The arcane of online games is supreme

After leaving the hut of the spy Nils, Wang Mo looked at the information that Nils gave him, which clearly marked the address of the orc Thaurissan Bloody Hand. Wang Mo looked at his house. go.

This task is an additional trigger, and the whole task itself is rewarding in nature. Considering Wang Mo's strength, it shouldn't be difficult.

He came to the hut marked on the map. Wang Mo looked around and performed a magic trick. His palm was lightly pressed against the door, and the wooden door panel began to gradually melt.

Wang Mo has spells that are specially used to decompose and melt substances, but he doesn't want to use them, the magic wave is too powerful.

The decomposition of the magic trick was very slow. It took about ten minutes before Wang Mo made a hole big enough for himself to get in. He drank a bottle of invisibility potion and got into the hut.

The room was pitch black, Wang Mo thought for a while, re-equipped the right eye of the goblin, gained the ability of night vision, looked at everything in the house again, Wang Mo saw a staircase leading to the second floor, Wang Mo Mo stepped up the stairs carefully and walked to the second floor.

After entering the second floor, Wang Mo saw a layer of soft animal skins on the ground. An orc wearing a robe was lying on the floor and sleeping soundly. He was the bloody hand of Thaurissan. .

The light blue fluorescence is particularly conspicuous in the dark night, and quickly condensed a blue energy scrape in Wang Mo's hands. Wang Mo's eyes flickered. If this npc is a high-level combat npc, Wang Mo has to take care of it. measure, and if he was an ordinary civilian, then one stabbing would suffice.

If it's the former, stabbing him rashly may lead to bad consequences.

Wang Mo thought for a while and looked around. At this time, there are some magic fluctuations here, which should not be too noticeable. Wang Mo took a few steps back and began to chant a ten-foot silence technique.

The faint arcane fluorescence flowed in the air, and with Wang Mo's big hand wave, all the voices were instantly annihilated. Wang Mo walked forward with the sword in hand, and stabbed the orc n?neck.

Quietly, a large amount of blood gushed out and spilled all over the floor. The orc woke up instantly, let out a silent roar, turned around with his huge fist and punched Wang Mo. Due to the ten-foot silence technique The effect is that none of this makes any sound.

There is still a damage number floating above the orc's head: -2190!Crit!

Wang Mo suddenly took a few steps back, dodging the orc's hasty counterattack, and waved out a huge mage's hand, which crushed the orc to the ground. Thaurissen looked at him with his red eyes open. Seeing Wang Mo rushing towards him, Wang Mo waved his hand and issued a percussion technique, pressing him against the wall with a bang.

Seeing that the orc got out of the short-term stiffness, he was about to pounce on him again, gritted his teeth and reached into his backpack, took out a level [-] spell scroll he got earlier, put a banishing humanoid creature on it, and forced the orc back again , and then unfolded Scroll: Instant Magic Scroll: Bind Humanoid.

In an instant, the whole room was illuminated by the dazzling blue light, and the rays of light flowed and rose, and then died, tying the orcs in the middle. Wang Mo's sharp sharpness re-condensed into a long-handled weapon, and Wang Mo threw it directly. , pierced the heart of Thaurissan's bloody hand with a bang.

The orc took a few steps back, with blood gushing from his mouth and nose, and fell into a paralyzed state. Wang Mo took the opportunity to launch a series of small magic chain missiles, bombarding the orc's chest.

After a short period of time, Thaurissan's bloody hand's HP returned to zero and he fell to the ground. Wang Mo received a reminder to complete the task. He heaved a sigh of relief. It was really easy. Wang Mo looked around and cast a The magic trick removed all the bloodstains, and then used a disintegration technique to completely disintegrate the corpse of Thaurissan's bloody hand. The method of destroying the corpse was quite good. After confirming that no traces or smells would be left, Wang Mo broke Wearing a black cloak, he quietly left here.

Now Wang Mo can't find the spy Nils, so he has to wait for him to return to the alliance and go to MI[-] to hand in this task. Wang Mo checks the time. There is still some time before the team of the War Storm Guild drives at dawn. He plans to take the opportunity Go see what's going on with the remains of the Bonebreaker Emperor, and see if there's a chance.

