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    Section 139 Like magic but not magic

    Knowing that the great magician Dabs has gone to the night elf stronghold, Wang Wen rushed there in an airship non-stop.

    He didn't even attend the small celebration party specially held by the coach.

    ? People who make the coach feel great always have something in common, they are all humble and hardworking.

    Even if the original words left by Wang Wen are "It's not that you beat people away, just celebrate the fart".

    None of the adjutants who had disliked him before raised their heads to "contradict".

    They all smiled and said "you are busy, you are busy", one by one is more like Jingba.

    After all, the person in charge of the trap personally admitted that the trap had all been completed.

    Five days of work can be done in one night, and this ability alone is enough to make all the adjutants shut up.

    What's more, there is a magic level that can "kill" 100,000 enemy soldiers in seconds.

    No one dares to easily offend such a top powerhouse in the mainland.

    The trend of the battle situation basically depends on this kind of magic master.

    ?Continuous good news appeared, and the coach was in high spirits and in an excellent mood.

    Order to activate the trap immediately.

    And pull all the adjutants together, take the airship to the trap in person to appreciate the effect of the trap after it is activated.

    Wait for Wang Wen to arrive at the night elf stronghold.

    What I saw was a large dark red mass in the distance.

    On the top of the stronghold wall stood a worried Dabs and an elated Mo Ran.

    The expressions of the two were in stark contrast.

    Mo Ran asked Dabs curiously: "Why are you so worried?"

    Dabs 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, and before the airship stopped, he jumped off impatiently, rushed to Dabus' side and said, "The trap has been prepared, we will guard here, and you should teach me how to make the sacred stone as soon as possible."  Me?"

    Dabs looked at him suspiciously, pointed to the endless crimson ocean outside and asked: "There are so many enemies, the opponent should be mobilized, how do you defend?"

    "Old Mo!" Wang Wen grabbed Mo Ran, who was alive and kicking, and solemnly told him: "It's up to you at the critical moment! The progress is only over 80 points, just go to places where there are many people, disrupt the formation and hold people back."  !"

    Mo Ran smiled, jumped out of the stronghold and went straight to the crimson sea.

    Dabs called out worriedly: "Hey you."

    Wang Wen pulled him into the stronghold: "Don't worry, he won't die, but if you don't teach me how to make a god stone, I will really die."

    At this moment, the progress of the aircraft suddenly skyrocketed.

    From the original ten points, it seems to be flying all the way, and the ten points are added almost in the blink of an eye.

    In one breath, one hundred.

    Wang Wen was stunned, and angrily turned her head to look at Mo Ran.

    As a result, Mo Ran outside the stronghold was also very confused.

    He looked at himself, and then at the deep red ocean that was still in the distance, and he couldn't even touch it, and there were ripples in his heart:

    Could it be that the deeds of killing more than ninety giants in one go last night have spread to the enemy camp?

    The person on the opposite side recognized him and frightened a lot of people to death?

    Mo Ran thought for a while and thought it was possible, but felt that the progress of the aircraft statistics was unreasonable.

    How can it be blamed on others who are timid and frightened to death?

    He is preparing to have a good theory with the aircraft.

    Just listen to the mechanical voice and announce without emotion.

    Wang Wen in the stronghold asked the aircraft: "Where is the progress?"

    "I tested last night to let someone use a mechanism to kill the target, and it didn't increase the progress at all? Is the statistics wrong?"

    Shocked, Wang Wen turned around and asked Zhu Xingguo: "How many traps did you set up last night, lonely?"

    Zhu Xingguo was confused: "Ah? I don't remember, I just remember that Master, you always said hurry up"

    Wang Wen was so regretful that her duodenum was aching.

    Reluctantly asked Dabs next to him, "Master, in four minutes, can you teach me how to make a god stone?"

    Dabs shook his head inexplicably: "Of course it's impossible, what's wrong? Are you in a hurry?"

    "Grass"

    A lot of hard work was put into Dongshui.

    Wang Min's eyes were red.

    Get on the airship and rush to the front of the crimson ocean in minutes, close your eyes and open them again.

    "?!  "

    The ground was sunken, and at least thousands of half-human tall creatures 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.

    Seeing him go on a killing spree, Mo Ran could finally release the desire that had been suppressed all night in the last few minutes.

    He changed it very rarely, retrieved a pair of black gloves from the aircraft and put them on.

    When the two fists touched, there was a flash of lightning between the fists.

    The fist raised high in the air pierced countless lightning arcs to the surroundings, and the whole person seemed to become a light group composed of thunder and lightning, "stabbing la la" and falling into the monster pile.

    Take the drop point as the center.

    A thunder and lightning area with a diameter of more than a kilometer appeared out of thin air between the sky and the earth.

    Thunder blasts during the day, electric arcs all over the sky, accompanied by intense high temperature, carbonize all living things in this thousand-meter-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 down in black gloves. This punch at least wiped out nearly a thousand enemies.

    Dabus in the rear stronghold unknowingly released some kind of magic, leading Zhu Xingguo to appear outside the high-temperature circle.

    He stared dumbfounded at a large piece of scorched earth in front of him, thinking in his heart whether he could reach this level without using the forbidden spell.

    For the first time, the top magician in the mainland watched these newcomers who came from the rear seriously.

    As a result, Mo Ran looked at Wang Wen who was bombing everywhere in the airship, and was very dissatisfied with his grades.

    ?I felt that I might not be able to catch up with that psychopath if I beat myself hard with strength alone.

    So he took out a device from the aircraft.

    Very familiar.

    It is the 300-layer rarity that was given to Zhu Xingguo as a teacher's gift: a simple remote-controlled micro-carrying missile equipped with a small-scale destruction of high-enrichment thermobaric warheads.

    "Boom!"

    The carrier is ignited and propelled, emitting bright and dark tail flames and a large amount of smoke.

    The already extremely high temperature in the vicinity rose again, and Dabus, who was outside the circle, couldn't help taking a few steps back in shock, looking at the flower "summoned" by Mo Ran, leaping from the ground, rising higher and higher.  Caiyun's eyes are a little blurred.

    He was a little confused.

    What is the origin of this group of people?

    What are these tricks that seem to be magic but are not magic?

    Dabs' doubts are destined to remain unanswered.

    Waiting for the carrier missile to rise to a high altitude, Mo Ran silently set the missile landing point to the densest area behind the enemy.

    Then lightly press the sci-fi big red button on the remote control.

    Gently spit out four words from the mouth.

    "Ha~~Lelujah"

    The high-altitude missile made a sharp whistling sound and rushed towards the set target location. The moving path of the whole process was roughly like this: ¨S.

    The missile disappeared from sight and landed behind the deep red ocean.

    Dabs, the top magician in the mainland, stared at the missile recklessly.

    When he first landed, there was only a blinding white light in front of his eyes.

    The world is quiet.

    It seems that even the wind and air are absorbed.

    Afterwards, the roaring sound followed by the shock wave and high heat caused a muffled buzzing sound in his ear cavity.

    Dizziness, weak legs, nausea and retching, eyes full of tears and unable to see.

    In the distance, the place 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 at a closer distance is scattered with black, charcoal-like objects, and it is impossible to tell what it is.
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