Realistic Game

"Hahaha."

Mo Lan laughed suddenly when he saw this, and his voice echoed over the Marquis of Morse.

"Morse, from today onwards, the south of the mountains belongs to me. If you dare, I will drive a chariot and start pushing your entire kingdom.

And if you dare to let the master warrior come out to deal with me...Haha, I hope you can hide and not be found by my chariot.

Of course, you may be able to guess, how many tanks do I have? "

Mo Lan's voice made the Marquis of Morse and others shudder, and what followed was a rising rage.

The Marquis of Morse was angry, but then he felt weak, whether it was an individual or a knight order, the master-class combat power of the entire kingdom, the foundation of the town was so small.

The master class can indeed deal with this kind of chariot, just like the Silver Knights just now, as long as it is given a certain amount of time, even elemental metals can't stop its minions.

A master can deal with a chariot, but only a master can deal with a chariot. Other than that, no one or the knights can resist it.

And if there are a few such chariots... then the kingdom of Morse that was just established may have reached the eve of destruction.

The Marquis of Morse was raging in his heart, but he was so crushed that he couldn't vent it. The seventh-order combat power didn't dare to move. He had no choice but to take Mo Lan.

At this moment, a noisy sound caught his attention, turning his head to look, a bunch of projectors jumped up and down, which suddenly made him even more irritable, and roared.

"Purge the projectors of the royal capital and the entire kingdom, kill them all!!!"

The players who watch the excitement are not too big:? ? ?

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"kill!"

The well-behaved lion knights violent instantly, with a quick catwalk... the lion knights reacted instantly, adjusted their pace, and rushed to many players.

"Fuck, what is our business?!"

"You group of projectors are not good things, all go to death?"

"My lord Marquis, my lord Marquis, it's none of our business, we are not at odds with Mo Lan! You can't deal with Mo Lan, we can help you deal with Mo Lan!

You need us! "

The furious Marquis of Morse had planned to kill him for a while, even if he was discouraged, but when he heard this, his anger suddenly became even greater.

"I can't deal with Mo Lan?! Then can I still deal with you?

Kill me, kill them all, don't keep any of them! "

One of the guild leaders who had just spoken suddenly snorted when he heard the words, knowing that he had said something wrong in a hurry.

Looking at the aggressive lion knights, he is full of anger when he keeps talking softly. He is usually a **** bag. Now that his posture is so low, he still has to deal with it. The more he thinks, the more angry he is. It was death, and immediately no matter what the three seven twenty one, he scolded.

"Damn Morse, you are just a trash!"

As soon as the voice fell, the scene fell into a dead silence. Everyone looked at him together, and Morse was dumbfounded, pointing to himself and the guild leader.

"What do you look at? I haven't seen your father's handsome face. If I haven't seen it, I will take a few more glances."

The guild leader furiously said.

"If you can't provoke Mo Lan, you can provoke me if you get along?

I swallowed my anger, I played a game and I became an angry bag. I don’t play with you anymore, I don’t want anything, go to death, I’m tired, destroy it! "

When the president's voice fell, the Marquis of Morse suddenly had a bad premonition.

Suddenly turning his head to look in the direction of the palace, he saw a person rising up into the sky almost from the palace.

A strong grudge burst out of this person, and he could feel his strength even outside the city.

And his flying speed is much faster than Mo Lan's own way of flying, and he is very flexible, just like a natural flying creature, turning into flight instinct.

Such an extremely powerful person was recognized by the Marquis of Morse as soon as he flew up and exploded. Just when he was a little confused, the earth began to tremble, and the world seemed to tremble with it, and only the president's voice reverberated in his ears.

"Destroy it!"

boom! ! ! !

Infinite flames and dust leaped from the position of the palace, rushing into the sky, and the black and red explosions flashed and thundered, like the end of the world, and the world wailed for it.

A mushroom cloud that symbolizes ultimate destruction slowly blooms.

The figure rising to the sky looked extremely small and fragile in front of the rising mushroom cloud.

The figure that was originally straight up bumped into the mushroom cloud midway, and gently touched the mushroom cloud, just like a pebble tossed out.

Everyone stared at the mushroom cloud that represented the ultimate destruction, and looked at the figure thrown by the mushroom cloud.

Getting closer and closer, the stone was just thrown in this direction, and gradually the appearance of people could be seen.

The figure approached, and then passed the Marquis of Morse again, and continued to fly towards the distance. When passing over Mo Lan, the speed was already much slower, and Mo Lan subconsciously used the elemental cannon to aim and fire.

boom!

The graceful parabola that the figure fluttered was interrupted, and it was bombed high in the sky by the elemental cannon.

"Not broken?!"

Mo Lan was suddenly excited, controlling the Elemental Cannon one shot after another, one shot after another.

If one shot missed, then another shot. Everyone's eyes widened, watching the figure keep flying to new heights.

The Marquis of Morse was stunned when he saw it, and then shouted.

"Mo Lan!!!"

boom!

"Eh, it's broken."

Mo Lan shattered the figure in one shot, and he subconsciously replied when he heard the words of the Marquis of Morse.

"Well, what are you doing?"

The scene fell into silence for an instant, and Mo Lan suddenly realized something.

"Ahem, dude, what did you do to make our Marquis of Morse angry like this?"

"Oh, I blew up his palace."

The president shrugged his shoulders and didn't think it was too big a problem, and began to speak with amplifying spells. Mo Lan originally wanted to change the subject, but he suddenly became interested.

"How did you do it, the palace is so big!"

"Use gunpowder."

"Gunpowder? What gunpowder?"

"Black powder."

"How is it possible, how much black powder can make a mushroom cloud?"

Mo Lan said in disbelief.

"It's not too much. It mobilized tens of thousands...less than a hundred thousand people. All the guilds in our capital were organized in partnership, and it took more than a month to gather materials and make them.

Isn't the normal detonation used explosives to explode at key nodes?

I don't know how to count nodes, and I don't know where they are, so I simply used black powder to spread a layer under the entire palace.

Later, considering the power of black powder, after thinking and thinking, I decided to put a little bit more, then a little bit more.

After all ~www.readwn.com~ these nobles are too strong, too much, they are not ready to play their cards, I am afraid that they will be wiped out one day, and there is still no complaint. "

The president said quite shyly.

"Awesome!"

"You...you..."

The Marquis of Morse was so angry that he couldn't say anything when he listened to the chat between the two.

"What are you doing, the palace is blown up and you will be paid back."

Mo Lan said unceremoniously when he heard the words, his voice was a bit wrong, and he was very close.

The Marquis of Morse felt wrong. He looked up and found that Mo Lan was back in his chariot again.

This awakened the Marquis of Morse, looked around, and suddenly found that he was surrounded by groups of players.

The anger disappeared from the Marquis of Morse's heart, only to feel a chill in his back, and his heart was chilling.

What do they want to do?