Mo Qian never expected that his own small skill would take the other party in seconds.

He thought that this was not a game, but a real world, so the data of the game of Warcraft should not really be so perverted, and even if it could be used, it would have some functionality.

Just like the previous mind control, fire is fire, wind is wind, and it is amazing to embody the functionality.

Unexpectedly, here, the terrifying data of the Warcraft character is still universal!

An eighth-level enemy, facing a level one hundred and ten-level Holy Priest, the level suppression is too serious, and the damage increases by about four thousand.

This is exactly the case, the skill of tens of thousands of damage, when it was in the summoner's canyon, would only hit those heroes with explosive damage at level 10, and the movement would be a million values.

And this eighth-level warrior, not to mention the role of League of Legends, even if it is the bird he met before, he can't compare!

Mo Qian was too speechless, he really didn't expect such a brave warrior to be so weak.

Looking at the amount of blood again, it was only 600! Not even as good as a gun carriage.

"It's just not as good as the air of reality, how can it not even be as good as a bunch of data?"

"Hmm...... My virtuality, his reality, to me, it's just game data, but to them, it's the rules of the world, it's the real power, it's something that must be followed?"

Mo Qian secretly thought that although this world was real, although it was much more advanced than a simple game map, it was still illusory to the reality in which he lived.

That's why his game characters can exist here, and even those game settings have become the rules here.

Even if the person here is a real body, it must correspond to a certain amount of health according to a certain algorithm. This kind of data doesn't exist with each other, and only makes sense when it comes to the characters who are being shot at each other.

There is a set of rules here, but the rules here are too low-level because the world is too low-level, so they have to adapt to the rules of the game brought by the ink poor.

In other words, the characters in the game that Mo Qian shot past are the bugs of the universe.

"No...... No way!"

"What kind of flame is that!"

Seeing the great knight being killed in an instant by a holy flame, the little soldiers were all frightened and cried.

This is the strongest man in their village, and even though he is only a good warrior compared to the entire kingdom, he shouldn't have died so quickly that he won't have a chance at all.

Although the enemy in front of him is a dragon, it is obviously a baby dragon because it is too small.

The Dragon Mounts of World of Warcraft are indeed small, and they are only several times larger than the character models, which is too easy to be underestimated in a real world that relies on eyesight to identify strength.

The young dragon is very weak, especially when it becomes a humanoid, its strength will drop significantly, and it can't fly, which is simply a chance to slay the dragon sent to the door.

It's a pity that such a knight was killed by Mo Qian half-lying down and tapping the keyboard.

"It's over, will it be slaughtered?"

"Let's run!"

The people who originally thought it was safe to hide in the castle panicked, and they wanted to escape from here, but there was only one way out of the castle, but at this moment, Mo Qian slowly landed at the only exit.

In this regard, everyone could only look at the motionless figure in despair.

Mo Qian didn't make any more moves, he was not interested in this group of people at all.

After looking around, I found that the other people here were weaker, level 1 and level 2 were everywhere, and the soldiers were only level three or four.

In comparison, the one lying on the ground has level eight, which is very good.

Sean ...... "A woman who did not look like a peasant woman ran out and knelt beside the knight's corpse in bitter tears.......

Her heart-rending voice came from the headphones, making Mo Qian look sideways.

The control character walks over and tries to speak, but finds that what he says through the headphones cannot be heard by the other party.

Seeing him coming, the woman jerked out a dagger and stabbed it at the holy pastor.

"miss,miss,miss......" doesn't even have 1 point of forced damage, this woman's level is too low, only level 1, and the hit rate is directly zero.

After slashing more than a dozen times in a row, the woman was desperate to find that the monster in front of her hadn't even torn her clothes!

Raising his head, he saw the face of the Holy Priest shrouded in a cloak, and couldn't help but fall to the ground.

The race of this character, but the light casting Delaney, the eyes that bloom with holy light, with the paralyzed face, plus the height of two meters, looking down, it looks like a god.

