Realistic Game

"Three to one, Errol, is there still a need to continue the fifth game?"

Mo Lan said lightly, under the bone wolf claws, the big elder who had his arms severed was taken back by them, and then he took his broken arm and cast a spell to take it back.

Errol's face was pale and depressed.

"No, you are indeed a genius, I am far from as good as, but I am complacent because of Tier VI.

Hope to have the opportunity to communicate with you in the future. "

Mo Lan smiled upon hearing this.

"The Mage Association is located on a lake in the mountains to the north of Red Maple City. You are welcome to come at any time. We communicate and learn from each other."

Seeing that Mo Lan did not assume the pride of a victor, but placed him on the same level, Errol felt quite surprised, slightly touched.

At this moment, he suddenly discovered that he did not actually have any feuding conflicts with Mo Lan and the Magic Association. The first time he went to the Mage Association, they had bullied others. Everything came from his own greed and jealousy, which was ridiculous.

Wanting to understand this, Errol's eyes were a little more relieved, and he bowed his hand slightly.

"Then please President Mo not to dislike me, and I will go to the Mage Association to live for a while.

And the stored spell models of Tier 6 and below will also be brought to President Mo at that time, and we can also communicate with each other at Tier 6 and above. "

Errol's sudden change of attitude made Mo Lan slightly surprised, but he didn't take it seriously. It was because of his strength being stronger than him, and the strongest attitude towards equality was the greatest respect for him.

Mo Lan is also happy to see the change in Errol’s attitude. With multiple friends and multiple colleagues, why not do it. Anyway, there is no grievance between each other, and the players can’t die. If they meet each other, they will laugh and lose their grudges. Good.

"Welcome."

The victory of Mo Lan and the victory of the Mage Association aroused cheers among the players, and the mages of the Royal Capital Association did not have much opinion on Errol's words, but they were chatting with joy, but the expression of the other person next to him grew more and more. The more gloomy.

"Erol, the reserve of the Mage Association is not only the reserve of the Association, but also the reserve of the Morse family, the reserve of the Kingdom of Morse.

You give them to others, do I agree? "

Errol's face became stiff, his smile gradually disappeared, and even a little gloomy.

The Marquis of Morse ignored him and turned to look at Mo Lan.

"Mo Lan, what are you thinking about? Relocating the Mage Association, not to mention the spell models below the sixth order, these are all yours.

You will also become my most trusted retainer, along with enjoying the glory of the nobility and the glory of the Morse family. "

The whole scene became deadly in an instant, and everyone suddenly looked at Mo Lan, but after a short period of sluggishness, the players in the audience and the players in the live broadcast room suddenly laughed.

It's not that I hope Mo Lan will be bad, and there is no malice, mainly gloating, funny, watching the excitement is not too big a problem.

It's a game anyway, so I naturally like to watch the excitement, especially the excitement of the big shots.

As a result, there was a carnival on the forum, and the popularity related to Mo Lan soared.

And now, Mo Lan looked at the Marquis of Morse and smiled.

"My lord Marquis of Morse, why bother, I'm just a little projector."

"Are you rejecting me?"

The face of the Marquis of Morse was uncertain, and said slowly.

"You can think so."

"what about now."

The Marquis of Morse stared at Mo Lan, and at this moment, there was an extra person, a child, and a player in the hands of a soldier next to him.

Lu Zhouhao!

Seeing this with a smile on his face, Mo Lan looked at the Marquis of Morse indifferently.

"You should be very close to him, right? Spoiling him so much, taking him to the world, taking him to experience, is he worthy of your consideration?

I advise you not to think about saving her. The one who caught him was a six-ring warrior. Perhaps his destructive power and combat effectiveness are not as good as your mage, but his movement speed, hiding ability and melee ability are not comparable to you. In his hands, You can't save him. "

The Marquis of Morse said with a smile, but there was no half of a smile in his smile, which made people look chilling.

"Do you want to use him to threaten me? It's useless, don't be naive, he is also a projector, he is also an immortal existence."

"What about the projector, the projector is indeed an immortal existence.

But I just don’t kill him. After all, the projection is linked to the ontology. Maybe you adults don’t care, but what about this kid?

I don't kill him, I put him in a water jail, I keep him out of the sun, I cut him a piece of meat every day, and I bit him with snakes and ants every day.

I tried all the cruel punishments on him. Maybe he won't die, but can this kind of mental damage be transmitted to the body, causing him to mentally break down?

You know, sometimes death is not the most terrifying, life is better than death. "

Mo Lan looked at the Marquis of Morse quietly, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and he looked at him blankly.

"Moore, why do you think I dared to bring him out? Don't I know this is a life of nine deaths?

Wouldn't I know that he is a weakness? Have you considered these? Have you ever thought about it? "

Mo Lan let out an inexplicable sigh, opened the system page, found the youth anti-addiction mode, and clicked forced offline.

"You don't know anything about the projector, go to war."

Mo Lan turned and boarded the chariot, and a trace of anger flashed in the eyes of the Marquis of Morse, but at this moment, he suddenly found that Lu Zhouhao's condition was not right, and his face suddenly changed.

"My lord, this projector seems to be asleep, without any physical injuries, he is full of vitality, but he can't wake up at all."

"Go to the dungeon, let people stare, and when I wake up, I will be punished with the cruelest punishment.

And now, give it all to me, summon the knights, I want chariots, I want them to die! "

"Yes!"

As soon as the voice fell, the soldiers rushed up in an instant. Nearly ten people, all of them were Tier VI fighters!

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But when they all rushed to the front of the chariot, they found that there was no way to start. The door could not be opened and was completely locked. There was no other way, so they had to aim at the position of the door, raise the long knife, gather the vindictiveness, and slam it down. .

The knife light flashed, leaving a half-centimeter deep scratch on the chariot door. The golden light flashed slightly in the scratch. It was the gold-grained black steel that really cast the body of the chariot!

Are all elemental metals? ! !

Seeing this pupil, the Marquis of Morse suddenly shrank, looking at the huge chariot, horrified, the greed in his heart could hardly be suppressed.

However, at this moment, the two pillars in the middle of the tank fell slowly, fixing the tank firmly to the ground.

After the fixation was completed, many soldiers who were scraping the chariot suddenly discovered that the windows of the chariot were quietly opened.

Inside, he put out a hand quietly, threw a golden fireball the size of a basketball, shrank his hand, closed the window, and did it in one go.

Only the golden fireball fell slowly...