Chapter 200 Shocking

How much hatred is there because of online games? Zhang Mu didn't want to know at all, but he looked at the four guild members who were involved in the battle space on the screen and burst into laughter.

The reinforcements sent by the ice seal completely ignored the sad guild and bypassed their heroes to hit the mythical players, while the sad players directly regarded the ice seal as a passer-by A, B and C, specializing in looking for evil troubles. The original 2V2 battle turned into a 1V1, 1V1 battle with an inexplicable and unimaginable tacit cooperation.

"Ouch, look at you, as for it, as for it?" Zhang Mu smiled strangely. How could he not know what he was laughing at when he heard the mythical wound in his ear? He shrugged his shoulders helplessly and said, "Twelve, I can't help it. The myth and the ice have been beaten for many years. The hatred is deeply rooted, which makes you laugh, haha."

"Hey hey, I'm still free, indiscriminate attack." Zhang Mu looked at the whole battlefield. The first troops and the middle troops had fought with the other side. Zhang Mu's later troops were getting closer and closer to the enemy. Who should be the target?

It's boring to fight with too few troops. If there are too many troops, the self-depletion will be very large. Just when Zhang Mu was distressed, the only secret words appeared in the dialog box: "Come here, I'm your opponent."

The fat man who has been staring at Zhang Mu's screen laughed and said, "Ah, the 'only tattoo' we just talked about has come to my brother and gave him a letter of war. Hey hey hey hey, it's really similar to what you said. Xiaoyang's tone is quite crazy. Fuck, I'm your opponent... Who the fuck does she think she?"

The mythical wound was stunned: "The only group of people cherish their wings very much. Generally, they don't come forward easily. It must be silkworms playing tricks behind their backs. Their targets often focus on the most offensive players of the other party. And you happen to be the most threatening in this group battle..."

Zhang Mu did not reply, but immediately left the army and moved in the direction of the only pattern. The other party took the initiative to ask him to fight.

"Brother Mu, let me deal with her?" The fat man and Long Gen shouted at the same time.

Zhang Mu smiled gently: "I haven't had a war for a long time. My hands are itchy. Don't compete with me for this opportunity. Just watch the battle."

The fat man was a little disappointed, but he immediately regained his smile: "Okay, let's see how you abuse her, haha!"

Watching Zhang Mu's battle is definitely a spiritual enjoyment, which is even better than being in charge!

**** "Wunwen, don't fight with him, wait for us!" Aya frowned, poked Xiao Kai beside her with her arm, and whispered, "You see, the tattoo has begun again, and you don't listen to the command at all."

Xiao Kai hummed softly, "No matter her, it's better to be taught a hard lesson, otherwise she will never remember her last name. Let's kindly help her, but it's a burden, damn it."

"Shh, lower your voice and don't be heard! Forget it. Anyway, the tattoo is also a girl. It's spoiled. Anyway, this is not the first time. Don't be angry. The polite long-haired girl sitting next to Xiao Kai persuaded.

Although the conversation between the three of them was small, they were heard in her ears. Her face was gloomy, and her beautiful face was suddenly covered with a layer of frost.

"Won, what mood do you have? We don't have bad intentions. Isn't it just that you will be bullied and let you not underestimate the enemy too much?"

"Get out of here, ignore me, I can solve my own problems!"

"..." The emperor is used to holding his head. He deserves his bad luck, but he likes such a young lady. What can he do but to endure?

The golden-haired man who saw everyone in the studio looked at the corners of his mouth slightly.

**** 80% of the people on the battlefield were involved in the battle space. At this time, the reinforcements of both sides were endlessly close by their respective rears.

Zhang Mu left the one-star team on the roadside and looked at the two members who were gradually approaching him.

"Since you took the initiative to find me, then... I'll just wait for it at ease, which is easy. At least you can't escape." Zhang Mu grinned and began to divide the cannon fodder into teams.

Looking at the big troops in Zhang Mu's army column, the fat man and Long Gen shook their heads at the same time. The fat man said strangely, "Brother, you are really a pervert. It seems that any clan will become very strong in your hands... I don't know how you are playing with the ghost clan."

"What's the matter? You look down on ghosts. Zhang Mu, who had adjusted his strength, smiled and said, "If I were a ghost, the number of skeleton soldiers now was at least tens of thousands. Think about it. What is the effect of attacking 24, and defending tens of thousands of skeleton soldiers cutting on people... Hey hey, it's still the old saying that there is no garbage race, only garbage players!"

"You can't keep a low profile! Look at you, your tail is all up in the sky!" Deng Jie stopped the work in her arms, and she was also ready to watch the battle.

"How can it be..." Zhang Mu pretended to look at the little girl fiercely, but his arm was pinched by the little girl.

While everyone was chatting, the only tattoo finally trotted over and bumped Zhang Mu into the battle space without saying a word.

Libra appears, twelve-winged angels are 81%, and the only pattern is 19%.

