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This crazy idea, like a fire, suddenly ignited in Lin Chen's heart, burning his fighting spirit.

He felt an urge to try, eager to put this idea into practice.

Although the system gave him extremely powerful abilities, when facing this earth-level mecha, a powerful existence close to the 7th-level martial king, Lin Chen knew that he still lacked some key factors.

S-level abilities can certainly make him equal to the enemy in a short period of time, but this kind of power increase cannot last after all.

What's more, every promotion of the martial king represents a geometric increase in strength, physique and mental power.

As the attributes continue to soar, it has become increasingly difficult to use abilities to kill or repel enemies as easily as before.

"Oh? You actually have such a clone ability?"

The operator of the Tyrant Mecha was surprised to find that a clone exactly like him suddenly appeared beside Lin Chen, and his strength was comparable to Lin Chen.

"However, using such a clone's ability should consume a lot of energy, right? It seems that you have already revealed your trump card, so I should also show respect."

After the Tyrant Mech finished speaking, the entire mech began to slowly rotate.

If the previous Tyrant Mech was like a terrifying steel behemoth, then now it is like the combination of two steel behemoths - one is as black as ink, and the other is as white as snow, like a mecha version of the Black and White Impermanence, majestic and mysterious.

What is even more shocking is that the two sabers that were originally split into two are now held in the hands of the black and white mechas, one black and one white, complementing each other.

"Very strong."

Lin Chen's eyes were fixed on the Tyrant Mech, and his tone revealed sincere admiration.

As soon as the voice fell, he was ready to launch a powerful attack.

His clones combined with the Secret of Shadow formed a total of three clones, and they stood in a triangle.

Behind each clone, there were several purple lightning guns floating, making a crackling sound, as if they could strike the enemy with thunder at any time.

At the same time, Lin Chen also summoned a frost dragon.

The dragon hovered in the air, emitting cold dragon breath, making the surrounding air seem to solidify.

Such a powerful lineup, even Uncle Tan and others who had just mocked Lin Chen couldn't help but exclaimed.

They had never seen such a shocking scene, and they had never thought that Lin Chen could show such a powerful strength.

"How many superpowers does this kid have hidden?"

"This kid must not be killed, we must capture him alive and bring him back to the king, otherwise we can't explain."

"Yes, we must not kill him."

In the tense discussion, everyone's eyes were focused on Lin Chen.

Suddenly, the frost dragon that was originally hovering in the air turned into a majestic ice energy in full view of everyone.

This energy surged like a giant dragon towards the purple lightning spears behind Lin Chen.

Then, with Lin Chen as the center, powerful energy began to burst out continuously.

These energy surged like a flood, and the momentum was getting stronger and stronger, with no sign of weakening.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden change.

They had never seen such a powerful energy, and they had never thought that it would burst out from a seemingly ordinary young man.

At this moment, they really realized that Lin Chen was not as simple as they imagined, and the strength hidden in him was far beyond their expectations.

…

At the same time, in the distant palace, a conversation about the future of the dwarves was going on intensely.

"Report to the king,"

An old man hurried into the hall and knelt in front of the king.

"News from the front line: the chief of the Dark Iron Tribe has been active recently and seems to have the intention of launching a large-scale military expedition to Ironforge. Do we need to send troops to suppress it?"

The king, the majestic man sitting on the throne and wearing a crown, frowned slightly when he heard the words, but did not show too much panic.

He pondered for a moment and slowly said: "The old man Dark Iron wants to usurp the throne. This has been a matter of one or two days. But now, our most important task is to hold the forging competition well. If we cannot successfully hold this competition, we will really let down our ancestors, what do you think?"

However.

Under the hall, an old man with wrinkles on his face looked worried, and his eyes flashed with anxiety and eagerness.

He couldn't help but say again: "Your Majesty, we must not turn a blind eye to the intentions of the Dark Iron Tribe. You should know that the previous leader of the Dark Iron Tribe attacked us. If we attack again,If we take it lightly, we may be in a very passive situation in the future. ”

The king frowned slightly, and replied with a hint of coldness in his tone: "I know my limits, you don't have to say more."

But the old man refused to give up, and continued: "Your Majesty, the ambition of the Black Iron Tribe is known to everyone. If we just let it go, it will only put us in an unfavorable situation in the end. "

The king was about to retort.

Suddenly, his eyes penetrated the window of the palace and looked far into the distance at the towering Ironforge.

He felt an extremely powerful energy fluctuation, which seemed to be approaching the level of Martial Emperor and was still rising.

An indescribable uneasiness surged in the king's heart.

He began to wonder if this sudden burst of power was caused by the young man before?

Impossible.

Absolutely impossible.

The boy's strength was obviously only between level 1 and level 2 Martial King.

How could such a powerful energy burst out?

Is this an attack by the Black Iron Tribe?

The king stood up instantly and said in a serious tone: "I'm going out for a while, and I'll talk about it when I come back. "

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared in the palace hall.

After the king left, the old man who had just been anxiously persuading the king showed a sly smile on his face.

He whispered to himself: "Bronzebeard, Bronzebeard, it seems that you are really old and confused. But it's good this way. The future dwarves will belong to us Black Iron. "

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