About the brave man who became a thousand-year-old potato and ended up destroying the world

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Meanwhile, the front lines.

Mo Wente waved the blazing mastiff in his hand and was killing people in the crowd.

These days, he has been helping the cannonballs on the city wall, moving day after day, and he has long been suffocated with countless grievances. At this moment, following the queue in the fortress, he vented all his grievances on these dogs. On the soldiers of the team.

With his own efforts alone, the Dog Team's losses today were much faster than in the past...

That is impossible.

Just think about it.

After all, he still had to form a military column with the soldiers of the White Blade Team. Even if he changed his knife, he did show a far greater lethality than before. When the blade passed by, heads and blood flew away, but on this vast battlefield, he He was just a soldier with relatively impressive results.

But one thing is true. Today's dog team is indeed losing money much faster than before.

The reason was not clear to Wente at the end. He felt that the state of the dog team today was indeed not right. Not only was he killing people easily, but others also suffered heavy losses.

Although he was not able to go into battle on weekdays, he still saw a lot on the city wall. A wave of military confrontations often resulted in half damage to both sides, and afterwards the soldiers here always stood up inexplicably at the end. The tyrant's soldiers They are often just injured and can return to the queue after being pulled up by the priest.

But today's military hedging was all one-sided. The hedging was basically about a dozen or twenty people on their side receiving some emotional intelligence, while a small half of them on the other side just lay down.

Moreover, they never stood up again after lying down. The other party's pastor seemed useless today. Even if you look closely, you can find that the people lying on the ground are usually their pastors.

There is definitely something wrong with the situation on this battlefield.

But at least for now, it seems to be a good thing for Mowente and the stronghold side.

In the sky, the battle between the Seventh King Cavalry and Birkinsche was still inextricable. The movements and speeds of the two were as always far beyond ordinary people's understanding. In the blink of an eye, only food and sword lights could be seen intertwined.

At least it seemed that the two were still as evenly matched as before.

Mowente didn't know if the Seventh King Cavalry had time to observe the battlefield situation now, but if he hadn't reacted, as the battle continued, when the gap in the numbers of the two sides became larger and larger, the Tyrant's troops would The number of casualties will probably rise exponentially.

Of course, Mowente was happy to see this happen.

It's just that he felt that the tyrant's troops would never be so stupid and just let them be slaughtered.

And the fact seems to be the same as Mowente thought.

About 10 minutes later, when more than half of the Tyrant's troops were about to be killed or wounded, suddenly, the confrontation between the two men in the air came to an abrupt end.

The Seventh King Qi frowned and looked at the battlefield, then waved his sword, and another invisible wave spread.

Mowente knew that this was the opponent's retreat signal.

"Are we really going to withdraw..." Mo Wente gritted his teeth and rushed out of the queue.

The long sword flashed continuously, and the blazing red lines remained in the air. In an instant, several tyrant soldiers were chopped into pieces.

At the same time, the team commander's roar came from behind Mo Wente: "Recruit! What are you doing! Return to the team immediately!"

What?

Isn't it obvious?

The opponent is about to withdraw, so hurry up and beat up the drowned dog. Kill every one more!

Mowente's idea is that simple.

However, the next second, his fighting instinct sounded the alarm, and subconsciously, golden light flashed from Mowente's eyes.

In an instant, Mowente had a clear view of the surrounding situation.

Because he rushed out of the queue, he had already penetrated deep into the center of the local military formation. At this moment, at least dozens of tyrant soldiers were coming towards him from all directions.

These people have no intention of retreating!

This was completely beyond Mowente's expectation. After all, he had been observing it for who knows how many days. This command from the Seventh King Cavalry was clearly a signal to retreat. Why was it different today?

but……

It doesn't seem to matter.

Rather, it comes at the right time.

The blazing mastiff was humming, excited for the upcoming killing.

"Hiss..." Mowente breathed out a soft breath.

Fiery sparks flicker in the breath.

There are no move names, no gorgeous sword enchantments, and no explosive flames. At this moment, the only thing unique to Mowen is the shadow that has been condensed to the extreme.

In an instant, his figure disappeared from everyone's eyes.

It's not a visual illusion caused by high-speed movement, but a real disappearance.

The next moment, the head of a Tyrant soldier left his neck.

Then, a ray of bright red burst out from the heart of a tyrant soldier.

Then, one of the Tyrant soldiers' abdomen was cut open entirely.

Afterwards, a tyrant soldier was chopped into two pieces with his entire shield.

Invisible and invisible, even the light of the sword could not be detected. One after another, the tyrant soldiers fell into a pool of blood.

The dull priest still didn't make any reaction. The giant shield of the shield guard was easily split in two under the sharp edge of the blazing mastiff, like a fragile bean paste.

Every second, a soldier falls.

However, the tyrant's soldiers seemed to be dumbfounded, unable to react at all, and continued to stand stupidly, allowing Mowente to hack them to death one by one.

At first, everyone thought that Mowente had used some special ability, but soon they discovered that the reaction of these tyrant soldiers was indeed slower than before.

If they were just in bad shape before today, now they are more like a group of idiots who haven't slept for several days, and their reactions are as slow as the 70-year-old lady picking pumpkins on the farm.

The soldiers on the stronghold side could not let go of this opportunity. For a moment, they roared loudly, and with the horns and drums of the general attack, they swarmed up and killed this group of tyrant soldiers.

The seventh king's knight in the air wanted to rush down to support the battlefield, but was slashed back by Bilkins with his sword.

