Chapter 126 I dismantle 4, you dismantle 1

"After receiving a considerable amount of tips, the tavern owner whispered, 'There is a witch's hut in the southwest. If you are willing to help me 'greet' the witch who lives there, I would like to give you '...'."

"Ouch! No way!" Zhang Mu looked at the hidden tasks that emerged from the pub and couldn't laugh or cry. He just wanted to find out the power distribution of the players on this map from the pub. Who would have thought that this damn level 1 pub owner would have another task?

To be honest, Zhang Mu really doesn't take the pub task seriously. It's not because he thinks that the rewards given by the pub task are not good, but that he is too busy every day. In addition to playing resources under the strategic map, he also has to return to the RPG map from time to time to help people pass the 2-turn task. Since he killed the ugly cow, he has confirmed that he is After the hegemony of the third-order map, he came back for the first time in the pub.

"God bless the lazy!" Zhang Mu nibbled the bread and controlled the Meng steel plate to rush out of the city. Two days of troops were also added to the army column. In order to ensure that the town would not be disturbed by the guerrillas or local warlords, he also specially asked the deputy hero to run this way from the second-order map one hundred and eight thousand miles away. Of course, the third-order map was just produced by the swamp city. Dragon flies and big lizard shooters still need to be recruited by the way. As for the unupgraded arms of 'Bing Bulls', they don't even have the signature 'Grying', so they have to put them in the city to hoard the quantity first. No matter how strong the special surname and surrounding of the arms are, it is a dead word to fight before a certain number is hoarded.

Looking at the limited time of the task, Zhang Mu did not hesitate and ran to the southwest.

(There are three types of pub tasks: treasure hunting, monster killing, and people hunting. The reward for tasks with time limits is higher than that of ordinary tasks.) After walking for half an hour, suddenly a player's secret chat entered the dialog box: "Oh, Brother Twelve Wings, are you here too? Wow, that's a strong force!"

Zhang Mu looked at the player's game ID and immediately laughed. Isn't this the 'always calm' who advertised for himself with button elves? Has this boy also entered the fourth-order map?

"Haha! It turned out to be you, shit!" Zhang Mu laughed.

Always smiled and scolded calmly: "Damn it, don't call it shit, it's terrible. Brother Twelfth, can you do me a favor? I've been suppressed in the past few days, and all the soldiers have died. Can you help me destroy the temple arrogance in my town? Don't worry, his soldiers have fought with me, and the number of arms of each rank will never exceed 300.

"Oh, then I'll call you 'eggs', sign the Class A covenant, and share the map." Without knowing the specific strength of the enemy, Zhang Mu did not rashly agree to his request.

A After one month of signing, the surrounding black fog of war gradually faded and disappeared. A known field appeared. In this field, there are three towns, one neutral swamp town, and two player towns, not far from the orc town of shit. Sure enough, there is a holy town, right Click the key in, as the shit egg said, there are no sharpshooters, no shield infantry, but there are a number of unknown crusader swordsmen and unupgraded griffins.

Shit eggs are even more unlucky. There are only two arms, 'Ctender Shooter' and 'G gobrim Warrior'.

"It's really miserable, you unlucky guy, won't you play games and find some friends together?" Zhang Mu moved up along the road. Taking your life while you are sick is a constant topic for heroes. Not to mention that this is still a temple that has a grudge against him. Even for other players he doesn't know, Zhang Mu will still trample him.

To be kind to the enemy is to be cruel to yourself.

Shit threw a crying expression: "I'm a standard 'dead otaku', how can I have any friends... Oh, I signed an A alliance with a guy on the third-order map, but the next day he was beaten back to the first level by the town and heroes... I entered the fourth-order map to escape..."

"All right, all right, don't complain. I'll demolish the building of the temple town 4, and you demolish 1. How about that?" Zhang Mu asked with a smile.

"Os, I don't mind if you dismantle it all! The main purpose is to vent the evil spirit in my heart!" Shit nodded immediately.

Zhang Mu laughed and said, "Then I'll tear it all down..."

"Don't, twelfth brother, you can't be too thick and black, keep one, keep one." Shit is in a hurry.

At about 1 p.m., Zhang Mu returned to the game after lunch and successfully received the proud town of the temple. He only lost 50 marksman and a few shield infantry in the whole battle.

This temple pride has a total of more than 300 troops, 150 guilders, 130 elite crusaders, and 30 griffins. To put it bluntly, this thing is not enough to stretch your teeth. Another important reason is that the proud force of the temple is hosted by a computer.

"Twelfth brother, I will follow you in the future... What a motherly strong, what kind of hero do you use? Also, isn't the golden bull a member of the swamp clan? Why do you have so many..." To put it bluntly, he is just an ordinary hero rookie. When have you ever seen such a luxurious battle? There is a ghost if you are not surprised.

After Zhang Mu skillfully demolished high-resource buildings such as 'The Griffin Castle', retreated from the town, ran to the southwest, and replied, "Well, it's a military secret. Go and dismantle it. The highest resource should be his level 3 cross barracks.

"Hey hey hey hey, that's good, I won't ask! How cool! Thank you, twelfth brother!"

"You're welcome. I'm also good, aren't I?"

**** "Congratulations to the boss for being qualified for the promotion of the event!" The temple is proud to toast with a beer glass at this time. He is a 26- or 7-year-old young man. He is a little fierce, 1.75 tall, and a strong figure.

"Haha, come on, cheers!" The old gun touched everyone one by one in a good mood. The 13 people at the dinner table were all 'old comrades-in-arms' who had been with him for many years. Although they had different occupations and surnames, they gathered them together because of online games. In contrast, they are much happier than alone.

"K kill the twelve wings and win the 500,000 bonus!" The prince patted the table and shouted.

"Haha!" The old gun laughed wildly. He twisted his right arm and hummed, "My purpose is the 500,000 dollars. When it really comes to the finals, I rely on my own strength and work. The command of the twelve wings is really good, and the number of 5th-order war vultures is also very scary, but he also has fatal defects.

"What are the shortcomings?" The young man beside him asked.

"Hahahaha, he doesn't have a long-range firepower output! In the melee, you can get a lot of military achievements by protecting the long-range firepower. You don't even have this common sense, do you? The old gun took a sip of beer proudly. When it comes to the firepower output at the beginning of the game, which arm is better than the 'eruid hunter' of the forest clan?

Elite Hunter: Forest level 3 hidden arms, very powerful long-range arms, is a nightmare for all slow and medium-speed soldiers! Special surname: double shot.

"Don't be crazy about me... I'm just a legend..." (mobile phone ringtone) "Hello?" The temple answered the phone with a smile.

(to be continued)