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    Section 137 Control progress

    In the stronghold, after landing, Mo Ran stepped on the smashed body of the blood giant and asked loudly, "Excuse me, who is the night elf?"

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

    "Well, you are night elves, so these big guys chasing and killing you must be enemies, right?" Mo Ran kicked the corpse under his feet, raised his eyebrows and said: "Exactly, I hate giants!"

    He seemed to recall some unpleasant scenes, his hostility increased, he turned around, stepped on the ground and flew into the air, rushed to a blood giant, tore apart the flesh and blood armor to rescue the trapped night elf, and then began to violently beat the blood giant  giant.

    With a few punches, the blood giant with a height of more than ten meters was smashed into pieces with its head and chest.

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

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

    He nodded reassuringly, and shouted loudly to the escaped night elves: "Stay away, all of you, find a safe place to wait."

    Several rescued night elves were disobedient, and shook their heads, expressing that they wanted to coexist with the stronghold and fight to the death.

    Mo Ran has his own way of dealing with hypocritical monsters, and he cursed calmly: "You want to gain something, don't you? If you shoot an arrow at the giant, I will go to the coach and sue you night elves for taking credit for me! Get out!"

    "Huh yeah yeah??" The night elves were furious when they heard this. They obviously wanted to help but were wronged and robbed of credit. This kind of grievance is unbearable!

    The night elves are united.

    Immediately called all the brothers and sisters to retreat neatly, leaving no excuses for that smelly man.

    Mo Ran naturally doesn't matter.

    As always, be ruthless to the end.

    Feel free to snort and raise your fist to start harvesting the progress of the level.

    Ninety blood giants, the progress of the level can touch 10%.

    Good luck this time.

    Thinking in his mind, Mo Ran jumped up and down wearing it, pulled out night elves from the flesh and blood armor one by one, and knocked down blood giants one by one with ease.

    The night elf queen in the distance could only see a golden light in the stronghold, going up and down, left and right, coming and going, there was no one in the sweeping place, and the blood giants who were originally difficult to fight unexpectedly came one after another without any resistance.  fall down.

    This scene made her mouth wide open.

    When all ninety blood giants were overthrown, it took about fifteen minutes in total.

    Knock down six big guys with a height of more than ten meters every minute on average!

    Mo Ran stood on a high pile of flesh and blood, with his right hand hanging down, thick blood dripping down, his left hand held the water bottle and lifted it up, arrogantly facing the sky and washing his hair with healthy water, it was so cool that it exploded.

    The water bottle was half-drinked, half-washed and emptied.

    Throwing it on the ground in a non-civilized manner, he shook his wet hair and asked loudly, "Who else?!"

    The 30 or so night elves surviving in the rear pointed to the position of the queen in front of the stronghold and chirped: "There is still there! There is a strange person over there!"

    Mo Ran was slightly taken aback.

    Originally, he just wanted to be cool and ask casually.

    I didn't expect there to be enemies.

    He secretly sighed, comforting himself that he should exercise his body, and silently climbed down the pile of flesh and blood and ran out of the stronghold.

    The blood mist around the night elf queen rolled.

    The figure inside burped when he saw that the blood giant had no strength to fight back, and wanted to run away due to lack of confidence.

    The night elf queen's magic power was exhausted, and her vitality was overdrawn by using the moonlight in a large area. At this moment, she wanted to intercept but had no energy left. She struggled to get up and fell down. She could only watch the figure go away with a strange smile.

    Mo Ran, who rushed to the front, saw a little girl lying on the ground, and there was a figure running farther and farther away, and it was obviously not in the direction of the stronghold.

    Don't ask good guys and bad guys at all, call the aircraft to retrieve a big black box.

    When I opened the box, it turned out to be a heavy sniper rifle more than two meters long!  !

    "Run?" Mo Ran set up his sniper rifle to aim at the figure, sneered at the corner of his mouth, and pulled the trigger with his finger.

    "Boom!"

    The sound of this sniper rifle is almost like a cannon.

    A huge bullet that could tear apart the air flew across the sky and hit the target accurately.

    And it wasn't until the body was blasted in half by bullets that the figure realized that someone was actually attacking him.

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

     The figure turned his head with difficulty and looked backward.

    Not Dabs.

    Even at such a distance, the figure can be sure that the person who attacked him was not Dabs.

    A second later, he heard a roar that floated slowly.

    The figure closed its eyes desolately.

    The last thought before dying is:

    'I didn't expect that besides Dabs, there would be such a strong master in mainland China. It's a shame that I knew I wouldn't betray.  .  '

    Mo Ran on the other side slowly put away the prop sniper rifle produced by the World Tower in his hand, but what he thought in his heart was:

    'Wang Min is indeed right, sometimes it is really cool to use a gun.  '

    He took two steps to the side and patted the night elf queen and asked, "Are you all right? Who are you?"

    Just when the shot was fired, the huge air wave knocked the queen who was too close, and the weak little girl passed out directly.

    However, this question does not need to be answered by the queen herself.

    The night elves who caught up from behind had hurriedly carried their queen back to the stronghold to heal her wounds.

    Mo Ran found that he had nothing to do for a while, and glanced at the progress of the aircraft boredly, and was surprised to see that the guy he killed with a gun actually contributed a full 5 points!

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

    Not too bloody, he slapped the figure's face full of sores and shouted loudly: "Don't die first, hey, do you have any brothers, sisters, brothers, classmates, friends, etc.?"

    The figure did not answer.

    Already dead.

    Mo Ran's heart was full of sadness, and said to control the progress, there is not even a ghost here, control the progress of the wool?  !

    About the same time.

    On the other side, Wang Wen and Zhu Xingguo looked at a man-made gully stretching tens of kilometers in front of them with sad faces.

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

    Specially ran to Xu Yuanwai's battlefield to quietly glance at the progress of the half-human creature.

    Not too much, 0.01 per head.

    Killing a hundred heads can add 1 point to progress.

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

    But right now, with this tens of kilometers long trap, they foolishly stated that the target is 100,000 half-human tall creatures on the main battlefield!

    This number made Wang Wen dare not intervene in the slightest.

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

    What if he and Zhu Xingguo helped complete the trap ahead of time, and then all the creatures killed by the trap were counted on them?

    Let alone one hundred thousand heads.

    As long as one tenth of it is over, the magician's scroll for making the god's stone is still there!  If the progress is full and the level is cleared, so much tossing from beginning to end is wasted, not to mention a lot of tower climbing time.

    Bleeding!

    But if you don't help to make the trap, the great magician won't be able to get away, and you won't start making the scroll until the trap takes effect five days later.

    Is it necessary to stay on this floor and stop the process of climbing the tower?

    Is the value of a shock-absorbing stone enough for me to make such a big sacrifice?

    Wang Wen was in a dilemma.

    Zhu Xingguo was embarrassed when he saw his master was in a dilemma.

    Even if he didn't know what he was worried about, it didn't prevent him from staring at the gully with Wang Wen in a daze.
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