, the roaring sound that followed the shock wave and high heat caused a muffled sound like a buzzing in his ear cavity.
Dizziness, weak legs, nausea and retching, eyes full of tears and unable to see.
In the distance, where the crimson ocean is densest.
The air over there is distorted, and the specific appearance cannot be seen. The ground that can be seen clearly from a little closer is scattered with black and charred objects, and it is difficult to distinguish what they are.