Wang Mo quickly walked through the streets with his black cloak on, and walked towards the royal area. Basically, all players knew the location of the remains of the bone-crushing emperor, and they were kept in the royal tomb. It is guarded by hundreds of elite guards.

Wang Mo ran outside the Royal Mausoleum. From here on, guards would refuse players to enter. Wang Mo squatted in front of a flower bed, watching the guards inside patrolling with giant axes. He carefully observed the surroundings, wanting to see what was there. Loopholes can be exploited.

Wang Mo squatted outside the flower bed for half an hour, but he didn't find any movement, so he had to give up with a sigh. It was too difficult for him to do this as a mage. To steal the remains, you must also master some hidden skills that reach the terrifying level, and the level is estimated to be at least level [-].

Wang Mo left the Royal Mausoleum, ran back to the hotel where he encountered the War Storm player before and sat down, waiting for the early morning: a few hours later, Wang Mo was sitting in the hotel and saw the streets outside. With golden rays of sunshine, a round of fiery red sun rises slowly along the Glory Valley, and sprinkles the first ray of morning light on the ground rain. More and more orc NPCs begin to appear on the street , A new day is about to start. Wang Mo looked at his spell list, thought for a while, made some small changes, and then re-memorized the spells. He began to sort out the ultimate-level skills that he can use now. .

There are too many big moves on Wang Mo, not to mention a few sixth-level spell scrolls, a pile of fifth-level spell scrolls, the equipment skills on his body and the spells he remembers are completely terrorist-level existences, killing points Horde players are still very easy.

The decision to pit the war storm, Wang Mo also made the decision after thinking about a lot of things. Now even if those people know that he is Magic Melody, they can't do anything after being destroyed by Wang Mo. It is too much to fight a cross-camp war at this stage. It's difficult, when that era comes, most of the war storms will be destroyed along the trajectory of the previous life.

Anyway, this guild is about to die, and it doesn’t lie to others: Wang Mo, who is in the opposing camp, has always been very secretive and believes that when they concentrate on land reclamation, Wang Mo sneaks up from behind and kills countless people with one move. The honor will float very cool.

He never talked about morality and demeanor with his enemies. As long as he didn't violate some principles, Wang Mo did a lot of unscrupulous things. Wang Mo looked at the fiery sunrise outside, thought for a while, and took out a The unused legendary staff, now he is a calm, rational and cruel magic melody: you can cast spells without a staff, and only Yan Jin and Wang Mo are known to have this ability among player mages, so if Wang Mo doesn’t use a staff, it’s very difficult. It is easy to arouse the suspicion of other players.

Wang Mo walked to the meeting point, just outside the north gate of the Fortress of Glory, Dolot. From there, he walked for half a day, walked to the center of the barren land, and then turned and marched into Stone Claw, a level [-] map. mountains.

As soon as Wang Mo ran out of the city gate, he saw a large number of tribe players running forward while arranging their equipment. The noisy noise kept echoing in Wang Mo's ears. Most of these players had medals from the War Storm Guild, and some Players from other guilds.

"Cute pig, where is my scroll, did you bring it!...

"Rogue, hurry up, the god President Yu is going to be in a hurry."

Wang Mo pulled up his black cloak, and the hood covered the face of the undead, and walked past the group of players, and walked to the place where the players gathered in front, when someone behind him patted Wang Mo heavily on the shoulder.

Mo turned around and found that it was the tauren warrior named Niu Qian Tianxia whom he met last night.

"How did you recognize my Jane..." Wang Mo looked around. He was wearing his cloak and hood, and he was hunched like other necromancers, looking popular.

"Haha, I spilled wine on your cloak last night, and there are still traces of it." The tauren warrior laughed loudly, and pointed at Wang Mo's back.

Wang Mo was speechless. This guy actually spilled some wine while he was not paying attention. This is not an aggressive behavior. The system will not prompt, no wonder Wang Mo didn't know.

"Hehe, we're about to drive, let's go quickly." Qin Beast got out from behind the tauren warrior, patted Wang Mo, and walked forward.

The tauren warrior sent Wang Mo an invitation to form a team. After Wang Mo accepted, he directly joined the thousand-member group. When he joined the group, he used the code name Death Melody. The group is divided into ten large groups, and each large group has twenty teams and one hundred players.

Wang Mo, two orc warriors, a tauren warrior and an undead fire magic team named Zhiyan are the No. 18 team of the first large regiment.

