Chapter 192 Sad Anger

Looking at Zhang Mu and others who were getting closer and closer to their own towns, a trace of cold sweat oozed from the kind forehead of their left hand. At this time, they were only one step away from the 'sad place' guild town group.

This is a race against time!

"Big boss, I'll use the free card... I don't know if I can top it for a while." A little brother suddenly said.

Use the war-free card? It's not that they haven't thought about the kindness of the left hand, but they have a total of nearly 40 towns, but there are only 5 war-free cards in their hands. Now it's too late to collect them. Who should I give it to? Everyone entered the level 5 map at the same time, and everyone's town development is almost the same. And what should I do about the sequelae of using the war-free card?

The player who spoke before was stunned: "The sequelae?"

The left hand nodded kindly: "There are three major sequelae of using the free card. First, the player can't attack any town for 1 hour. Second, it is impossible to use the 'bronze-free card' continuously, and the cooling time takes 30 seconds. Third, after using the war-free card, the town cannot be relocated within 24 hours.

"Well, let's hit the monster back to the city to defend!" Another little brother proposed, but it was still rejected by the kindness of the left hand.

"What about hitting monsters back to the city? Don't say that there are no monsters on the map for us now. Even if there are, what's the point of going back? Can you guarantee that you can keep it? The left hand hummed kindly, "Don't do those useless things. Just give the town to them. Anyway, we won't lose a lot."

"It won't be a loss?" Everyone asked in one voice.

"Listen to me explain to you slowly." The left hand said kindly and slowly, "The number of urban agglomerations in the sad land is 2 to 3 times that of ours. All their buildings have been demolished, and the resources obtained can be used to make up for the loss of urban buildings. As for the strategic treasures in the town that have not been removed... it's your own bad luck. Don't think about using the war-free card. This is a double-edged sword, especially the one that has not been upgraded..." After a pause, his left hand was kind and laughed again: "This game is about big fish eating small fish, small fish eating shrimp, shrimp eating mud... Twelve wings are big fish, we are small fish, and sadness is shrimp, hehe. The second advantage is that on the surface, it seems that we are at a loss, but in fact, it is a great advantage. At least we don't have to live under their peeps every day, right? Our development space is much larger than before. It's not that you haven't experienced the feeling of being tied up. It's not more uncomfortable than death.

After listening to the kind explanation of the left hand, everyone was immediately relieved. He was worthy of being a military division-level boss known for his brain. The advantages and disadvantages of the two sides could be quickly straightened out, but they were still a little unhappy and sent so many towns to Zhang Mu for nothing... "Playing strategic surnamed games is like playing chess. There is such a trick in chess. It's called 'Lost Pawn to protect the car', and now we happen to take this move. You still have a lot to learn. Don't think it's great to cheat a point card or an account..." He picked up his head with his left hand and hummed in a low voice: "Be arrogant, be arrogant for a while, wait for the 'only' them to come, and you will suffer, damn twelve wings..."

****Twelve Studio - Zhang Mu followed the mythical injury and crashed into the Shengtang combination town in the town group. The farmers in units of 1 and 1 are stationed in the city wall of the Shengtang, with a total of ten teams.

No matter how many sub-city the town is composed of, in the absence of heroes, the maximum number of troops that can be used to defend the city is always only 10.

Zhang Mu had long expected that this would happen. After the war, his sharpshooter was first shot to the ground, and the big lizard warriors divided into 10 teams were one by one, and they never failed to deal with all the defenders. The other party was all farmers... Successfully received the town!

Nearly 40 towns, if Zhang Mu is demolished alone, the income is quite considerable, but at present, it must be scored into 8 parts, and it is also the kind of quick hands. In other way, on average, 25 buildings can be demolished per person.

"Wow, it seems that the other party has found a larger town group, otherwise they can't let the town be demolished and ignore it." Zhang Mu looked at the 'God-given feet' in the hero's backpack and sighed.

In half an hour, Zhang Mu's group of people got more resources than playing in the maze for three days and three nights.

Looking at the 4-digit resources and 6-digit gold coins at the bottom of the screen, Zhang Mu smiled and began to build a level 1 magic tower in the ghost town and build a level 3 magic tower in the sanctuary town.

The thrilling battle scene with the ghost messenger is still vivid. If he had strong control magic at that time, he would definitely have reduced the damage of the force.

Hero Invincible is such a game. Strong troops and famous generals are far from enough. Magic accounts for at least 30% of the whole game. The later the game, the more the power of magic can be reflected.

"Since I entered the game, I have never been so happy... A lot of resources and gold coins, hahahaha!" Mythical sadness bursts with laughter. Since Zhang Mu moved to this fifth-level map, although his troops have not been saved much, the construction facilities and levels in the town have been directly improved a lot, which is of great help to his future development.

