"That little brat is actually willing to send a master-level warrior to deal with me... Wait, no, you're not a master-level warrior. How is that possible? It's not possible for you to be so strong if you're not a master-level warrior!"
Marquis Morse seemed to have discovered something and said in disbelief.
"ignorance."
The soldier holding a shoulder-length wooden stick, dressed in powerful clothing and with a tough face spoke directly.
"Morse, now you are deprived of the title of marquis for treason and treason! The Morse family is deprived of the hereditary marquis title and demoted to a commoner!"
"It's useless, it's useless, you are not a master, although I don't know how you managed to burst out with such strong fighting power.
But there is no doubt about one thing, one strength comes with one price, let me just say, how dare the Southern Empire send a master-level warrior to this area, he doesn’t dare, and you don’t dare.”
Marquis Morse's tone seemed to relax a little.
"Southern Empire, Mo Lan, and you group of projectors!"
President:???
Everyone seemed to be able to hear from his tone that he was looking around, as if they could see him looking at everyone and remembering everyone.
"I lost today, but you can't kill me. When I come back again, I will repay you well."
Marquis Morse's words made everyone frown.
The centipede insect is dead but not stiff. Once it runs away, it will indeed be a very annoying thing.
Revenge is secondary, the main thing is not being beaten to death, and then pestering you from time to time to refresh your sense of presence, which is very disgusting.
Marquis Morse's voice sounded again, this time speaking to the soldier.
"Do you know why I judge that you are not a master warrior?
Because you can't truly integrate into the world, you can't affect the space, and you can't stop me from leaving!"
As soon as the words fell, everyone immediately understood that Marquis Morse was probably going to use a space spell scroll to escape.
Back then, Huot had teleportation scrolls, and Viscount Lassen of Red Maple City had random teleportation scrolls, not to mention the powerful Marquis Morse, the leader of a country.
The teleportation scroll used to dodge the elemental cannon was probably just one of them.
At this moment, a burst of space fluctuations came out. Everyone looked over and saw the warrior tearing up a spell scroll.
"Dimensional Anchor!"
The space instantly became stable. It was obvious that this warrior was well prepared.
"Dimensional Anchor, you are really well prepared, but unfortunately... it's still not enough!"
Marquis Morse didn't care and wasn't even in a hurry to leave.
"My methods are beyond your phenomena, and a dimensional anchor is not enough."
Everyone's hearts gradually sank, and at this moment another wave of space fluctuations came out. Everyone turned to look and saw Errol silently activating five spell scrolls.
Five...dimensional anchors!
"One dimensional anchor is not enough, what about five? Lord Marquis?"
The scene became extremely silent for a while, and Marquis Morse stopped talking.
"If I'm not wrong, the Marquis must rely on the alien teleportation technique he obtained from the little devil's altar, right?
It's a pity that although the Dimensional Anchor is only a sixth-level spell, the nature of this spell is very special. As long as it is released, it can continuously enhance the strength of the space.
With six dimensional anchors in a small area, even the seven-ring alien teleportation technique that can teleport across borders cannot be used."
"El...Roll..."
Marquis Morse murmured word by word, and Errol smiled when he heard the words.
"I actually like what the projector said, even clay figures have a certain amount of anger.
In the past, the Marquis was so powerful that I could only endure my anger again and again. I had to draw dimensional anchors to suppress it. I would endure it one painting at a time, but if I wanted to kill you, I would paint one painting at a time. In the blink of an eye, there were five.
I thought I would pass it on to future generations, but I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity today. I'm sorry, Lord Marquis.
I will use these five dimensional anchor spell scrolls to send the Marquis on his way today, and wish him a safe journey."
boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, the war broke out instantly. The suspected master-level warrior, a chariot that could explode with super-sixth-level spell power, became the main output.
Mage groups dispatched by many surrounding player guilds have arrived one after another. Maybe there is not a single mage group among the 100 players, but a 60-person mage group can produce a hundred.
The sixty-member mage group has reached the threshold of the third-ring mage group. As the gatekeepers of the three-ring mage group, they can already unleash the power of five-ring spells.
One or two fifth-level spells may be nothing, but when more than a hundred fifth-level spells bombard each other in turn, even the fourth-level knights are a bit overwhelmed.
It's not that it can't be blocked, it's just that it can't be consumed, and whenever it wants to break out and leave, the suspected master-level warriors will suppress it back.
As well as Mo Lan's tank, the elemental cannons fired one after another can also deal heavy blows to him.
The fourth-level Silver Knights seem to be able to connect the world and restore themselves. Even in high-intensity battles, they can still retain their strength and prolong the battle. This battle lasts until the evening.
During this period, after the Silver Knights suffered huge losses, the suspected master-level warriors withdrew midway. Fortunately, tens of thousands of player mages had already used the stone wall technique to build a circular steep mountain, and with the wizard group and chariots, this
Only then did he suppress him and prevent him from running away.
The reduction in combat intensity is also one of the reasons why the Silver Knights have been able to persist for so long.
Finally, under the orange-red sunset, Mo Lan's elemental cannon became the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely defeating the silver giant wolf and causing a large number of casualties among the silver knights.
Marquis Morse also died on the spot in this elemental cannon.
"Finally dead."
Mo Lan and the president next to him looked at each other, breathed a sigh of relief, and said in unison.
"Hey, which guild are you from? It's been so long and I still don't know what guild you are from."
"In our Shanhai Guild, my name is Qin Ding."
"Do you love mountains and seas that cannot be flattened by mountains and seas?"
"Oh no, we are going to write another Shan Hai Jing of Shan Hai Jing."
"Hahaha, okay, I'm Mo Lan, nice to meet you."
"Hey, can I still recognize God Mo? God Mo will come to our guild for dinner sometime. The food we eat is definitely something you have never seen before."
"Then I really want to come and eat someday, but we'll talk about this next time, let's wrap up this trip first.
After Morse died, the structure of the entire kingdom had to be re-established.
If it's true as Morse said, this area used to be chaotic.
Then in the hands of our players, it can't be worse than in the hands of Morse or the hands of the nobles, right?"
"Indeed, some are busy."
Mo Lan and Qin Ding stepped forward together and looked at the Silver Knights who had fallen to the ground. With a wave of their hands, many players came forward to tie them up.
They still wanted to resist, but their injuries and exhausted bodies simply did not allow them to do so.
At this moment, Mo Lan saw the actions of the leader of the Silver Knights, and his face suddenly changed.