After reading it, Wang Mo understood that this ten-member group adopted the mode of group division of labor, not the mode of team division of labor. That is to say, teams are divided according to the occupation and division of labor of the players. The healers are all together, and the tanks are all together. , the output is also all together, plus some additional mixed teams to divide the labor in team mode.

The team division mode is the traditional three dps: one healer and one tank, and then form [-] such teams. The team division mode tests the command ability, while the team division mode tests the players' respective strengths.

The first and second largest groups that Wang Mo belonged to were all players with basic skills up to level [-]. The division of labor here was not so clear, so there would be a strange team like Wang Mo with three fighters and two mages.

Wang Mo followed his temporary teammates to the front of the team. This is a gathering place. A large number of players are squatting or standing here waiting for the team to assemble. The arrival of Wang Mo's team attracted some attention. A mage player came up, glanced at Wang Mo, frowned, and said in a deep voice.

"Who is he?"

"The savage we pulled has level four basic skills." Niu Zhantianxia said with a half smile, and patted Wang Mo, "His name is Death Melody."

The necromancer looked at Wang Mo, nodded, with a hint of contempt on his face: "I hope you won't cause any trouble to our War Storm team."

Wang Mo smiled slightly and ignored him.

Seeing that Wang Mo didn't speak, the necromancer frowned again, turned and left.

"He is the leader of our regiment, called Zuo Hand Liying." Qinshou might as well step up and glance at the necromancer, "This guy used to be an ordinary member of the regiment, a comrade who practiced leveling and fighting monsters with us, but Some time ago, I didn’t know how I was promoted by the vice president of the gods, and when I became the head of the regiment, I put on an official air with us..."

"Don't pay attention to this guy, he's just an egomaniac." Qin Beast also said, "Melody will follow the command later and don't make mistakes. This left-handed Liying always thinks he is superior to others, and I don't know where he has a sense of superiority."

Wang Mo nodded. Opportunities to open up new high-level maps are rare for savages, because the Grand Council rarely brings savages to open up wasteland, and occasionally brings some savages, which is completely like an old man. Players are simply powerless to fight.

If it weren't for the precious opportunity to open up wasteland, no savages would come to suffer from the bird's anger, so the members of the Grand Council have always treated the savages not very well.

"It's okay, I'm used to being scolded..." Wang Mo said indifferently.

He really doesn't want to be as knowledgeable as that necromancer. In Wang Mo's view, these people will die under his hands sooner or later. However, these three warrior players have made Wang Mo feel good, so it's okay to let go: Wang Mo Knowing that this time out of Dorot's door, it will be difficult to come back next time, but it doesn't matter, his main purpose is honor, and everything must give way to the sage's inheritance mission.

Together with the three warriors, Wang Mo squatted on the ground and waited to set off. After a while, a mage player in a red robe came over. Wang Mo glanced at his equipment and was a little surprised. To equip the Burning Robe, the required level of this thing is level [-]. It is not easy for a non-celestial master to reach level [-] at this time.

"Daniu, how much did you drink last night?" Huofa walked over and said with a smile.

"Get out, Zhiyan, don't mention drinking with me." Niu Zhantianxia scolded angrily.

"Haha." The Flame Mage called Zhiyan laughed: Wang Mo looked confused, but he didn't worry too much.

"Daniu drank all night last time, his body was full of alcohol, and then he had a duel with Zhiyan in the morning, and he was roasted." The beast is worse than squatting beside Wang Mo, with an unstoppable smile on his face.

Wang Mo suddenly realized, when Master Huomo came over and extended his hand to Wang Mo.

"Hi, my name is Zhiyan." Huofa smiled and shook hands with Wang Mo, "I love roast beef, and my favorite idol is Yanjin from the League of Kindness and Law. Please give me your advice."

"Oh, hello." Wang Mo also stood up and reached out to shake hands with him. It was obvious that this was a cheerful way of correcting oneself.

Wang Mo's sticky hand held the necromancer's zombie hand, and when both hands touched me, Wang Mo didn't notice the uncontrollable slap of Zhiyan's wrist, and the soul fire in Zhiyan's eye sockets jumped. , and then Wang Mo let go.

Zhiyan caressed his wrist thoughtfully, raised his head and looked at Wang Mo with a little puzzlement. @.