Chapter 967 Zhang Mu's passion

"These damn farmers, tigers don't show their power, do you treat me as a 'hallo kitty'? Come out - the sea god!" Zhang Mu roared and released the sea god Ring Eight. Although the sea god has less than 30% of its life, it is more than enough to deal with these 1-star terrifying mobs.

The Great Sea God Jieba pushed forward with his hands, and dozens of sea dragons as thick as buckets immediately flew over with their teeth and claws. With just one encounter, all the terrifying mobs were eliminated, and the attack power was terrifying.

“This is a brilliant victory!”

"Congratulations, for obtaining the 'Terror Mob'."

"Congratulations, you have obtained a 200,000, 1 star military force index."

"200,000 1-star troop index, hey, this is pretty good. After all, I still made a profit?" Looking at the system dialog box that popped up continuously, Zhang Mu was slightly stunned. 19 farmers died and obtained a troop index of 200,000. Isn't this just a profit?

(Zhannong: Brother, I am Zhannong.)

"Hi, look at my head, I forgot your world general with the second evolution of Brother Twelve Wings." Brilliant Xingchen patted his forehead, smiled, and walked over quickly.

"Don't call me brother, it seems awkward. Just call me 'Twelve' like everyone else." Zhang Mu won the first battle and was in a good mood.

"Haha, OK! By the way, have you obtained the picture?" Chaocanxingchen asked with a smile.

Zhang Mu nodded: "Well, the terrifying mob illustration, ignoring the distance to attack the enemy, this kind of shooter is really awesome."

Brilliant Xingchen smiled and said, "Brother Twelve, you can go back to the city now and convert the 'war farmers' into a 'terror mob'. Although it's only 1 star, it's always good to have an extra shooter army." After a pause, Brilliant Xingchen said, "Brother Twelve, I have something to do. Go back to the castle first and come to find you later."

"good!"

After the dazzling stars returned to the city, Zhang Mu also returned to his castle along the way, transforming the 200,000 military index and the "War Farmer" into a terrifying mob. Then, according to the tactics he had when he had opened up the "1st-level map" to divide the heroes under his command into two teams, one team with a large number of boundary soldiers, and the other team with a unit of six-winged holy angels, began a crazy territory expansion.

When encountering boundary soldiers with most melee systems, Zhang Mu uses the main force to attack, that is, a large number of boundary soldiers led by Meng Gangban. If he encounters long-range soldiers, Zhang Mu uses the bare commander "Six-winged Saint Angel" led by the "Twelve-Winged Angel" (hero). In this way, not only can the expansion speed be maximized, but the safety factor of the boundary soldiers under him is also guaranteed. 9 of them will win without any damage.

It was not until late at night that Zhang Mu came out of the game cabin. Although he was a little tired, he was very satisfied.

Seeing the increase of 1 unit and 1 unit under one control, the satisfaction of accumulating less and becoming more is something that most people cannot understand.

"Fuck, twelve!" As soon as I walked out of the game cabin, the mythical wound came up and cursed, "You guy, you can leave as you say, you're so cool!"

Obviously, the mythological wounds are still tangled with Zhang Mu's "Ascendant in the Sun".

Zhang Mu scratched his head and grinned embarrassedly: "Ashang, I'm also thinking about our future. I'm exploring the way forward. After the national war is over, you will definitely not bump into the new world like headless flies."

"Yes, I'm talking very well!" Myths hurt my energy, and I grabbed the drink at my hand and took a fierce sip, "How is it, is it fun in the New World?"

"Hey, what do you want me to say... I control the expansion of the boundary soldiers of more than 100 units, and I feel like I'm returning to the first-level map." Zhang Mu laughed and said.

"Brother, then." A voice came from the right. Zhang Mu raised his head and saw a can of 'Red Bull' spinning in the air. He raised his hand and steadily took the drink in his hand. After taking three big sips in a row, he laughed and said, "Fatty, why haven't you been with your wife? It's so late, and you're still here."

The fat man walked over with a swaying sway and said, "It is an extraordinary time now. The United Nations can attack the city at any time. At this critical moment, I can't sleep."

"How is the situation in the national war now?" Zhang Mu turned to look at the Myth Sin and asked seriously.

"The United Nations army 1, 2, and 3 has been assembled and is stationed a hundred miles away from the Lion Empire. Xiao Zong said that they may come to attack tonight, so they will make me and the fat man on night shift." Mythshu sniffed a cigarette and spit out an extra-large smoke ring.

"Thank you for your hard work." Zhang Mu patted Myha's wounded shoulder hard, tilted his neck to drink, and stepped on his legs into the game cabin again.

Myth was stunned and said, "Twelve, are you crazy? Don't go to rest? Still have fun? In two or three days, several other United Nations troops will attack our Yanhuang Kingdom. You may not participate in local wars, but you will always come to the decisive battle, right? What if you are not energetic at that time?"

"Hehe, didn't you say that there are two or three days left to fight. Time is tight, and I have to find a way to make the sea god "evolve three times" before the final battle. This is a time when every minute is necessary, so there is no hurry to sleep..." Zhang Mu smiled.

"Is the New World so fun? Brother, I haven't seen you enter this state for a long time." The fat man tilted his head and looked at Zhang Mu.

"What's the state?"

"I can't say what it is," the fat man spread his hands.

"What are fatigue, excitement, joy... To put it bluntly, just two words - enthusiasm! Twelve, your enthusiasm for games is back." The myth hit the sad words, and it hit Zhang Mu's heart.

"Hahahaha! That's right, it's just enthusiasm! I won't feel tired even if I stay overnight for three days and three nights. Okay, I won't talk to you anymore. I've entered the game and just discovered a 'Evil God Temple'. There might be high-risk treasures in it... I plan to knock it out." After that, Zhang Mu sat into the game cabin.

"Damn, you just entered the New World for an afternoon and you put your mind on the 'Wild Treasure House'. Can you settle it?" Myth Sword shouted at Zhang Mu through the small window.

"Have you never heard such a saying? How bold a person is, how rich the land is. Also, timid generals are not allowed to do it, and also, wealth and honor are in danger - hey, I haven't finished speaking yet, why did you close the window?"

"Your brother is crazy." Myth said sadly.

"I think it's too... it's too enthusiastic." The fat man shook his head helplessly.

"Is the New World... so fun..." Mythshu murmured, and looked back at Zhang Mu who had already entered the game.
Chapter completed!