Chapter 200: Shocking

How big is the hatred caused by online games? Zhang Mu didn't want to know at all, but he looked at the four guild members who were involved in the battle space on the screen, and bursts of laughter suddenly came out.

The reinforcements sent by Flying Flying completely ignored the Sorrow Guild and bypassed their heroes to collide with the mythical players. The Sorrow players directly regarded Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Flying Fly

"Oh, look at you, what's the matter? " Zhang Mu smiled strangely. How could he not know what he was laughing at when he heard the mythical wound in his ears? He shrugged his shoulder helplessly and said, "Twelve, there's no way. Myths and Ice Closing have been fighting for many years. The hatred is deeply rooted, so you can laugh at it, haha."

"Hehe, I'm still free, attack without any difference." Zhang Mu looked at the entire battlefield, the vanguard and the middle troops had already fought with the opponent, and the latter unit where Zhang Mu was located was getting closer and closer to the enemy. Who should I find as the target of attack?

It’s boring to fight with too few troops, and too many troops will be very exhausted. Just when Zhang Mu was worried, the only patterned secret words appeared in the dialog box: “Come here, I’m your opponent.”

The fat man who had been staring at Zhang Mu's screen laughed and said, "Ashang, the 'only pattern' we just talked about has come to my brother and even gave him a war book. Hehehehe, it's really the same as you said. Xiaoyang's tone is quite crazy. I'm fucking, I'm your opponent... Who the hell do she think she is?"

Myths hurt the other end, stunned: "The only group of people cherish their wings and generally do not come forward easily. It must be the silkworms who are making trouble behind the scenes. Their targets often target the players with the most attacking value on the other party. And you happen to be the most threatening group battle..."

Zhang Mu did not reply, but immediately left the large army and moved towards the direction of the only pattern. The other party took the initiative to ask for battle and he was reluctant to ask for it.

"Brother (Brother Mu), let me deal with her?" The fat man and Long Gen shouted at the same time.

Zhang Mu smiled gently: "I haven't had a war for a long time, my hands are itchy. Don't fight with me for this opportunity, just watch the battle from the side."

The fat man was a little disappointed, but he immediately regained his smile: "Okay, then let's see how you abuse her, haha!"

Watching Zhang Mu fight is definitely a spiritual enjoyment, and it is even more enjoyable than being in charge!

"Wenwen, don't fight him first, wait for us!" Aya frowned, poked Xiaokai beside him with her arm, and whispered: "Look, Wenwen has started again, and she doesn't obey the command at all."

Xiaokai snorted: "No matter how much she is, it's better to be taught a lesson, otherwise she will never have a memory. Let's go to help her kindly, it will become a burden, fucking it."

"Shh, whisper, don't be heard! Forget it, no matter how much you say, Wenwen is a girl, she is spoiled. This is not the first time anyway, don't be angry." The gentle and long-haired girl sitting next to Xiao Kai persuaded.

Although the conversation between the three of them was small, they were heard in their ears without missing a word. Her gloomy face, and her beautiful face was immediately covered with a layer of frost.

"Wenwen, look at what kind of emotions you are having, we have no bad intentions. We are just afraid that you will be bullied and told you not to underestimate the enemy too much."

"Get out, don't pay attention to me, I can solve my own affairs!"

"..." The emperor picked up his head as usual, and he deserved to be unlucky, but he fell in love with such a daughter. What other ways can he do besides endure it?

The golden retriever man who saw everyone in the studio twitched slightly.

80% of the people on the battlefield were involved in the combat space. At this time, reinforcements from both sides were constantly approaching from their respective rears.

Zhang Mu stopped the One-Star Team on the side of the road, watching the two only members gradually approaching him.

"Since you took the initiative to come to me, then... I'll just wait for it. This is worry-free. At least you can't escape." Zhang Mu grinned and began to detach the cannon fodder team.

Looking at the large army in Zhang Mu's army railing, Fatty and Long Gen shook their heads at the same time. Fatty said in a strange voice: "Brother, you are really perverted. Any clan that seems to become very strong in your hands... I don't know how you are playing with the Ghost Clan."

"What? You look down on the ghost clan." Zhang Mu, who had adjusted his troops, smiled and turned his head away: "If I were the ghost clan, the number of skeleton soldiers now is at least tens of thousands. Think about it, what is the effect of attacking 24 and defending against tens of thousands of skeleton soldiers on people... Hehe, it's still the same old saying, there are no trash races, only trash players!"

"You can't be low-key! Look at you, your tail is overwhelming!" Deng Jie stopped the work in her hand with her arms, and she was also ready to watch the battle.

"How could that be..." Zhang Mu looked at the little girl with a fierce look, but the girl pinched her arm hard.

While everyone was chatting, Yi Wenwen finally trotted over and knocked Zhang Mu into the battle space without saying a word.

Libra appears, with 81% of the twelve-winged angels and 19% of the only pattern.

Zhang Mu's military strength: 800,800 big lizard shooter, 300,700 long-horned evil spirits, 360 royal war vultures, 290 poisonous dragon kings, 160,160 confessional priests, 50 evil god kings, 7 dragonflies, 4 giant lizards, heavy crossbow chariots. (Marching tent: several dragonfly giant lizards, 5 golden horned winged dragons.)

