Chapter 511: Come Out and Die!

Standing outside the inn in the glorious city of Orlando, Wang Mo gently lifted the brim of his hood, raised his head and looked at the two elf players standing at the door in front of him, both of whom were wearing cyan cloaks and hoods, but through some characteristics, Wang Mo still recognized their identities.

He knew both of these players, and they were both characters who appeared frequently when the Dragon Slayer Sword and Flying Feather were in frequent battles.

The two masters of the more than ten heavenly lists of the Kindness and Order Alliance, the Soul Slayer Xuan Angel, and the Arbiter Seraph.

At this time, the two of them were standing outside the hotel, leaning against the wall, waiting boredly, looking into the hotel, under the dim light, there was no figure in sight, it was very empty.

Wang Mo walked inside.

"Stop, this place has been temporarily covered by the Dragon Slaying Sword Guild, how far and as far as the idle people are." Seeing Wang Mo coming, the arbiter Seraphic Angel stretched out his hand to stop him with an unkind face.

Wang Mo stood in front of the inn, raised his head slightly, looked at the Seraphic Angel who was slightly taller than himself, and said lightly: "I'll look for your president, get out of the way for me." ”

The Seraphic Angel was slightly stunned, and then seemed to think of something, his face changed, and he quickly retreated to the side as if he was avoiding the plague, looking at Wang Mo with a frightened expression.

Wang Mo walked into the hotel, his eyes scanned around, and fell on a person sitting on the table under the lamp, this person did not make a move to hide his identity, Wang Mo easily recognized it, and when he saw Wang Mo coming in, he also turned his head to look, showing a harmless smile on his face.

The leader of the Dragon Slaying Sword Guild, Dragon Soul.

Beside the dragon soul, there was another mage player in a cloth robe standing, it was the deep blue sky, seeing Wang Mo walking in, his eyes fell on Wang Mo, and he immediately gritted his teeth and cut off.

"Something to do with me." Wang Mo stepped forward, sat down opposite the dragon soul, and lifted his hood.

When Wang Mo was about to go to Galkat before, the dragon soul suddenly sent him a message, which really surprised Wang Mo a little, this enemy, who had created a lot of obstacles for Wang Mo on his way forward, would now invite Wang Mo to the hotel, sit down calmly face to face, and say something.

"It's nothing," the dragon soul said lightly, looking at Wang Mo's eyes kept flickering, but he didn't show hostility, and he couldn't see at all that some time ago, he and Wang Mo were still undying enemies.

Looking at the black-robed mage sitting opposite him, even the dragon soul himself sighed a little, although Wang Mo was his undying enemy, but as one of Wang Mo's earliest enemies, he watched Feiyu rise step by step under the leadership of Wang Mo, and finally even surpassed them to become the first force in the alliance.

For the dragon soul, what he can't guess the most is that the incredible character of magic melody is what will be born, his existence seems to be a legend, Wang Mo, who was an ordinary lone master to him at the beginning, has grown into a giant that even he has to be cautious about.

The power of the dragon soul in reality is not inferior to that of the Tianwang Group, but he himself deeply feels that he is not as good as Wang Mo, so he chooses to make up for it from other aspects.

When he heard the announcement of Wang Moshuang's legend and the outbreak of the camp war, the dragon soul was also stunned for a long time, and unconsciously, Wang Mo had actually grown to the point where he could mobilize an army of millions of NPCs with a wave of his hand, and this kind of power made him feel a trace of fear from the bottom of his heart.

So it was precisely because of this that the dragon soul changed his mind, he originally planned to develop with his head bored, thinking that Fei Yu would sink deeper and deeper into the quagmire of war until he was surpassed by himself, but he found that he was wrong, the birth of the magic melody seems to be for war, as long as he exists, Fei Yu will never fail to say.

If he is allowed to extend his minions to the Evil Order Tribe, he will have no chance at all.

"Now because of you, the Faction War expansion has been opened, and because of the new honor system, no guild will choose to leave this war alone, and of course our Dragon Slayer Sword is too." The dragon soul took a sip of the tea on the table and said bluntly, "So we slay the dragon sword, this time we want to cooperate with you Feiyu to attack the evil order tribe together, I don't know what your magic melody means." ”

Wang Mo listened to the other party's words quietly, then thought for three seconds, and shook his head decisively.

"I refuse."

The dragon soul was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that Wang Mo would actually refuse.

As a powerful force second only to Fei Yu, the Dragon Slaying Sword is not comparable to Fei Yu in terms of master level and heritage, and its own soldiers and capital are not much worse than the Cross Rose and the White Windmill, if the Dragon Slaying Sword is willing to join Wang Mo's camp and attack the evil and orderly tribe together, this war will definitely win a big profit.