However, this time, the Seventh King Cavalry suddenly burst out at a speed that was even faster than before. He turned around and slashed towards Birkin's head with his sword.

Dark cracks appeared out of thin air.

This slash seemed to have no intermediate process at all. Even in Birkin's eyes, the blade of the Seventh King's Cavalry seemed to teleport directly from the starting point to the end of the slash path.

At that moment, the whole world was silent.

The soldiers in the stronghold stared blankly at the scene in the sky.

Birkin's head was cut off directly by this sword, and flew into the sky in full view of everyone, slowly spinning in the air.

However, the next second, an even more incredible picture appeared.

The head was caught by Birkin's right hand.

He slowly raised his head and put it back on his neck.

Then, he moved his neck like a normal person and turned to look at the Seventh King Cavalry.

"A good blow, you finally showed your true skills," a rich voice came from his mouth.

Even though he had just been beheaded, his words were still full of arrogance and fighting spirit.

The black gauze on the seventh king's riding hat fluttered in the wind. He ignored the man in front of him without saying a word, but once again put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Birkinsche smiled slightly and also raised his sword.

The confrontation between the two seems to be about to break out.

however.

next moment.

Suddenly, a thunderbolt fell from the sky and instantly hit the seventh king's knight.

The latter's body was blasted directly to the ground.

And just when he was about to fall into the military formation, countless transparent chains suddenly appeared out of thin air, piercing the seventh king's body from all directions, locking him in mid-air.

The next moment, one hundred and seven arrows fell from the sky in an instant, accurately piercing the ground beneath him.

Mowente, who had just sheathed his sword, was in mid-air, with a panoramic view of the positions of the one hundred and seven arrows.

He had seen the arrangement of the arrows, yes, he had indeed seen it, although only once.

That was the arrow array used by Guoguo when he helped Liu Ji seal the No. 11 Wang Qi.

At the same time, Mowente heard a long singing voice coming from the air.

He raised his head and clearly saw a handsome elf with long flowing hair floating in the air, with a long bow reaching to the ground. Along with the incantation song in his mouth, huge energy continued to gather at the tip of his arrow.

Mowente recognized the man.

That was Guoguo's teacher, the only Grand Mysticist among all rangers in history, the legendary ranger Deidre.

198. Two-in-one is thick and spicy, and it’s all your fault!

In the deepest part of the mobile fortress, a heavy giant door stood here.

Yuan took a deep breath and waved the heavy sword in his hand.

The dark lines crisscrossed and slashed, leaving scratches on the door.

There was a lot of momentum, but little effect.

Yuan frowned, raised his sword again, shouted angrily, and struck with all his strength.

With a clang, the pitch-black sharp blade slashed into the door, leaving a pit dozens of centimeters long and several centimeters deep.

But just like that, the sword stopped again.

But it is enough.

At least Yuan proved that he could chop this thing.

If you can cut it, that's not a problem.

If one knife doesn't work, then try another knife, and then another knife, and another knife.

The dark heavy sword slashed again and again, tearing and expanding the pit, gradually extending from the first few dozen centimeters to more than a meter, and the depth of the pit became deeper and deeper.

In the end, there was only a harsh sound of metal tearing, and the door was cut open by Yuan Chenggong, revealing a huge crack that was several centimeters wide and nearly two meters long.

Although it's not big, it's big enough for the potato boys who can change their bodies at will.

It's a pity that they can get through it, but the weapons in their hands can't. The only thing that can get through it is the pair of lightweight swords.

I don't know whether it was because he was worried about taking advantage of his brothers, or because he was considering ensuring the safety of his escape route. Yuan did not choose to enter the door. Instead, he chose to watch the weapons for his brothers at the door and help them guard them.

The other Potato Boys didn't waste any time and got into the sealed space as quickly as possible.

As soon as you enter the door, you will see several huge crystals several meters high. The crystals seem to be hollow, and you can see the light blue liquid slowly rippling in them.

And in every crystal liquid, there is a dark monster soaked in it.

The monster extended hose-like tentacles all over its body, slowly floating in the liquid, and in the center of the tentacles, there was a mass of darkness. In the darkness, there were hundreds of blood-red eyes open densely.

The eyes seemed to be unfocused, staring dullly ahead. Even if the potato boys walked in front of them, they did not react at all.

Obviously, this is not a canteen.

Although a few brats said that the smell here smelled like cooked food, their eating habits couldn't be guessed based on common sense.

For example, what really attracts them now, the "very fragrant" thing in their mouths, is actually the huge green-blue liquid ball floating and flowing behind these jars in the intricate three-dimensional magic array. .

Almost without hesitation, the potato boys jumped into the huge liquid ball, stretched their bodies with all their strength, and began to absorb the blue liquid crazily.

"Huh... it feels so good," a Potato Boy purred, "Isn't the legendary happy water nothing more than that?"

"Indeed," one of the potato boys agreed.

"It still feels different. There are no bubbles in this one," a potato boy answered.

"The bubbles are not important, the important thing is that it tastes good," said another Potato Boy.

The Potato Boys chatted with each other, but only the Potato Boy with the double sword never said a word.

The potato boy's hands hung naturally at his sides, and fine roots continued to spread from his body, completely wrapping the pair of knives and extending in all directions.

Not long after, other Potato Boy also noticed something strange here.

"Eh? This situation? Is it similar to Brother Yuan's before?" A potato boy asked in surprise.