Chapter 345 Ineffective Threat
"Three to one, Errol, is there any need to continue the fifth game?"
Mo Lan said lightly that the great elder whose arms were cut off under the claws of the bone wolf was carried back , and then they cast a spell to reconnect the broken arms.
Errol's face looked a little gray and depressed.
“Let’s not compare anymore. You are indeed a genius. I am far inferior to you, but you are so proud of yourself just because you are at the sixth level.
I hope to have the opportunity to communicate with you in the future. ”
Mo Lan smiled when he heard that.
"The Mage Association is located on a lake in the mountains north of Red Maple City. You are always welcome to come over. We can communicate and learn from each other."
Errol was quite surprised and slightly touched to see that Mo Lan did not act like a proud winner, but instead put him on the same level.
At this moment he suddenly realized that he did not have any mortal feud with Mo Lan and the Magic Association. When he went to the Magic Association, they were the ones who bullied him. Everything was just due to his greed and jealousy. It was ridiculous.
After realizing this , Errol's eyes showed a bit more relief and he bowed slightly.
“Then please don’t find me annoying, President Mo. I will be staying at the Mage Association for a while.
The reserved spell models of level 6 and below will be brought to President Mo in due time, and we can also exchange ideas on those above level 6.”
Mo Lan was slightly surprised by Errol's sudden change in attitude, but he didn't take it seriously. It was just because he was stronger than him. If a strong person showed equality with him, it was the greatest respect for him.
Mo Lan was also happy to see Errol's change of attitude. Why not have more friends and like-minded people? Anyway, there is no mortal hatred between them, and the players cannot die. It is also nice to meet and laugh away the grudges.
"You are most welcome ."
Mo Lan's victory and the Mage Association's victory triggered cheers among the players, and the mages from the Royal Capital Association did not have much objection to Errol's words. They were chatting happily, but the face of another person next to them became more and more gloomy.
"Errol, the Mage Association's reserves are not just the Association's reserves, but also the Morse family's reserves, and the Morse Kingdom's reserves.
You gave them to someone else, did I agree?"
Errol's face froze, his smile gradually disappeared, and he even became a little gloomy.
But Marquis Morse ignored him and turned to look at Mo Lan.
"Mo Lan, what do you think? Move the Mage Association here. Don't mention the spell models below level six. These are all yours.
You will also become my most trusted retainer, enjoying the glory of nobility and the glory of the Morse family."
The whole scene suddenly became dead silent, and everyone looked towards Mo Lan fiercely. But after a brief moment of daze, the players in the audience and the live broadcast room suddenly burst into laughter.
It's not that he hopes Mo Lan will get into trouble, nor does he have any ill will. He just wants to gloat over his misfortune and enjoy the fun, and he doesn't mind watching the fun.
It's just a game anyway, so naturally I like to watch the fun, especially when it comes from big shots.
As a result, there was a sudden carnival on the forum, and the popularity related to Mo Lan soared.
And now, Mo Lan looked at Marquis Morse and smiled.
"Lord Marquis Morse, why bother? I am just a small projector."
"Are you rejecting me?"
Marquis Morse spoke slowly with a gloomy expression on his face.
“You can think of it that way.”
"What about now?"
Marquis Morse stared at Mo Lan, and at this moment a warrior next to him had an extra person in his hand, a child, a player.
Lu Zhouhao!
Seeing this, Mo Lan still had a smile on his face and looked at Marquis Morse indifferently.
"You and he should be very close, right? You pamper him so much, take him to see the world, and train him. Is he worth your consideration?
I advise you not to think about saving him. The one who captured him is a Six-ring Warrior. His destructive power and combat power may not be as good as your mages, but his movement speed, hiding ability and close combat ability are beyond your reach. You can't save him in his hands."
Marquis Morse said this with a smile, but there was no trace of happiness in his smile, which made people feel cold.
"Are you trying to use him to threaten me? It's useless. Don't be naive. He is also a projector. He is also an immortal being."
“So what if they are projectors? Projectors are indeed immortal.
But I just need not kill him. After all, the projection is connected to the original body. You adults may not care, but what about this child?
I didn't kill him. I locked him up in a water dungeon, where I couldn't keep him from seeing the sun. I cut off a piece of his flesh every day, and I bit him with snakes and ants every day.
I tried all kinds of cruel punishments on him. Maybe he won't die, but can this kind of mental damage be transmitted to his body and cause him to have a mental breakdown?
You know, sometimes death is not the most terrible thing, but a life worse than death is. "
Mo Lan looked at Marquis Morse quietly. The smile on his face gradually disappeared and he looked at him expressionlessly.
"Morse, why do you think I dared to bring him out? Don't I know that this is a life-or-death situation?
Don't I know that he is a weakness? Have you ever thought about this? Have you ever thought about this? "
Mo Lan let out an inexplicable sigh, opened the system page, found the youth anti-addiction mode, and clicked to force log off.
"You know nothing about the Projectors. Let's fight."
Mo Lan turned around and boarded the chariot, and a trace of anger flashed in Marquis Morse's eyes, but at this moment he suddenly realized that something was wrong with Lu Zhouhao, and his face suddenly changed.
"Sir, this projector seems to be asleep. His body has no injuries and is full of vitality, but he cannot be awakened."
"I'll be put in a dungeon, and have someone watch me. When I wake up, I'll be given the most cruel punishment.
And now, come on, gather the knights, I want chariots, I want them dead!"
"yes!"
As soon as he finished speaking, soldiers rushed forward one after another. There were nearly ten of them, and they were all level six fighters!
This is terrifying strength, and this is only a part of Marquis Morse's guard. The rest are still by Marquis Morse's side protecting him, which shows his strength.
But when they all rushed to the front of the chariot, they found that they had no idea where to start. The door could not be opened and was completely locked. With no other choice, they had to aim at the door, raised their long swords, gathered their fighting spirit, and chopped it down fiercely.
The knife flashed, leaving a half-centimeter-deep scratch on the chariot door. A faint golden light flashed in the scratch. It was the real black steel with golden patterns that was used to cast the chariot body!
All elemental metals? ! !
When Marquis Morse saw this, his pupils suddenly shrank. He looked at the huge chariot in horror, and the greed in his heart could hardly be suppressed.
However, at this moment, the two pillars in the middle of the chariot slowly fell down, fixing the chariot firmly to the ground.
After it was fixed, many soldiers who were scraping the tank suddenly found that the tank window was quietly opened.
A hand quietly reached out from inside, threw a golden fireball the size of a basketball out, then retracted the hand and closed the window, all in one go.
Only the golden fireball slowly fell down...
