Chapter 122:

The orcs, the dead, and humans do not belong to the same planet. They have long been accustomed to the use of magic by elves, but the dead are different. No matter what the source of the dead is, anyway, the dead are now without exception. "Humans" born and raised on Earth.

We are all young people in the new era. They have been educated as atheists since they were young. In life, even superpowers are considered a hoax, let alone magic, and it is magic on a large scale.

Even after King's Landing City was built, there were NPCs teaching mages in the city, but most of the magic skills taught by these NPCs were pediatrics such as fireball and lightning. Before entering the end of the world, basically everyone who played the game has seen it, so it may be strange at first, but everyone will be used to it later.

But the spells I see now are different.

These spells are all large-scale range spells without exception. Let alone what the skills of these spells are, just looking at the various red, yellow, blue, and green colors that appear in these spells is enough to blind people's eyes.

Mo Ran is okay. He has a good relationship with Gu Luen, a mage of all schools, and has formed a team for a long time. Apart from the excitement of setting off fireworks, there is not much feeling.

But the other dead were all shocked by the scene in front of them. Because they were still running towards the front line of the cliff, they couldn't see exactly what these spells were, but just seeing the pieces The drop of spells is enough to make people frightened.

Is this really what happened in the same dimension? Is this really what players do? Is this really something the flesh can fight against? —For a while, various questions kept flashing through the channels of these expeditionary dead.

"My god! Aren't these movie special effects?"

"It shouldn't be..."

"I think my eyes are dazzled. These are the skills of elves? This looks too perverted!"

"This is not the skill of elves

"Are you kidding, do you think I haven't seen the mage skills taught by the NPCs in our King's Landing City? A fireball will fly-half fall to the ground. You told me that people who know that kind of skills can see it now." These are all called mages?"

"...I admit you're right, but they're all mages."

"No... We are going to fight against players with this skill? What kind of joke are we talking about? We use our bodies to fight against this mage skill? Besides, the point is that we don't have a healer! This is too exaggerated!"

"Don't be afraid, as long as we don't get hit in the heart, we won't die."

"But will it hurt?"

"No, the point now is, can we really fight them? Don't laugh at me, I'm a little cowardly."

…

The team that went out this time was not the elite team among the dead. Even though they had established an alliance with the orcs, Xue Changfeng had no intention of pulling out his most elite team, so the teams that were drawn out this time were all of low level and strength. Medium-some of the dead, and all of them are long-range archers. Compared with the elites who are absolutely obedient and only rush forward, it is obvious that the strength of these teams is a bit uneven.

Just when everyone was full of doubts and timidity about this battle, Mo Ran said in a timely manner: "These are indeed the skills of a mage, but don't be afraid."

She paused slightly when she said this, and hesitated a little - whether or not to vent the spirit of the elves, would it have a bad influence on Gruen, but this hesitation lasted less than a second, Mo Ran I unceremoniously discarded that point of uncertainty.

There is indeed a friendship with Gu Luen, but that refers to Mo Ran and Gu Luen, not the dead and elves. If it is from the standpoint of race, as long as it can protect its own people from harm, it is considered a There is nothing wrong with throwing away this personal camaraderie.

Maybe this kind of approach is ruthless and hypocritical, but Mo Ran believes that if it were Gu Luen, he might sell himself completely without hesitation.

Thinking of this, she quietly raised the corners of her lips, sorry, Grun.

"Not all elves know spells. Those who know spells are called high-level elves. Gu

"Ah! Mo Shen, do you mean that there are not many high-level elves who know magic?"

Because of Mo Ran's participation, the chat channel that was filled with timidity suddenly became lively, and the negative emotions just now were swept away by Mo Ran's speech, and everyone spoke one after another.

"That's right, there are not many high-level elves who know spells. Moreover, mages are relatively fragile. Once injured, they are basically unable to fight, at least there is no way to control large-scale spell skills." Mo Ran said. After exhaling at this point, almost all the orcs running in front of them rushed to the position and threw themselves into the battle one after another.

