"Three to one, Errol, is it necessary to continue the fifth game?"
Mo Lan said lightly, under the bone wolf claws, they carried the elder with his arms cut off, and then they took the arm that was broken into two sections and cast a spell to take it back.
Errol's face looked a little gray and depressed.
"No need to compare, you are indeed a genius, I am far inferior, but you are complacent because of the sixth level.
I hope to have the opportunity to communicate with you in the future.”
Mo Lan smiled when he heard this.
"The Mage Association is located on a lake in the mountains north of Red Maple City. You are welcome to come over at any time. We can communicate and learn from each other."
Seeing that Mo Lan did not put on the proud posture of a winner, but instead put him on the same level, Errol was quite surprised and slightly touched.
At this moment, he suddenly discovered that he, Mo Lan, and the Magic Association did not actually have any vengeful conflict. When he went to the Magic Association, they were still dominating others. Everything was just due to his own greed and jealousy, which was ridiculous.
After thinking about this, Errol's eyes became a little more relieved and he slightly cupped his hands.
"Then please don't bother me, President Mo. I will go to the Mage Association to stay for a while.
The reserved spell models of level six and below will also be brought to President Mo when the time comes, and we can also communicate when the time comes for those with level six and above."
Mo Lan was slightly surprised by Errol's sudden change of attitude, but he didn't take it seriously. It was just because he was stronger than him. A strong person's attitude of equality is the greatest respect for him.
As for Errol's attitude change, Mo Lan is also happy to see the result. With multiple friends and comrades, why not do it. Anyway, there is no mortal grudge between each other, and the players cannot die. They can just smile and forget the grudges.
Good.
“Welcome.”
Mo Lan's victory and the Mage Association's victory aroused cheers among the players, and the mage from the Royal Capital Association didn't have much objection to Errol's words. However, they were chatting happily, but the expression of the other person next to them became more and more serious.
It's getting darker and darker.
"Erol, the reserves of the Mages Association are not only the reserves of the association, but also the reserves of the Morse family and the Morse Kingdom.
Do you give them to others, do I agree?"
Errol's face stiffened, his smile gradually disappeared, and he even became a little gloomy.
Marquis Morse ignored him and turned to look at Mo Lan.
"Mo Lan, what do you think? Move the Mage Association here. Not to mention the spell models below level six, these are all yours.
You will also become my most trusted retainer, enjoying the glory of the nobility and the glory of the Morse family."
The entire scene instantly became dead silent, and everyone looked at Mo Lan suddenly, but after a brief moment of silence, the players in the audience and the players in the live broadcast room burst into laughter.
It's not that he hopes Mo Lan will be bad, nor does he have any ill intentions. He mainly takes pleasure in his misfortune, it's funny, and he doesn't think it's a big deal to watch the fun.
It's just a game anyway, so naturally I like to watch the excitement, especially the excitement of big shots.
As a result, there was a carnival on the forum, and the popularity related to Mo Lan soared.
But now, Mo Lan looked at Marquis Morse and smiled.
"Mr. Marquis Morse, why bother? I'm just a little projector."
"Are you rejecting me?"
Marquis Morse's face was uncertain and he spoke slowly.
"You can think so."
"What about now?"
Marquis Morse stared at Mo Lan, and at this moment, there was another person, a child, and a player in the hands of the soldier next to him.
Lu Zhouhao!
Seeing this, Mo Lan still had a smile on his face and looked at Marquis Morse indifferently.
"You must be very close to him, right? Doting on him so much, taking him to see the world, and giving him experience, does he deserve you to give it a little more consideration?
I advise you not to think about saving her. The person who captured him is a sixth-ring warrior. His destructive power and combat effectiveness may not be as good as your mage, but his movement speed, hiding ability and melee ability are not comparable to yours. In his hands,
You can't save him."
Marquis Morse said with a smile, but there was no smile in his smile, which made people feel chilly.
"You want to use him to threaten me? It's useless, don't be naive, he is also a projector, and he is also an immortal existence."
"So what about the projector? The projector is indeed an immortal existence.
But as long as I don't kill him, it's fine. After all, the projection is connected to the body. It may not matter to you adults, but what about this child?
I don't kill him, I put him in a water prison, I prevent him from seeing the sun, I cut a piece of his flesh every day, and I bite him with snakes and ants every day.
I have tried all the cruel punishments on him. Maybe he will not die, but can this kind of mental damage be transmitted to his body and cause him to have a mental breakdown?
You know, sometimes death is not the most terrible thing, life is worse than death."
Mo Lan looked at Marquis Morse quietly, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and he looked at him expressionlessly.
"Morse, why do you think I dared to bring him out? Didn't I know that this was a narrow escape?
Do I not know that he has a weakness? Have you ever considered this? 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 to force offline.
"You know nothing about Projectors, let's start a war."
Mo Lan turned around and boarded the chariot, while Marquis Morse's eyes flashed with anger, but then he suddenly realized that something was wrong with Lu Zhouhao's situation, and his expression suddenly changed.
"Sir, this projector seems to be asleep. There are no injuries on his body and he is full of vitality, but he cannot wake up."
"I will be put in a dungeon and watched, and when I wake up, they will give me the most cruel punishment.
And now, give them all to me, gather the knights, I want the chariot, and I want them to die!"
"yes!"
As soon as he finished speaking, warriors rushed forward one by one. There were nearly ten of them, and surprisingly all of them were sixth-level warriors!
The frightening strength is that this is only a part of Marquis Morse's guard. The remaining part is still protecting Marquis Morse, which shows his background.
But when they all rushed to the chariot, they found that they had no way to start. The door could not be opened and was completely locked. With no other choice, they had no choice but to aim at the door, raise their long swords, gather their fighting spirit, and slash down violently.
.
The sword flashed, leaving a scratch half a centimeter deep on the chariot door. The golden light shone slightly in the scratch. It was the black steel with golden patterns that actually cast the chariot body!
All elemental metals?!
Marquis Morse's pupils shrank suddenly when he saw this. He looked at the huge chariot in horror, and the greed in his heart could hardly be suppressed.
However, at this moment, the two pillars in the middle of the chariot slowly fell down, firmly fixing the chariot to the ground.
After the fixation was completed, many soldiers who were scraping the chariot suddenly found that the windows of the chariot quietly opened.
A hand quietly reached out from inside, threw a golden fireball the size of a basketball, retracted its hand, and closed the window, all at once.
Only the golden fireball is left slowly falling...