Pattern Strength: 800 Centaur Shooter, 900 Phantom Dancer, 300, 300 Elite Hunter, 400 King of the Ruthless Jungle, 300 Bloody Slaughter, 130 Master Druid, 100 Dark Unisex Horse, 12 King of the Ruthless Jungle, Ammunition Truck.

"Oh, the troops are OK." Zhang Mu sighed lightly. It is not easy to accumulate 6th-level troops to 100 in just these days, and it is really worth his praise.

"I...I...Damn! Are you a human being? Where did you make 1,000 long-horned evil spirits? Are you crazy, are you?" Mythshu looked at Zhang Mu's perverted force and almost used his head to hit the display screen.

The long-horned evil ghost is at least a level 4 military, with a speed of attack and defense, and a good circumference. The reason why people look down on it is mainly because this military has no characteristics. Even so, 1,000 long-horned evil ghosts are enough to kill any unit on the other side in seconds. After all, the number is here. If the attack power of this team of long-horned evil ghosts is converted into skeleton soldiers, then the number of this team of skeleton soldiers is at least 7,000!

One is a 1st-level soldier and the other is a 4th-level soldier. There is no comparison between the two!

Zhang Mu said with anger: "Hey, hey, I've paid a lot of money, okay? The farmers whom my buddy hoarded, the big werewolf, and the troops produced by the Hell clan, all the troops in the field made me transform into evil spirits. In order to collect the 1,000 quantity, even the sharpshooter was taken to commit suicide by me. Well, not only the sharpshooter, but also the newly produced golden bull was killed by me."

(Sharpshooter resents: Forget it, we won’t say anything, beast!)

(Golden Man Bull Tears: I, am I not the soul of the swamp...)

(The evil ghost disdain: The one upstairs is an idiot! Don’t think that you can stare at me and you can’t afford to be a ‘bird’.)

"You crazy..." Myth wounded and helped his forehead, and he was completely convinced.

I know that the skill of using the characteristics of the Evil God King to convert dead troops on the battlefield into evil ghosts is mythical injury, but I am afraid that Zhang Mu would say he was the second, and no one dared to say he was the first. Even the fifth-level army barbarian bull was willing to take it out and commit suicide. Zhang Mu's brain is indeed unmatched by ordinary people.

Zhang Mu continued to complain, "Asan, it's not easy for these evil ghosts to come. The number of evil god kings has not been formed, and they can only resurrect dozens of evil ghosts at a time. In order to protect these evil ghosts, I fight every battle with fear. Alas, it's a pity that the ghost clan's troops belong to the soulless category and cannot be resurrected. If they can also be resurrected into evil ghosts, how great it would be..."

"You little boy is there and you are doing good deeds. I think you have too many high-level troops. I don't know how to ruin it or what?"

"You mean the golden barbarian bull. You only produce 10 pieces every day. Why should you keep them? Can you still pull them out and fight? One barbarian bull can be replaced with two evil ghosts, why don't I change it? No matter what kind of troops must be formed, it will be used in the first place. Barbarian bull is just cannon fodder in the early stage, and the emperor is not in a hurry to eunuch!"

"You are the eunuch!" Mythshu roared angrily.

Zhang Mu touched his chin and snorted: "I won't talk to you, I'm going to start a war."

What made Zhang Mu strange was that as soon as she got involved in the battle space, she pressed the pause button. What exactly did she want to do?

The only studio—

Looking at Zhang Mu's extremely perverted military strength, not only Wenwen, but the entire studio took a breath. His military strength was really exaggerated.

Except for the Big Lizard Warrior, all the others are 4, 5, and 6th-level troops, and all of them have formed a number. This is simply an overwhelming comparison of troops. Even if Wenwen's troops doubled, she might not be able to win the twelve wings.

The Yiwenwen looked at Zhang Mu's troops on the screen in a daze, and her mouth slowly showed an "o" shape. She never dreamed that there would be so many soldiers on the other side. What shocked her the most was not the 1,000 units of evil spirits, but the Poison Dragon King who was close to 300 units and the Confessional Priest of more than 300 units! These are all level 6 troops. How could he gather such a huge number in a short period of time? Can he be harmless when expanding?

"This battle cannot be fought. Wenwen, you surrender." The golden-retriever man patted Wenwen on the shoulder: "Stop being strong, say a few soft words, maybe he will let you go. We are not on the same level as his troops, he is much stronger than us..."

The only pattern is tightly pursed with lips, and my heart is numb.

On the other side—

"Fuck! This twelve-winged angel is so fucking..."

Although he did not participate in this battle, the Temple Old Gun and his confidant brother entered the state of watching the battle at the first time. Every time he saw Zhang Mu, the Old Gun felt a lot of pressure. Others' troops were fighting less and less, while the twelve wings were fighting more and more, which was really not decent.

"Boss, to be honest, we can't afford to offend this guy..." The prince of the Temple shook his head, completely speechless.
Chapter completed!