Although the Warcraft character model is somewhat distorted and blurry compared to the people here.

As soon as modern earthlings look at it, they know that it is a 3D modeled character.

But this woman doesn't know what light and shadow is, what material bag. For her, seeing this distortion in the real world is an existence that words cannot describe.

The woman was desperate, looked at the indifferent Lightcast Delaney, thought she was dead, and simply plunged the dagger into her chest in reverse.

"Uhh......h

Mo Qian could see that her health was only a hundred, but this time it dropped sharply to more than ten points, and it was still declining rapidly.

"Smack!" tapped the keyboard and swiped her to recover.

In an instant, the woman's health bar was full, her level was too low, and this recovery first healed more than 60,000 lives, and then she would brush thousands of healing amounts in fifteen seconds, not counting the Holy Light Echo and Critical Hit.

It can be said that every moment of her life, she is enjoying the healing of the Holy Light.

The dagger inserted in his heart was directly squeezed out by the instantly healed body at this moment.

The holy light was constantly circulating in her, and with the terrifying ability to recover, it was difficult for her to die.

However, after enjoying the recovery of the holy light, she was directly stunned, and in Mo Qian's eyes, she just raised her hand and put a skill.

But in her senses, there was a divine and majestic power that was infused into her body, and the slightest trace of it healed her fatal wounds.

The rest of the huge holy light reverberated wildly in her body, filling her limbs and bones, bringing her the ultimate sensory stimulation and refreshing to the depths of her soul.

"Ah......" The woman's body was straight, her head was held high, and the holy light was escaping from her body, and the amount of healing that overflowed in waves became waves of pleasure that she couldn't imagine.

Fifteen seconds later, the woman was still standing there, her eyes lost focus, still reminiscing about the high tide just now.

Then, she looked at the Holy Priest with awe, she knew that she could not take revenge, but she did not expect that the other party would save her.

And...... This divine light is so powerful that its power is simply beyond imagination.

"Why did you save me when you killed my husband?" the woman mourned.

Mo Qian couldn't speak, so he had to type: "Don't be excited, I just fought back casually, I didn't expect him to be so weak." ”

After this sentence was sent out of the channel, everyone heard a woman's voice, which was cold and haughty, echoing in everyone's minds.

This is the only way Mo Poor can speak.,This group of people talking.,It's like a copy monster talking.,At the same time that you can hear the sound.,The dialog box in the lower left corner will also appear accordingly.。

Similarly, Mo Qian typed words in the dialog box, for them, it was the character of the Holy Priest who was speaking, but it was not the sound wave, but all the people present understood the meaning of that sentence from their hearts, just like Mo Qian felt Che Yun's heart.

It is equivalent to the voice of the heart spread by the group.

The woman had nothing to say about Mo Qiao's words, the other party's strength was undoubted, and it was indeed his husband who took the initiative to attack.

"Dragons are the enemies of humanity, and as the lord of this place, it is his duty to protect his subjects!" the woman was still unwilling.

"I'm not a dragon, that's just my mount. ”

As he spoke, he pulled out the red dragon and rode on it in front of them.

"It turned out to be a magician!"

"Can you tame the dragons?"

"How is that possible? Dragons would rather be killed than tamed. ”

The people of the castle watched in horror as the priest rode on the back of the dragon, and the young dragon stood on the ground with its terrifying head shaking in all directions.

It is precisely because I have never heard of the existence of a dragon riding clan, and because when I was in the sky before, I only saw the dragon, but I didn't see the person on the dragon's back, that I thought that the holy pastor in front of me was a dragon.

"I see...... Was this a misunderstanding...... Woowoo...... People can't be resurrected after death, so what's the use of you talking about this......" The woman said sadly.

"I can resurrect him and restore him to his original state, but he must answer all my questions." ”

"What, resurrection?" The people were horrified, they were all dead, and they could still be resurrected?

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