The crosshair of the MK17 scope was firmly set on the chest of an ancient troll, and then Lin Wen pulled the trigger, and the gun body shook continuously, and three or four huge blood holes suddenly burst out of the chest of the troll in the scope, and the silver body shattered instantly, and the last armor-piercing burst bullet steadily shattered the head of the ancient troll.

This is the characteristics of the weapon that Lin Wen has figured out in continuous use, the MK17 combat rifle uses a 7.62x51mm full-power bullet, and the recoil is large when firing. When fired at an enemy's chest, the fifth bullet will be raised by the recoil and cause the muzzle to hit the head, and with this feature, Lin Wen can already kill an ancient troll with a long shot.

More than 30 people walked in the forest, causing a sound that attracted the ancient trolls in the forest from all directions, although the mercenaries cooperated perfectly under pressure, but the casualties still continued to occur, first of all, those mercenaries who had lost their companions, because they were a little uncomfortable with other people, resulting in being caught by the trolls and killed one by one. In this hellish place, there is no carelessness at all.

"There's a big guy up ahead!" Just as Lin Wen was cleaning up the ancient trolls around him one by one, he suddenly heard someone shouting hoarsely in front of him. Lin Wen immediately turned the muzzle of the gun and looked in the direction of the sound coming from.

The first thing you see is a person's back...... Lin Wen rolled to the side, dodging the mercenary who was sent flying, and then saw a large man with a height of five meters walking in his direction due west. This is none other than the deformed of trolls, the Berserker.

Compared to regular ancient trolls, Berserkers don't have any voodoo spells, but their terrifying power and self-healing abilities are enough for them to crush all the enemies in their way with their physical strength alone. Even if they are limited to the silver tier because of the secret realm, every berserker has the strength of a silver tier elite or even a lord.

In the language of the game, every berserker needs a team of five or even ten people to push.

But fortunately, before coming here, Lin Wen prepared some small gifts for these large-sized monsters.

RPG-7, powerful, long range, small rear flame, small mass, rugged structure, simple to use, inexpensive. It is said that shouting Allahu Akbar before launch will increase the hit rate by 20%, and even the tail of the Black Hawk can be hit!

Lin Wen carried the MK17 on his back, pulled the RPG launcher from his backpack, and inserted a rocket-propelled armor-piercing grenade. A rocket-propelled grenade with a hollow charge is enough to penetrate a half-meter-thick steel wall, and flesh and blood are no problem!

"What kind of weapon is this?" Seeing that Lin Wen was holding a "big-headed stick", Lucia asked curiously. Lucia always felt that she was a member of the team who was particularly magical, and that she could always come up with something unexpected in battle.

"This is a sacred relic of a sect, don't speak, feel its brilliance with your heart." Lin Wen adjusted his position to make sure no one was behind him, and then aimed at the troll berserker's chest and pulled the trigger.

Rumble! With a roar, the rocket-propelled grenade was fired out of the launch tube, and then the stabilizing tail fin was spread in mid-air, and then the rocket engine ignited, and the rocket-flying grenade dragged a long tail flame and hit the berserker's shoulder, and the fuse was triggered, and it exploded into a fireball in an instant.

When the smoke cleared, everyone was surprised to find that the mighty Troll Berserker had been knocked out of the arm, and blue blood gushed out of the wound.

But the loss of an arm alone is not enough to kill a troll berserker, the horrific wound on the troll berserker's shoulder is slowly shrinking, and in a few days the troll may be able to grow another arm again, but it doesn't have that chance.

Lin Wen quickly took out the second rocket-propelled grenade and inserted it into the launcher, silently praying in his heart, "Allahu Akbar!" After pulling the trigger. Perhaps it was Lin Wen's prayer that really caught the attention of some lucky god, and the fast-flying rocket flying grenade slashed through the air in a slightly upward curved arc, and actually hit the troll berserker's head accurately!

The Troll Rage's head was shattered in an instant, and blue pieces of flesh rained down all around, and his mountain-like body shook twice before falling to the ground.

"Feel the glory of the Cult of RPGs! Ugly stuff! Watching the Troll Berserker fall to the ground, Lin Wen cheered excitedly.

"That's the end of it?" Lucia was dumbfounded as she looked at the dead man, unable to believe her eyes. Outside the secret realm, the Troll Berserker usually appears in large troll tribes, and is the backbone of the guarding clan, and its huge body can even resist direct attacks from siege weapons, but under the attack of Lin Wen's so-called RPG Cult Relic, it only takes two hits to completely kill. For Lin Wen, who takes out a little magic from time to time, Lucia already has a certain immunity, but Lucia is still quite curious about this RPG Cult.

"You also want to join the Cult of RPGs?" Lin Wen looked at Lucia with a little pain on her face full of anticipation, this so-called RPG Divine Cult is just a joking name for those militants who can't afford to use high-precision weapons on the Internet before the crossing, Lin Wen also talked and played casually before, but he didn't expect the little fox to really believe it.

"Uh-huh!" The little fox nodded.

"Okay." Lin Wen thought about it and felt that good things should be shared. Before coming out, Lin Wen brought three launch tubes with him to prevent one or two from malfunctioning, after all, this thing was handmade by himself. As for the ammunition, I brought a lot, a total of 24 pieces.

"Take this." Lin Wen took out a launch tube and six rocket-propelled grenades from his backpack and handed them to Lucia, "Insert this slender part into the tube, and then head at the enemy, first press the red button on the side of the handle when attacking, and then silently say Allahu Akbar in your heart, and then pull the trigger." ”

"In addition, when you hold the RPG, you are a member of the RPG Cult." Looking at the little fox holding the RPG, Lin Wen always felt as if there was something missing, and then a flash of inspiration flashed in Lin Wen's mind, "When this mission is over, I'll get you an artifact to match the RPG." ”

"Artifact? Are you kidding? Regarding Lin Wen's statement, Lucia seemed very confused.

"Of course not, in a certain world, at least 250,000 people die every year because of this weapon, do you think this is an artifact?" When Lin Wen said this, his eyes showed a pious light.

"250,000!" The little fox was taken aback by this number, 250,000 is comparable to the total population of a small country, and a weapon can kill a country in a year? Well, even if it's not an artifact, it's not much worse.

In Lucia's anticipation, the group gradually approached the troll city hidden in the forest.

PS: I'm going to save Al for a while, and the next chapter will be released later