130 Roland who completely wiped out his teammates
It's hard to burn down a castle.
After all, the building materials are all stone.
But what happens if six players, each of whom uses the system space, to install a special flammable material with a volume of 2x2x2, something similar to coal, but more efficient than coal?
As a result, a castle was set on fire.
Ho ho ho ha
Such a strange sound was made by Bettel, who was clutching his hair frantically with both hands, his face was flushed, and his eyes were wide open, as if he was about to stare out of his sockets and make strange noises.
The people around looked a little numb and slowly retreated.
I don't blame him for that.
It would take at least three generations of their family effort to build such a castle. And there are many precious things in the castle, such as collected gems, as well as gold coins. This burn may be burned out of the efforts of several generations.
The most important thing is that the castle is their last line of defense, and the nobles with the castle and the nobles without the castle are two concepts.
If even the castle falls, then it means that the family is going to fall.
Betel really couldn't accept it, obviously it was still a celebration banquet today, the rebel group was gone, and the woman he used as a tool was gone, and the two good things together should be a happier thing, how did it become like this.
Strands of hair were torn off, Bettel's expression became more and more distorted, the corners of his mouth looked at the white saliva dripping down, and he saw that he was about to become mentally ill, at this time, Wade, who had been following him, walked up and slapped Bettel's face hard, and scolded angrily: "What are you still doing in a daze, quickly order to save it." ”
This slap was heavy, and the crisp sound could be heard for dozens of meters around.
The five red marks on Bettel's face quickly bulged.
But it also made him sober up a lot.
Glancing at Wade gratefully, Betel yelled to the side, "The second and fourth regiments stay on guard, and the others will go back to the castle with me to put out the fire." Destroy the enemies in the city! Kill an enemy and get a silver coin. ”
Although the castle will definitely not be saved, as many things can be salvaged, as many things as can be rescued.
Betel rushed down the city wall with a group of soldiers, and hurried in the direction of the castle, he was now much more sober, and did not remove all his soldiers from the wall.
Less than ten seconds after he left the castle, a huge boulder, with the sound of whistling wind, from far to near, the sound from small to large, and finally smashed on the city wall, although the players used a simple trebuchet, but due to the excellent personal attribute bonus in the game, this made those players who fiddled with the trebuchet have an unusual talent in 'calibration'.
Listening to the sound of the impact behind him, Bettel couldn't help but glance back, just in time to see countless pieces of rubble blasting across the city walls, some even splashing near him.
He subconsciously clenched his hands.
Ally! You bitch!
You dare to bring someone back to trouble me, and wait for me to get through this......
Wade, who was next to him, immediately interrupted his declaration of hatred: "What are you doing in a daze, Bettel go quickly." ”
Bettel straightened his body and rode towards the burning castle.
And in front of the city gate, the players couldn't help but cheer as they watched another accurate hit of the stone.
The player in charge of calibrating the firing line laughed triumphantly, "I'm so twitchy. ”
But then the players let out another exclamation.
Because even though the view was blocked by the city wall, the black pillar of smoke rising into the sky in the distance also appeared in their eyes.
"It's done, those six thieves have successfully stolen the house."
"It was the right thing to send them into the city in advance."
"There are significantly fewer guards on the walls."
"Take the next step, take the next step, break the gates."
The players' cheerful chatter stopped here, and everyone's eyes were focused on the black-robed man in the middle of the first row.
This is Roland.
He took a few steps forward, took out his magic wand from the system space, and pointed in front of him.
A small fireball appeared three meters in front of the magic wand, and then quickly grew larger and brighter.
At first, it was dark yellow, but when it swelled to a half meter in diameter, the fireball turned orange.
The temperature has obviously increased significantly.
At this time, the fireball was still expanding, and it soon became about one and a half meters in diameter.
At this time, some blue flames appeared on the surface of the fireball.
The air around Roland had begun to distort, and the green grass around his feet had turned yellow.
However, the fireball is still growing.
At the same time, Roland's body began to glow, dense white points of light emerged, and then submerged into his body again.
This was the effect of the Tranquility Necklace triggered, and Roland had accumulated it for ten days, barely allowing the magic power of the Tranquility Necklace to begin to flow back into his body.
As we all know, every time the radius of a sphere increases by the same length, its volume will be several times that of the previous one, and then to a certain extent, it will be tens or even hundreds of times of the previous one.
Roland's own blue bar can expand the diameter of the small fireball to about one and a half meters, but after using up all the stored magic power in the Ningshen Necklace, the total amount of magic power of nearly three Roland can only barely expand the fireball to two meters.
But that's enough!
The fireball, which is two meters in diameter, is taller than most players, and looks extremely oppressive.
And at this time, the surface flames of the fireball had turned blue, and the air around Roland was even more distorted, and the grass around him had already turned out to be ten meters away, and it had begun to spontaneously combust at this time.
The players around them kept backing away, and at this point they were more than twenty meters away from Roland.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
The live broadcast room was also boiling.
'I'll go, this momentum, this special effects, who mages the mage is rubbish.' '
'Blue flames, 2,000 degrees Celsius, too much'
'The mage is rubbish, the mage is not rubbish, you have to figure it out, these are two different professions. ’
'I've decided, I'm going to practice mage. Just rush this aura, it's worth it! ’
'Handsome is a lifelong thing. ’
'Are you sure you never failed a high math in college?' ’
'Upstairs, you're heartbroken. ’
Just when the sand sculpture players in the live broadcast room were excited, Roland, whose mental power was about to bottom out, used the last spiritual power as a 'bunglingrope' to catapult the 'big fireball'.
It's a real ejection, similar to the kind of ejection of an electromagnetic railgun.
With a bang, the heavens and the earth seemed to darken in an instant, and the big fireball turned into an oval, drawing a straight line of lightning that instantly hit the wall above the city gate.
But this is just the fact that the large fireball flies too fast, giving the observer an optical illusion, and the shape of the fireball has not changed.
The moment the fireball hit the city wall, it burst into light without any difference in brightness from the flashbang when it exploded, and at the same time it exploded with a loud sound, like a mortar bomb exploding directly on the ear.
Directly puncture the eardrum.
The netizens in the live broadcast room shouted that their titanium alloy dogs were blind, and the players on the scene were even more miserable, not only unable to see, but also ringing in their ears.
They couldn't see or hear, their ears were buzzing.
A few of the calmer ones who could still cover their ears and stand dumbfounded, and some of them were already rolling on the ground and swearing nonsense, although none of them could hear what they were swearing.
The scene was extremely chaotic.