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In the stronghold, Mo Ran, who landed on the ground, stepped on the broken blood giant's corpse and asked loudly: "I'm sorry who is the night elf?"

Not far away, several night elves who were originally hunted by these two blood giants responded happily: "We are, are you reinforcements sent by the coalition forces?"

"Well, you are night elves, then these big guys who are chasing you must be enemies, right?" Mo Ran kicked the corpse under his feet and raised his eyebrows and said, "It just so happens that I hate giants!"

He seemed to recall some unpleasant scenes, his anger worsened, and he turned around and stepped on the ground and soared into the air, rushing to a blood giant. [Dharma Hand] pulled the flesh and blood armor to rescue the trapped night elf, and then began to beat the blood giant.

Within a few punches, the blood giant more than ten meters tall was smashed into minced meat with his head and chest.

Together with the two blood giants that have just been eliminated, the level progress has increased by 0.3 in total.

Mo Ran counted the blood giants present, and there were about ninety.

He nodded with confidence and shouted loudly to the escaped night elves: "You all retreat and find a safe place to wait."

Several rescued night elves were disobedient and shook their heads to show that they would live and fight to the end with the stronghold.

Mo Ran had his own way of dealing with pretentious monsters, and cursed calmly, "I want to get the benefits, right? If you shoot a giant, I will go to the coach to sue you night elves for me to get my credit! Get out!"

"Hey Yeah Yeah Yeah?" The night elves were furious when they heard this. They obviously wanted to help but were wrongly accused of robbing the credit. They could not bear such grievances!

The night elves are united.

Immediately, all the brothers and sisters called back neatly, leaving no excuse for the stinky man.

It doesn't matter.

As cold as ever.

He snorted casually and waved his fist and started to harvest the progress of the level.

Ninety Blood Giants, the level progress can reach 10%.

This trip is pretty good.

Mo Ran thought in his mind, jumping up and down with [Dharma Hand], pulling out night elves from the flesh and blood armor, and easily knocking down blood giants.

The night elf queen in the distance only saw a golden light in the stronghold, rising and falling, left and right, coming and going, and there was no general in the sweeping place. The originally difficult blood giant fell down one after another without any resistance.

This scene shocked her mouth.

It took only about fifteen minutes to pass all ninety blood giants.

On average, six big guys who are more than ten meters tall per minute!

Mo Ran stood on a high pile of flesh and blood, wearing the [Dharma Hand], and his right hand was hanging down, and thick blood fell down drop by drop. He held the water bottle with his left hand, arrogantly shining his hair with healthy water with his hair, so cool that it exploded.

Drink half-wash the water bottle and pour it into pieces.

He threw it on the ground without any civility. He shook his wet hair and shouted loudly: "Who else?!"

More than thirty night elves surviving in the rear pointed to the location of the queen in front of the stronghold and chattered: "There is also there! There is a weird guy over there!"

Mo Ran was slightly stunned.

He was just trying to be handsome and ask casually.

I didn't expect there was an enemy.

He sighed secretly, comforted himself as exercise, and silently climbed down the pile of flesh and blood and ran out of the stronghold.

The blood mist rolled around the Night Elf Queen.

The figure inside saw that the blood giant was basically unable to fight back and wanted to escape.

The Night Elf Queen was exhausted from magic power, and she used a large range of moonlight to overdraw her vitality. At this moment, she wanted to intercept her but she was not strong enough. She struggled to get up and fell down again. She could only watch the figure and smiled strangely and left.

Mo Ran, who was approaching, saw a little girl lying on the ground. A figure ran farther and farther away, and it was obviously not heading towards the stronghold.

He didn't ask good people or bad people at all, so he called the aircraft to retrieve a big black box.

When I opened the box, I found a heavy sniper rifle that was more than two meters long!!

"Run?" Mo Ran set up a sniper rifle and aimed at the figure, sneered at the corner of his mouth, and pulled the trigger with his fingers.

"boom!"

The sound of this sniper rifle is like a cannon.

A huge bullet that even the air torn apart cut across the world and hit the target accurately.

It was not until the body was shot in half by a bullet that the figure discovered that someone was attacking him.

At such a long distance, the opponent's attack came quietly and instantly. Who was it? Dabs is here?

The figure turned his head and looked back with difficulty.

Not Dabs.

Even if it was so far away, the figure could be sure that the person who attacked him was not Dabbs.

A second later, he heard a roar coming slowly.

The figure closed his eyes dejectedly.

The last thought before death is:

‘I didn’t expect that in addition to Dabs, there are such a strong master in the mainland. I would have known that I wouldn’t betray him, it would be a loss.’

On the other side, Mo Ran slowly put away the prop sniper rifle produced by the World Tower in his hand, but he was thinking:

‘Wang Wen is indeed right. Sometimes it’s really good to use a gun.’

He walked two steps to the side and slapped the night elf queen and asked, "Are you okay? Who are you?"

When the shot was just now, the huge wave of air caused the queen who was too close to her, and the already weak girl fainted.

However, this question does not need to be answered by the Queen himself.

The night elves who caught up in the back were already carrying their queen back to the stronghold to heal.

Mo Ran found that he had nothing to do for a moment, so he glanced at the progress of the aircraft bored and was surprised to see that the guy who was killed by him had contributed a full 5 points!

He was shocked and quickly ran to the place where the figure fell.

He didn't bother with the bloody ground, and slapped the figure's face full of rotten sores and shouted loudly: "Don't die first, hey, do you have any brothers, sisters, elder brothers, classmates, and accomplices?"

The figure did not answer.

He had already died thoroughly.

Mo Ran felt sad in his heart, saying that he would control the progress, there was not even a ghost here, so how could he control the progress of the yarn?!

At about the same time.

Wang Wen and Zhu Xingguo on the other end looked at a dozen kilometers of artificial ravines that were crossing in front of them with a frown.

Not long ago, Wang Wen learned about the target target of the trap based on the description of the person in charge of the trap.

He ran to Xu Yuanwai's battlefield and quietly glanced at the progress of the half-human high creature.

Not too much, 0.01 per end.

Killing 100 heads can add 1 point of progress.

In other words, you can pass the level by killing 10,000 heads.

But at present, they have been tricked by this trap that is dozens of kilometers long, saying that their target is a hundred thousand half-human high creatures on the main battlefield!

This number made Wang Wen dare not interfere at all.

He didn't know how the aircraft would calculate the trap effect.

What if he and Zhu Xingguo help complete the trap in advance, and then all the creatures killed by the trap are counted on them?

Let alone hundreds of thousands of heads.

It's only one tenth of it, and the Great Magician's magic stone production scroll has no shadow yet! If you pass the level with full progress, it will be useless to make so much trouble from beginning to end, and it will also waste a lot of time climbing the tower.

Loss and bleeding!

But if you don't help with the trap, the great magician will not be able to get rid of it. You have to wait five days before the trap takes effect before starting to make the scroll.

Should we force ourselves to stay on this level to stop the tower climbing process?

Is a shocking and sucking stone worth enough to make such a great sacrifice for yourself?

Wang Wen was in a dilemma.

Zhu Xingguo felt embarrassed when he saw his master’s embarrassment.
Chapter completed!