Zhang Mu has no special feelings about this. He has no soldiers now. If there are soldiers, he really wants to chase the guys in the evil shelter and tear down their newly occupied towns. This hatred has nothing to do with it. It's just the simple aggressive surname shown by Zhang Mu when playing games.

"Wow, the town has been occupied, and finally there is no worries. So, in two days, shall we download the copy of the 'Lost Continent' first? Or should I download this ' puppet kingdom' first?

A copy of the world called the ' puppet kingdom' by Zhang Mu is standing alone not far from the evil town.

"There are arms fashions on one side, and massive resources on the other side. You can discuss and let me know when you get the results."

"How difficult are the two copies?" No sheep asked.

"It's almost the same. Maybe the 'lost continent' is higher." Zhang Mu said one by one.

"It's still a resource. The icing on the cake of arms fashion is dispensable." As soon as the mythical injury made a statement, everyone nodded one after another.

"All right, it's a lost continent! Ah, you can just use this town group to relocate your brothers. Zhang Mu smiled and said, "Don't forget what you promised me. Only eight of us know how to play the copy... You can't say it to anyone, even if he is your best brother."

"I understand, I will keep silent until you agree." The myth nodded.

Everyone patted their horses and walked back. Zhang Muruo glanced thoughtfully at the top of the map shrouded in the fog of war. He understood the truth of the poor bandit. Since the people in the evil shelter are very sensical and out of their horizons, let them develop. Anyway, they will meet again sooner or later. There is no need to rush for a while.

**** "This battle is really depressing! After such a long journey, I didn't make any money... No, I lost hundreds of resources. An evil little brother scratched on the side, and the kind left hand smiled and scolded, "Os, you're content. We should laugh. Don't be cheap and be good."

"Hey hey, that's it, that's it." The little brother stretched his arm and said with a smile, "Next, it's time for us to play well. The group of Twelve Wings seems to be in the mood to catch up with us."

The kindness of the left hand regained its face and said slowly, "We can't relax our vigilance. We need to speed up the pace of expansion. Although the Twelve Wings are fighting alone, they are seriously short of manpower. They will not provoke us in the short term, and they dare not provoke us. But there are mythical injuries among the people who demolished the city just now. What we will face next may be the main force of the mythical guild. Don't neglect it. Our task is to expand our territory quickly... The farther away from them, the better..."

"Yes, I know!"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a continuous keyboard and mouse hitting sound in the small dark room with a rather poor environment.

**** On the same night, an Internet cafe.

A little fat man was lying in a good sleep made of chairs, and his saliva slid to the ground along the corners of his mouth. He was one of the staff on duty of the 'Sad Land' guild tonight, while another guild duty member left the Internet cafe at 10 o'clock due to a temporary family affairs.

There are more than 100 computers in standby around the little fat man, and such a row of dialog boxes appear on almost all computer screens - "Your city has been attacked by the evil shelter xx, the defense fails, and the troops are lost..."

And some of the heroes who stay in the town are directly destroyed by the city and the heroes together.

Entrust the main hero to computer control? The 3rd and 4th level maps may be okay. At that time, the players had no troops and the strategic level was low. However, this is the 5th level map. Unless his own troops are quite strong, otherwise... The poor little fat man didn't know that he had become a sinner of the guild. At this time, he was dreaming with a graceful figure. , but there is no face.

The next morning, about 7 or 8 o'clock - "Fuck! What the hell is going on? Are you still sleeping? A middle-aged man pulled the little fat man out of the chair with an angry face.

The little fat man wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth and said with a smile, "Brother Wound, good morning."

"Mom, mother! Look, what the hell is going on? The middle-aged man called the 'injured brother' pointed to the nearby computer, and the people standing behind the wounded brother howled and rushed back to their seats. In just one night, all their towns were demolished back to the first-order map, which was really painful.

The little fat man's face was blue. He didn't know what had happened at all. The big sweat flowed down his fat cheeks. He looked at the injured brother and said tremblingly, "I, I was a little tired yesterday... unconsciously... Yes... I'm sorry..."

"Damn it!" Brother Wound let go of his hand and sat back to his position in silence, with a gloomy expression.

The little fat man said with a cry, "Brother Wound, I'm sorry... I really didn't mean to..."

Brother Wound shook his head: "Forget it, I don't blame you. Do you have a wisdom... Evil shelter, damn it, I'm not with you!"

"Damn it, kill them!" The sad little brothers raised their fists crazily.

The injured brother patted the keyboard and left a message to a man named 'Twelve-winged Angels'. While typing, he said to the little brother beside him, "I'll ask the master to help us occupy the city first... If he promises benefits, he should help us..."

(to be continued)