"It's very spectacular. The count's castle is mainly built with black iron stone, and its resistance to spells and fighting spirit is very good.
Most earls probably don't have this kind of background, which can only be obtained after the Hongfeng family has inherited it for a long time."
Looking at this castle, even as a master of painting, Willow had to express his appreciation.
Although the name of this stone called black iron stone is simple, its value is very expensive.
The materials used by many ordinary nobles to build castles can only be lower-grade granite, which is hard in texture, but its resistance to spells is not satisfactory, so they can only rely on the hardness of the material itself.
When Earl Hongfeng heard Master Willow's praise, he showed a proud expression on his face.
It took his family several generations to build this castle. They spent a lot of effort to mine these extremely precious black iron stones from the nearby mountains and then used them to build this huge castle.
If it were the market price, even the great nobles in the royal city might not be able to afford such a large batch of black iron stone.
Earl Hongfeng was about to say something when he suddenly frowned and looked towards the entrance of the castle.
He felt a trace of magic fluctuation, and then saw the earth split open and a person rising up.
"Mo Lan?"
Earl Hongfeng frowned, and Master Weiluo next to him also looked over.
"This man's spell is very good. Does the Count need to deal with it first?"
Earl Hongfeng thought of the knights who had not returned yet, and recalled the sneak attack a few days ago, and nodded.
"Please also ask Master Wei Luo to wait for a moment while I go deal with this projector."
"Oh, Projector? Then let me go and see it with the Count."
Master Willow showed some interest, but the Earl did not refuse and nodded in agreement.
........
Mo Lan stood in front of the castle, opened a live broadcast room by himself, and smiled while watching the netizens' speeches.
"Oh, what does God Mo want to do?"
"Brother, you are floating, you will be beaten to death."
Mo Lan said with a smile.
"Have we ever been timid?"
At this time, Earl Hongfeng and Master Weiluo walked over from the castle's suspension bridge. Earl Hongfeng looked at Mo Lan with a look of contempt in his eyes and grabbed Mo Lan with one hand.
Earl Hongfeng's speed was extremely fast, which surprised Mo Lan because it was obviously at an elite level.
There are quite a few nobles who have changed jobs, and it may be rare for them to reach the elite level.
Mo Lan did not dodge and let Count Hongfeng catch him.
"Damn it, Mo Shen was caught just like that?"
"It's over, it's over. Let's have a banquet in the whole village. Save a seat for me."
"One bow, two bows, three bows, the ceremony is over, it's gone, it's gone, it's all gone."
Mo Lan glanced at the barrage and smiled even happier.
"Earl Hong Maple, your castle is so spectacular, and it has extremely strong spell resistance. I'm afraid this is very, very precious, right?"
Live broadcast room:
"Damn it, I seem to have understood what God Mo is planning to do."
"Hiss, no way?"
And Earl Hongfeng, who had no intention of killing himself, had a proud expression on his face when he heard this.
"Yes, it is very precious, but isn't it too late for you to please me now?"
Live broadcast room:
"I'm afraid this poor kid doesn't know what he's about to face, right?"
"A moment of silence."
Mo Lan smiled when he heard this, which was a bit strange, making Count Hongfeng feel that something was wrong.
"Flattering? No, no, no, I just feel a bit pity.
Your castle, which is so big, so spectacular, and so precious, is going to be... gone!"
As soon as he finished speaking, before Count Hongfeng could react, he felt the earth tremble slightly.
One second, two seconds...
The ground beneath my feet seemed to begin to sink.
Count Hongfeng subconsciously grabbed Master Wei Luo and Mo Lan and rushed away.
The third second... boom!!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
A huge building made purely of stone, capable of housing hundreds of people, with city walls, stables, barracks, moats, gardens and other facilities, fell from a height of dozens of meters.
At this moment, the ground cracked, the entire Red Maple City shook, and some weak thatched houses collapsed.
People near the center of the city were unable to stand firmly and fell to the ground in the shock.
Endless dust rose from the hole in the ground, and the howling wind caused the dust to rush into the sky.
The dust dispersed, and Hong Maple and Mo Lan were stunned.
There was only a huge hollow left on the site of the castle, and only a huge sinkhole.
Netizens were also stunned. After recovering from the deafening sound, they looked at the sinkhole and blinked.
At this time, only Mo Lan's confused voice sounded.
"How can a castle that is so big, so strong, and so precious be gone?"
Mo Lan's voice woke everyone up, and the live broadcast room went crazy.
"Pfft, hahaha, God Mo, my eternal god!"
"Mom asked me why I was kneeling to watch the live broadcast."
"God Mo, you are provocative like crazy, you will die miserably later... Um, no, you are already dead miserably."
The angry Hongfeng punched Mo Lan to pieces. Only a few pieces of his body were intact. The players watching the live broadcast were laughing like crazy.
"Hahaha, it's such a miserable death, but why am I smiling so happily."
"It's so miserable, hahaha."
"Eat a feast, eat a feast, the whole village eats a feast."
"Oh, actually Count Hongfeng shouldn't have beaten God Mo to death. He would have to be imprisoned in the dungeon and tortured for a hundred and eighty days at least."
"Earl Hongfeng: Do you blame me?"
Mo Lan, who was in a state of soul, shrugged his shoulders. Looking at the complaints from netizens, he shrugged.
"I am also helpless, so I sent an elite warrior to catch me.
It doesn't matter at first, they are not much different from ordinary soldiers, so if you kill them, you will kill them.
But I'm just holding my breath in my heart, I'm so panicked, can I bear it? I definitely can't bear it!
I am a player, who can I be afraid of? If you can kill me, kill me!"
Mo Lan shouted, and suddenly a barrage passed by.
"Well, Mo Shen, you are resurrected. Count Hongfeng is so anxious to wait."
Mo Lan blinked his eyes, glanced at him, his face turned red, and he stared at his corpse with nowhere to vent. He shuddered subconsciously, pretended not to see it, and continued to shout.
"Am I going to be a coward? Just kill him if you can. I will be a good man again in a second."
Gradually, the barrage was filled with one sentence.
"You are resurrected."
Suddenly, a different barrage passed by, and Mo Lan's eyes lit up.
"God Mo, he is guarding outside. When will you be resurrected? Can you run away?"
"Resurrection? Run? I'm not in a hurry. I even want to eat braised chicken and rice."
Just after I finished speaking, a message box suddenly popped up in front of me.
"God Mo, do you need us to save you?"
"Come on, come on."
Mo Lan suddenly responded to the message.
"Hey, it seems that the live broadcast is not turned off?"
"Pfft, hahahahaha. I'm in a trance. Hahahaha. Is Mo Shen so down-to-earth? I love it."
"God Mo: Help me!"
"Hey, the live broadcast room you are watching has been closed."