And this is no harm to Wang Mo, even if Wang Mo does not agree, the Dragon Slaying Sword will participate in the war by itself, which he can't stop, he will not start a war with the Dragon Slaying Sword and the Sun Chaser Alliance, although Wang Mo knows that the Dragon Slaying Sword is a hostile guild, but he will not be so inflexible.

"I also want to cooperate with your guild, but I'm afraid that someone will stab me in the back again, then I can't stand it." Wang Mo said, with a playful sneer on his face, and his gaze fell on the deep blue sky intentionally or unintentionally.

Seeing Wang Mo's gaze, his face suddenly changed in the deep blue sky, obviously Wang Mo was alluding to the time when he was in the Demon God Throne and fighting with the boss of the Demon Iron Killing Machine.

Although that time was lucky, if there was no secret hand under the deep blue sky, it would not be so thrilling.

The reason why he did this at the beginning was also the meaning of the dragon soul, and the dragon soul at that time didn't really want to let the attack of the copy continue to develop all the way for some reason, so he planned to destroy the deep blue sky and let the flying feather destroy the group, but he didn't expect that even if the deep blue sky intervened, the last thing was still done.

"The past is in the past, our two families were inseparable at the beginning, can't we sit here and talk calmly, there is no eternal enemy, cooperate with us, Feiyu will only earn more, isn't it." The dragon soul said with a kind smile on his face.

"There's nothing to talk about, if you have to join forces with our Feiyu to attack the evil and orderly tribe, show sincerity, I won't easily let my former mortal enemies join my camp because of a sentence or two." Wang Mo shook his head decisively.

Then, without waiting for the dragon soul to say anything more, Wang Mo disappeared directly in place and left the inn with an arbitrary door.

"Damn, the magic melody is too unreasonable, we're sincere enough." The deep blue sky stared blankly at the place where Wang Mo disappeared, and said with some dissatisfaction.

"Alas, there's no way, who let the military power be held in the hands of others now, this camp war is said to be a war, in fact, it's a meat grinder, but it's also a good time to make profits, follow the NPC troops, the money must be the most, and it's also the safest, but if the magic melody doesn't agree, we can't help it." Dragon Soul said.

"So what now?" The deep blue sky gritted his teeth unwillingly, "I'll rub, isn't it just a generalissimo, what to drag, sooner or later, I will brush a generalissimo to show him." ”

"It's very simple, since the magic melody makes us show sincerity, let's show him sincerity." The dragon soul said indifferently, then stood up from the chair, put on the cloak, and opened the guild channel.

"Dragon Slaying Sword Guild, all assembled!"

At this time, Wang Mo had already left the glorious city of Orlando and set foot on the realm of Galcut, dark clouds were rolling in the night sky, as soon as the sky was bright, the Good Order Alliance would send troops, and at the same time, all the cities on the side of the evil Order tribe had been under martial law and guard, and had entered a state of war.

The moment Wang Mo appeared in Garkat, a dazzling magic flashed around him, Wang Mo opened the magic shield in time, and with a loud bang, the raging flames suddenly exploded on his body, but Wang Mo was not very surprised, he just turned on the flying technique, and his figure slowly rose into the air.

Standing above the sky, Wang Mo lowered his head and looked at Galkat below, at this time, Galkat had completely become a pot of porridge, the whole city was full of shouts and roars, the sound of swords colliding and magic explosions filled the entire city one after another, and a large amount of white light rose every minute and every second.

Before the war really began, the players of the Good Order Alliance and the evil Order tribe were directly fighting in the city, and Galkat was the most chaotic during the war, because even if this kind of war evolved to the point that it was not inferior to the field encounter, the goblins in power in Galkat still did not care.

The entire Galcart, without a trace of the city's appearance at this time, has completely become a slaughterhouse, and from time to time there are unlucky players who are directly killed by NPC goblins because they destroyed Galcart's building by mistake.

", grandchildren of the tribe, let the horses come over and watch grandpa fight three!"

"What calves do the human warriors of the alliance pretend, we orc warriors will fight the ten of you without panting."

The players were fighting and abusing each other, Wang Mo just looked at it casually for a while, and then flew out of the city, until this time, no players discovered his existence, but unfortunately Wang Mo had already left.

"Damn, didn't the magic melody come just now, the black-robed mage in the sky seems to have a white feather pattern on his body."

"No, you're dazzled."

Wang Mo left Galkat and flew towards the territory of the evil and orderly tribe, in Wang Mo's backpack, there was a legendary horn, this prop was given to him by the Dawn Sage, and it had only one use.