"Besides, look at the orcs, they are a race that can't spell. After all these years, don't they live well?"

People are always full of fear and uncertainty about the unknown, but when someone makes this uncertainty and fear clear, they will regain the courage to fill their bodies. This is the weakness of human beings, and naturally it is also the weakness of the dead. .

Mo Ran understands human beings and the dead better, and it is precisely because of this understanding that she is more tolerant of these weaknesses. As a superior person, she will not be like an ordinary person in power, who will only blindly ask for help. When her subordinates put pressure, she will be more sympathetic to their weakness, so her encouragement is also different.

"More importantly, I am with you. All you have to do is to move forward bravely and protect yourself."

What responded to her encouragement was the words that kept swiping across the entire channel.

"Fight for the dead! Fight for Moshen!"

…

"Then, let's go!" Mo Ran closed the chat channel, she took a deep breath, straightened her back and whipped Lightning vigorously with the horsewhip in her hand. But in the blink of an eye, she had already arrived at the forefront of the battle line, and what caught her eyes was a network of spells from various schools intertwined.

And those who weave these webs are a dozen or even twenty high-level elves standing on the opposite cliff, stretching their nets in front of them.

These high-level elves have been dormant there for some time. They seem to be extremely patient, and the elves' ability to sneak is always very good. Discovering their existence, they have been quietly waiting for the orcs in the forest.

It wasn't until the orcs felt that they had the chance to win that they all got up and opened the protective cover, which almost dealt a devastating blow to the orcs.

Mo Ran glanced in Sang's direction, but found that the orc with a smile on his face all the time didn't look very anxious, and even the usual smile didn't fade away, as if all the counterattacks As he expected - the same.

At this moment, Sang seemed to sense Mo Ran's gaze and turned his head to look at him, and then he unceremoniously sent Mo Ran a message: "God Mo, I saw the people on both sides of the protective cover on the opposite cliff. Is it on the edge?"

Following Sang's description, Mo Ran looked in the direction he designated, and saw the protective cover opened on the opposite cliff at a glance, but the outermost edge of the protective cover was very hidden. It is difficult to find exactly where the so-called edge is at the first glance.

"There are two low bushes over there, um..." Sang thought about how to describe it, and paused for a second before speaking again: "That is the bush with red and blue flowers. "

To be honest, Mo Ran really didn't see the edge of the protective cover just now. From her perspective, there are green everywhere, which perfectly blends with the protective cover. Even if there is a difference, it needs to be carefully distinguished. Accurately find it, but now is the most urgent time of the battle, and it is precisely that there is the least time to carefully identify it.

With Sang's guidance, Mo Ran immediately found the grove he was talking about. Sure enough, when he knew the answer to the mystery, he went to look again, and he could easily find the edge of the well-concealed protective cover.

"Those two groves are not actually groves. They are two mages of the natural department. They can perfectly blend with nature and are very concealed. The task of you dead is to kill them in the shortest time." Sang When he spoke, he could still feel the ease in his voice, as if what came out of his mouth was a no-nonsense joke.

Sang's command was very simple and rough, most of them cut mountains when encountering mountains, and opened rivers when encountering water, without any twists and turns, but it has to be said that this simple and rough command kept the battle situation in a very delicate state.

While Sang was talking to Mo Ran, Xue Changfeng had already led the dead to the front of the battle line. As they appeared, they saw more group skills smashing down on their heads.

If it was the dead in the previous life, they would probably be stunned by this sudden magic skill, but in this world, since the establishment of King's Landing City, Mo Ran has clearly pointed out the importance of saving the life of the dead, so every dead Almost from the first day of receiving systematic training, I learned how to move in a harsh environment.

This point is not limited to elite players, but all dead must accept and learn.

Usually, I don't see the use of this kind of training, but at this time the benefits are obvious. Facing these dropped magic skills, apart from the short-term shock in the first few seconds, the dead soon began to lose weight. The precise positioning and dodging of these magic spells "Rain" is not only that, but he can even obey the command during the movement process, and accurately attack the two clumps of "plants" on the opposite cliff...

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