Zhang Mu's strength: 800, 800 lizard shooters, 300, 700 long-horned ghosts, 360 royal buns, 290 poisonous dragon kings, 160, 160 confession priests, 50 evil god kings, 7 dragon flies, 4 giant lizards, heavy crossbows. ( Marching tent: a number of dragon flies and giant lizards, 5 golden horned pterosaurs.) Pattern troops: 800 centaur shooter, 900 phantom dancers, 300, 300 elite hunters, 400 storming jungle kings, 300 bloody butchers, 130 druid masters, 100 dark unicorns, 12 jungle kings, ammunition trucks.

"Oh, the troops are okay." Zhang Mu sighed. It was really not easy for these soldiers to accumulate the number of 6th-order arms to 100 in a short time, which was really worthy of his praise.

"I...I...Damn it! Are you a human? Where did you get the 1000 long-horned evil spirits? Are you crazy?" The mythical injury looked at Zhang Mu's perverted force and almost hit the display screen with his own head.

The long-horned evil spirits are at least 4th-order arms. The attack and defense blood speed are quite good. The reason why they are despised by people is that this arms do not have any special surname. Even so, 1,000 long-horned evil spirits are enough to kill any troops on the opposite side in seconds. After all, the number is here. If this captain is The attack power of the horned evil spirits is converted into skeleton soldiers, so the number of skeleton soldiers in this team is at least more than 7,000!

One is a first-order soldier, and the other is a fourth-order soldier. There is no comparable surname between the two!

Zhang Mu said with an indignant face, "Hey, hey, I paid a lot of money, okay? The farmers hoarded by my buddies, the big werewolves, and the arms produced by the hell clan. The wild arms all made me convert them into evil spirits. In order to gather the number of 1,000, even the sharpshooters were taken by me to commit suicide. Well, not only the sharpshooters, but also the newly produced golden bulls were also killed by me.

(Shooter Resentment: Forget it, we won't say anything, beast!) Golden Bull Tears: I, am I not the soul of the swamp...) (Ghost disdain: The one upstairs is an idiot! Don't think you can't stand a 'bird' if you can stare.) You crazy man..." The mythical injury, he was completely convinced.

It is known that the skill of using the special surname of the evil god king to convert the dead arms on the battlefield into evil spirits is known, but he can carry forward this kind of sideline tactic so much that I'm afraid Zhang Mu said that he was the second, and no one dared to say the first. Even the fifth-level soldiers are willing to take it out to commit suicide. Zhang Mu's brain development is really comparable to that of ordinary people.

Zhang Mu continued to complain, "A wound, it's not easy for these evil spirits to come. The number of evil god kings has not been formed, and only dozens of evil spirits can be resurrected at a time. In order to protect these evil spirits, I fight trembling in every battle. Alas, it's a pity that the ghost arms belong to the soulless category and can't be resurrected. If they can also be resurrected as evil spirits, how good it would be..."

"You don't get a good job there. I think you really have too many high-level arms. I don't know how to ruin it or how?"

"You mean the golden bull, you only produce 10 of them every day. Why do you keep them? Can you still pull it out to fight? One bull can be exchanged for two evil spirits. Why don't I change it? No matter what kind of arms must be formed in number to be useful, the barbarian cow was just cannon fodder in the early stage, and the emperor did not worry about eunuchs!"

"You are the eunuch!" The myth roared angrily.

Zhang Mu touched his chin and hummed, "I won't talk to you. I'm going to war."

What makes Zhang Mu strange is that she pressed a pause button as soon as she was involved in the battle space. What on earth did she want to do?

**** The only studio - looking at Zhang Mu's perverted troops to the extreme, not only the lines, but also the whole studio took a cold breath. His troops were really exaggerated.

Except for the big lizard warriors, all the others are 4, 5 and 6 levels of arms, and all of them have formed a number, which is an overwhelming comparison of strength. Even if the strength of the tattoo is doubled, she may not be able to win the twelve wings.

The only tattoo stared at Zhang Mu's troops on the screen, and her mouth slowly showed the 'O' type. She never dreamed that there would be so many soldiers on the other side. What shocked her most was not the ghost of 1,000 units, but the poisonous dragon king of nearly 300 units and the penitent priest of more than 300 units! These are all 6th-order arms. How could he make up such a large number in a short time? Can he be intact when he expands?

"This battle can't be fought, tattoo, you surrender." The golden retriever patted the tattooed shoulder: "Don't be stubborn. Say a few soft words. Maybe he will let you go. We are not on the same level as his troops. He is much better than us..."

The only tattoo squeezed her lips tightly, and her heart was in turmoil.

The other side - "Fuck! This twelve-winged angel, what a fucking..."

Although he did not participate in this battle, the old gun of the temple and a confidant entered the state of observation at the first time. Every time he saw Zhang Mu, the old gun would feel considerable pressure. The fewer other people's troops were, the more they fought, but the more the twelve wings fought, the more they were. It was really not good.

"Big boss, to be honest, we absolutely can't afford to provoke this guy..." The prince of the temple shook his head and was completely speechless.

The old gun pressed his temple hard, and I don't know what he scolded.

(to be continued)