A: "Next, I will bring you a song "Rain Butterfly" sung by the rookie singer of the Blue Fire Group, I hope you can like it, then the morning news will be broadcast here, I am A"

B: "I am B"

AB: "We'll see you next time!" ”

"I'm flying to you~ The rain is chasing gently~ I want your hug to surround me~~~"

The pop song project is officially launched, and people start a day of intense and busy life in this beautiful melody.

It's 9:30 a.m., and there are still 3 hours until 12 o'clock when the elf launch is held.

In the box in a clubhouse somewhere on Happy Street, several fat old men in Sumir City looked at the morning news in the hologram in front of them, and after hearing the news of the fall of Sara City, everyone present showed a sneer: a pariah is a pariah, and they don't know what the fate of resisting the strong will be!

After all, this is a world of the jungle!

At this time, the anchor in the news said that the city of Sara had been liberated and the invaders had been annihilated, and at this moment, a smile was fixed on the face of every fat man.

"No..... No way? ”

"How is that possible!"

"What are these two?!"

"All of our 30,000 coalition troops have been wiped out? Are you kidding! ”

"Unless the devil did it! Otherwise, who can do it?! ”

Theodore, the old fat man in the middle of the sofa, looked at it blankly, and finally said in a deep voice with a dark face: "Send someone over to check, this matter is a bit strange......"

At this moment, a young man at the door pushed the door in a panic, and the man's face turned pale, as if he had been frightened by something.

"No.... It's a shame, Great Elder....." the young man said tremblingly.

The old men sitting on the sofa just wanted to scold, but the old fat man in the middle chuckled in his heart, and hurriedly stopped the others from talking, and then pointed to the young man and said word by word: "Tell me!" ”

"Compliance..... Honorable Great Elder. The young man replied with a panicked face, "I received an urgent spell secret letter from the main city in the early hours of this morning, saying that because I can't contact the legion liaison officer sent to Sara City, the other two can't be contacted either, which is absolutely impossible, and each legion will regularly send back battlefield information every hour. ”

"Did you send someone over?!" Theodore roared viciously.

"Yes! Be! Someone has already been sent! ”

"How?! Say! Theodore stared ahead with wide eyes and roared, the momentum looking like it was about to eat people.

The old men around them craned their necks nervously and fearfully to look ahead, each with panic on their faces, because they were vaguely aware of something in their subconscious.

The young man looked around, and finally nodded heavily, "All the army is destroyed!" Everything outside of Sara was scorched, and no bodies were found! Judging by the pits and faintly discernible fragments of armor that were everywhere, the men who sent them over were indeed the place where our coalition forces had been. ”

In the end, the young man lost his voice and said, "Great Elder, what kind of forces have we offended? It is said that in that hellish scene, some survivors were found, but each of them went crazy with fright, and said that the devil had come out of hell and wanted to get his ..... back."

"Ridiculous !!" Theodore reprimanded sharply.

The old men next to him echoed: "You actually take the mythical story seriously, can you kid still have a little talent?!" ”

"That's it!"

"It must be something else!"

"That's right!"

"Shut my anus for me!!"

Theodore was in an irritable mood now, and after a roar, the private room was quiet.

The Great Elder is very hot right now.

Everyone was frightened like a quail, and they stood quietly on the side, their heads bowed and did not dare to squeak.

The old fat man took a deep breath, which calmed down the twitching fat on his face, and asked, "The news before, that said that the army sent here wiped out all our coalition forces?" ”

"Yes, Grand Elder." The man next to him chimed in.

“....... It's incredible! Theodore was now more and more confused, he simply couldn't understand, what kind of army could wipe out all 30,000 people? Even if it's a demon in hell, it will still make the scene look like a battlefield full of corpses.

Thinking of this, Theodore looked up at the young man again and asked, "You said before that no body was found at the scene?" And the whole battlefield is scorched and blackened, full of potholes? Looks like you've been smashed by fire falling from the sky? ”

"Yes! Yes, Great Elder! The young man replied hurriedly.

"What's that? Did you know? Great Elder? ”

Theodore was silent for a moment, and finally said slowly, "Perhaps, we have a difficult opponent. ”

"Could you please make it clear? Great Elder? The old men on the side were as anxious as dogs.

"Great Mantra Scribe!" The old fat man said heavily, "This dungeon has the help of masters, the legendary Great Spell Scribe, the strength has level 40, almost the same level as the brave, and their number is also extremely rare, as for their strength, if I remember correctly, one of the moves is to summon a meteor rain to bombard the ground." ”

After hearing this, the people at the scene were all so shocked that they couldn't speak, if there was really a great spell cultivator in this dungeon, then it would indeed be able to wipe out 30,000 people in an instant.

The old men listened quietly and asked, "What shall we do now?" Send someone to make peace with the lord here? ”

"Peace?" Theodore glanced at it, gritted his teeth, and said, "It doesn't matter how many of the other two die, but we have lost a full 10,000 elites!" Peace? If you don't take this place, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart! ”

"But they have a great mantra ....."

"One or two of those things will be up to the sky! How could there be so many such powerful masters?! And as far as I know, once the meteor fire shower is released, it will take several days to meditate to regain the lost mana, and these great skills are not just released! ”

When everyone heard this, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at each other and said with a smile:

"If that's it...... At least there is still the strength to fight, as long as the black-armored Praetorian Guards sent by the main city arrive, before the Great Spell Scribe recovers his magic power, he will destroy this place in one fell swoop! ”

"That's right! We have a strong Praetorian Guard! ”

"And hundreds of invincible golden grees!"

"It's worth it to take this place!"

"Yes! When the time comes, you can really do whatever you want here! ”

"Hahahaha!!!"

.........

Sitting on the sofa, Lott quietly looked at the tablet in his hand, which was filled with the crazy laughter of the old men.

"My lord, do you want to send someone over and slaughter them all now?" Maria frowned beside her, watching a bunch of hooligans worry about their property all day long, who was not annoyed when she saw it.

Lott shook his head, then looked at Vickers and asked, "Will our sorcerers do meteor showers?" ”

"Back to my lord, they will be hellfire, and the power is not much different from that of a meteor shower." The goblin replied.

Lotte nodded, then asked again, "Vickers, how much do you know about the source of human magic?" "Goblin technology is powerful, and his magic attainments are not covered, and his ability is second only to that of a sorcerer.

When the goblins heard this, they replied respectfully, "Humans are different from us, we use energy, they use mental power. Energy is extremely scarce for us, and if it is not necessary, we will hardly waste it on combat. In the case of human beings, their mental power can be replenished through medicine or meditation. ”

After listening to this, Lott nodded thoughtfully, and muttered, "Spiritual power?" Then he sat there and was silent.

After a long time, Maria couldn't help but ask, "My lord?" ”

Lott looked up, then looked at the goblin again and said:

"Vickers, I need a weapon, although the number of Great Spell Scribes is scarce, as long as there is one, as soon as a meteor shower falls, our scarab beetles will suffer, this is not good."

After hearing this, the goblin asked curiously, "You mean that you need a new weapon to deal with the human Great Spell Scribe?" ”

"That's right." Lotte nodded.

"What's that?"

"Psychic Pulse Bomb!"

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