Chapter 352 Dimension Anchor!
"Southern Empire..."
Marquis Morse gritted his teeth.
"That brat actually had the heart to send a master-level warrior to deal with me... Wait, that's not right, you're not a master-level warrior, how is that possible? How could a non-master-level warrior be so strong!"
Marquis Morse seemed to have discovered something and said in disbelief.
"ignorance."
The warrior, holding a shoulder-high wooden stick and wearing tight clothes, with a tough face, spoke directly.
"Morse, I am now depriving you of your title of marquis for treason and high treason! I am depriving the Morse family of their hereditary title of marquis and demoting them to a commoner!"
"It's useless, it's useless, you are not a master, I don't know how you can burst out with such strong fighting power.
But one thing is beyond doubt, every bit of strength comes with a price. I said, how dare the Southern Empire send a master warrior to this area? He doesn't dare, and neither do you."
The tone of Marquis Morse seemed to relax a little.
"Southern Empire, Mo Lan, and you projectors!"
President: ???
They seemed to be able to hear from his tone that he was looking around, as if they could see him watching everyone and remembering everyone.
"I lost today, but you can't kill me. When I come back again, I will repay you well."
Marquis Morse's words made everyone frown.
A centipede is dead but its body is still stiff. If it gets away, it will be a very annoying thing.
Revenge is secondary. The main thing is that you can't kill them, and then you come to harass them from time to time to show your presence, which is very disgusting.
The voice of Marquis Morse sounded again, this time speaking to the warrior.
"Do you know why I judged that you are not a master fighter?
Because you can't truly merge with the world, you can't influence space, and you can't stop me from leaving!"
As soon as the words fell, everyone understood that Marquis Morse might use the space spell scroll to escape.
At that time, Hott had a teleportation scroll, and Viscount Larsen of Red Maple City had a random teleportation scroll, not to mention the ruler of a country, the powerful Marquis Morse.
The teleportation scroll used to dodge the elemental cannon before was probably just one of them.
At this moment, a space fluctuation was heard. Everyone looked over and saw the warrior tearing a spell scroll.
"Dimensional Anchor!"
The space became stable in an instant. It was obvious that the warrior was well prepared.
"Dimension Anchor, the preparations are indeed sufficient, but unfortunately... it's still not enough!"
Marquis Morse didn't care and wasn't even in a hurry to leave.
"My means are beyond your ability. One dimensional anchor is not enough."
Everyone's heart sank gradually, and at this time another space fluctuation was heard. Everyone turned their heads and saw Errol silently activating five spell scrolls.
Five...dimensional anchors!
"One dimensional anchor is not enough, how about five, Lord Marquis?"
For a moment, the scene became extremely quiet, and Marquis Morse stopped talking.
"If I'm not mistaken, the Marquis should rely on the teleportation technique he obtained from the little devil's altar, right?
Unfortunately, although the dimensional anchor is only a six-ring spell, the nature of this spell is very special. As long as it is released, it can continuously enhance the strength of space.
The six dimensional anchors in a small area cannot be used even with the seven-ring interdimensional teleportation technique that can teleport across boundaries."
"Er...rol."
Marquis Morse murmured word by word, and Errol smiled when he heard it.
“I actually really like what the Projector said: Even a clay figure can have temper.
In the past, the Marquis was very powerful, and I could only endure my anger again and again. I had to draw dimensional anchors to suppress it. I drew one every time I endured it, and one every time I wanted to kill you. In a blink of an eye, I drew five.
I thought I would pass it on to future generations, but I didn't expect to have the opportunity today. My Lord Marquis, I'm sorry.
Today I will use these five Dimension Anchor Spell Scrolls to send the Marquis off. I wish the Marquis a safe journey. "
boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, a war broke out instantly. The suspected master-level warriors and chariots that could unleash the power of super six-ring spells became the main output.
Many mage groups sent by the surrounding player guilds arrived one after another. Perhaps there was not a single mage group of one hundred people among the players, but a mage group of sixty people could produce one hundred.
The sixty-man mage corps has reached the threshold of the third-ring mage corps. As the gatekeepers of the third-ring mage corps, they can already unleash the power of fifth-ring spells.
One or two fifth-ring spells might not be a big deal, but when more than a hundred fifth-ring spells are bombarded in turn, even a fourth-level knight order would find it a bit too much to handle.
It's not that it can't be stopped, it's just that it can't afford the consumption. And every time it tries to break out, the suspected master-level warrior will suppress it back.
There is also Mo Lan's chariot, and its elemental cannons one after another can also cause him severe damage.
The fourth-order Silver Knights seemed to be able to connect heaven and earth to restore themselves. Even in high-intensity battles, they could retain their strength and prolong the battle. This battle lasted until the evening.
During the period, after the Silver Knights incurred huge losses, a warrior who was suspected to be a master-level warrior withdrew halfway. Fortunately, at that time, tens of thousands of player mages had used stone wall magic to build a circular steep mountain for him, and cooperated with the mage corps and chariots to suppress him and prevent him from escaping.
The reduction in combat intensity is also one of the reasons why the Silver Knights have been able to hold out for so long.
Finally, under the glow of the orange-red sunset, Mo Lan's elemental cannon became the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely defeating the Silver Giant Wolf and causing heavy casualties among the Silver Knights.
Marquis Morse also died on the spot in this elemental cannon.
"Finally dead."
Mo Lan and the president next to him looked at each other, breathed a sigh of relief, and said in unison.
"Hey, which guild are you from? I still don't know what guild you are from after all this time."
"We are from the Shanhai Guild, my name is Qin Ding."
"Love is separated by mountains and seas, but mountains and seas cannot be leveled?"
"Oh no, the mountains and seas in the Classic of Mountains and Seas. We are planning to write another Classic of Mountains and Seas."
"Hahaha, okay, I'm Mo Lan, nice to meet you."
"Hey, Mo Shen, how could I not know him? If you have time, come to our guild for dinner. The food we eat is definitely something you have never seen before."
"Then I will really come to eat here someday, but let's talk about it next time. Let's finish this business first.
Now that Morse is dead, the entire kingdom has to be rebuilt.
If what Morse said is true, this area used to be very chaotic.
Then in the hands of us players, it can’t be worse than in the hands of Morse or the nobles, right?”
"Indeed, some are busy."
Mo Lan and Qin Ding stepped forward together, looked at the Silver Knights lying on the ground, waved their hands, and many players came on the field to tie them up.
They still wanted to resist, but their injuries and weakened bodies did not allow them to do so.
At this moment, Mo Lan saw the actions of the leader of the Silver Knights and his face suddenly changed.
"not good!"