As long as Wang Mo is still in Kalan, no matter when and where he blows this horn, then the NPC troops under his command will immediately receive the order, and then set off, heading towards the destination set in advance.

And just as Wang Mo was marching towards the evil and orderly tribe, the territory hall of the Sunseeker Alliance was boiling hot, and a large number of high-level officials and officials were gathering here to discuss Wang Mo's post on the forum with a bitter face, and the topic of discussion was whether to apologize or face the destruction of the NPC troops.

At this time, Wang Mo's post on the forum has attracted a large number of onlookers, and it has made a strong return, and it has also brought the magic melody of the footsteps of war, and has become the most popular object of attention, and at this time, the content of this post is like a hammer, smashing on the heart of the Sunchaser Alliance.

Either apologize in disgrace, or face the devastation of NPC troops.

The current Wang Mo, like the god who adjudicates fate, threw them this difficult choice, and no matter which one he chooses, the price paid is heavy, and the final ending is almost nine deaths, and among the three presidents of the Sunchaser Alliance, the pace of chasing time has completely collapsed.

Wang Mo's appearance, followed by a terrible blow, every time the Sunchaser Alliance was forced to a dead end, at this time, Wang Mo was like teasing them, throwing them such a choice question, and if Wang Mo was a little more simply and directly used NPC means to wipe them out like lightning, they would have no choice.

This feeling makes them feel a touch of absurdity and sadness, but they have to face the reality.

What Wang Mo wants is a complete victory, although the strength of the NPC can also be regarded as his, but if he wins like that, he can't get back the original momentum of Feiyu, and the enemy that Wang Mo wants to destroy has always been done by himself.

As they discussed, the forum posts attracted more and more players' attention and repercussions, and the entire world was watching the reaction of the Sunstrider Alliance, and the players of the evil and orderly tribe hoped that they would not be relented, but the wise players knew that this was impossible.

Either succumb to the magical melody or be erased without leaving a trace, this is the difficult choice in front of the Sunseeker Alliance, in an instant, the role is reversed, and the power to decide the fate falls into the hands of Fei Yu, this situation, anyone will feel torn.

After the results of the discussion, the Sunstrider Alliance did not give an immediate reply, instead turning to the gorgeous Turner Team for help......

At this time, Wang Mo was gradually approaching the border of the evil and orderly tribe, and he knew in his heart that since he had appeared, the gorgeous turning team would definitely intervene in the air, and it would not work if he did not solve them, and now that he was in full swing, the other party would not let go of Wang Mo's morale and continue to rise like this.

If nothing else, the other party will come tomorrow, the reason is very simple, the current Wang Mo is still just a legendary master, although he has three pieces of legendary equipment, but there are several epic masters in the gorgeous turn, still will not pay too much attention to him.

In other words, they felt that Wang Mo had great influence, but his own combat power was not good.

Therefore, Wang Mo didn't want to wait for the other party to take the initiative to find him, there were some things that should be solved, and it was better to solve them first.

At the same time, it was time to actually send troops.

In the dark night, Wang Mo's figure flashed, using the flashing technique to fly all the way towards the border of the evil and orderly tribe, and soon entered the territory, at this time, a warlock of the War Storm Guild pulled him into the team, directly used the summoning ceremony, and pulled Wang Mo over, Wang Mo walked out of the aperture of the summoning ceremony, raised his head, and appeared in front of him, it was a fortress with a towering city wall and a barbaric atmosphere, and the fortress was brightly lit.

Blackfrost Fortress!

This city that Wang Mo has been to once, even in the many wars in the later period in his previous life, it has never fallen, this time, Wang Mo will let him fall once!

Standing not far from the city wall of the Black Frost Fortress, due to the darkness, no one found him, Wang Mo took out a horn engraved with a griffin and a sword pattern from his backpack, put it in his mouth, and blew it vigorously.

"Whew-"

With Wang Mo blowing the horn, a heavy and melodious horn sound slowly sounded, spreading out like a sound wave, disappearing into the space, the horn sound became louder and louder, and the melodious and magnificent sound gradually spread throughout the entire Black Frost Fortress, and in the fortress, the sound of commotion increased significantly.

"What's going on, how can there be a horn sounding?"

"Is it a pre-war mobilization?"

The players of the Evil Order tribe talked a lot, and at the same time, the ghost fire who was sitting in the inn watching the forum was slightly stunned, listening to this horn, an inexplicable bad feeling rose from the bottom of his heart.

At this moment, outside the Black Frost Fortress, a loud bang suddenly broke out, and a thunderous sound rolled in, falling into the city, and the entire Black Frost Fortress fell silent in an instant.

"Gorgeous turn, ghost fire, come out and lead the death!"

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