"Remember, your father's name is Wang Hai!"

As the words fell, Wang Hai let go of Mokdarn's wrist.

Then he grabbed the other man by the hair, pressed his head against the table, and pushed it down.

Bang bang!

Mokdarn's fat round head slammed wildly into the table uncontrollably.

The skull, frontal bone, nose bridge, cheekbones, and jaws were all shattered.

It wasn't until the end that Wang Hai suddenly increased his strength and smashed the table with a bang directly against his head, before he stopped and let go of the hand that grabbed his hair.

At this time, Mokdarn, whose face was covered with flesh and blood, was already dying, and only had his last breath left.

"Phew!"

Wang Hai spat at Mokdarn's blood-red fat face, then stepped on his face and stepped over him.

There was only his last breath left, and when he was stepped on by Wang Hai, who weighed more than a hundred pounds, Mo Kedahn hung up on the spot.

At the same time, after watching this scene, General Marco, the warlord leader in the monitoring room, gritted his teeth and had a fierce expression on his face.

On the one hand, the young Chinese man actually killed his Chancellor of the Exchequer with his own hands on his turf, and he and even the entire warlord behind him did not take him or the whole warlord behind him into account at all.

On both sides, talent has always been hard to come by, and he is really sincerely angry that he has lost a financial talent like a Mokdarn in vain.

And Wang Hai in the stone room also found the surveillance camera on the top of the stone room at this time.

One picked up the chair next to him and smashed it into the position of the surveillance camera without hesitation.

Zizizi―

The monitoring screen in the monitoring room about this stone room suddenly turned into a picture of white snowflakes.

General Marco looked at the white screen, the corners of his mouth raised a strange arc, and pressed the whole castle alert button heavily.

Doodoodo―

Doodoodo―

The entire castle, with its sirens scattered around the corner, turned red at the same time, flashing red.

Wang Hai, who was still trapped in the closed stone room, naturally understood that this warlord was going to come and arrest him.

Firmly on his feet, a strong qi accumulates in his abdomen.

Then he leaned sideways and slammed into a brick wall in front of him, and his entire body instantly penetrated the wall and escaped from the closed stone chamber.

Beneath the steel body of the sea of steel, this stone chamber made of bricks is simply a ridiculous thing like papier-mâché.

However, when Wang Hai smashed through several walls in a row and escaped from the castle in the most direct straight line displacement, what appeared in front of him was actually hundreds of heavily armed soldiers pointing guns at his body, as well as several tanks and armored vehicles slowly moving forward.

The efficiency of the soldiers of the Black Gate Castle is not unpleasant.

Surrounded by so many troops, Wang Hai didn't feel too scared, and he didn't plan to retreat back into the castle.

From the very beginning when he beat the greedy Chancellor of the Exchequer alive, he was ready to face it all.

Escaping from the battlefield is by no means his character.

"Arthas! Come and help me! ”

Wang Hai shouted loudly to the opposite sky.

In fact, due to the fact that Tyrant Dragon and Wang Hai both have the blood of Norse gods in their bodies, there is a subtle telepathy between them to some extent.

The Tyrant Dragon seemed to have sensed that Wang Hai was about to be in danger, so it had already lurked nearby.

When Wang Hai shouted, within a few seconds, the Tyrant Dragon flew over like a cover of the sky.

A roar of anger resounded through the sky, sweeping from the sky above, like thunder piercing everyone's ears.

Before everyone could react, the Tyrant Dragon immediately spewed out a blazing ball of flames, directly bombing a heavy tank into a pile of broken copper and iron.

After blowing up a heavy tank, the Tyrant Dragon immediately retracted its two broad bronze wings, stretched out its claws and rushed straight towards Wang Hai, the owner in front of the castle, and landed abruptly in front of Wang Hai.

And Wang Hai was already ready, and with his feet on the ground, he jumped up and jumped onto the back of the Tyrant Dragon's neck.

All of this happens in the breathing room.

Even the unknown soldiers on the periphery of the castle didn't know what the situation was.

After the tyrant dragon sensed that Wang Hai had ridden on its back, he hurriedly flapped its giant wings, turned around, and left the castle in the blink of an eye and flew to the sky opposite the castle.

When it flew far enough, the Tyrant Dragon turned around again and rushed back in the direction of the castle.

Tyrant Dragon, to start the massacre!

And the order of this massacre is naturally an order given by the master Wang Hai!

The hundreds of soldiers in front of the castle saw the Tyrant Dragon's hideous dragon head aimed at the castle, and immediately realized that something was wrong, and quickly raised the muzzle of their guns, aiming at the position of the giant body of the Tyrant Dragon in mid-air.

Hundreds of scorching lines of fire cut through the air, combining into a terrifying spectacle as they shot at the Tyrant Dragon in mid-air.

What they didn't expect was that the dozens of tons of muscles on the Tyrant Dragon's body were as strong as steel, and a pair of bronze giant wings were like bulletproof steel plates, and these rifle bullets with average lethality could hardly cause any damage to it.

Da-da-da-da!

Thousands of bullets carried a certain penetrating power, and they continued to hit the wings of the tyrant dragon rolled up to protect the front of his head, and the next sound was not a "snort" bullet into the flesh, but a "ding, ding, ding" metal impact.

It goes without saying that the wings, which have a bulletproof effect, are basically not afraid of the shooting of these ordinary bullets.

"Blow them up!"

Wang Hai commanded, and a scorching ball of flame immediately condensed in the mouth of the tyrant dragon, and then suddenly opened the wings that were originally protecting the front of his head, rolling up a large cloud of confusing dust, and the ball of flame suddenly shot out, aiming in the direction, as if it was hundreds of armed soldiers who were collectively attacking in front of him.

Rumble!

The unstoppable ball of flame struck the soldier, and the raging blast energy was unleashed.

Flames rolled, sand flew.

Dozens of soldiers gathered on the spot were bombed into a pile of charred corpses.

The flesh and blood are blurred, and the misery is unbearable.

Sometimes, a large number of people is not necessarily a good thing, and if there are so many people, they gather together again, which invisibly makes the effect of the opponent's attack to the extreme.

If these soldiers of the Black Gate Warlord were scattered in all directions inside and outside the castle, it would be good if the Tyrant Dragon could kill a few of them with a single blow with a ball of flames, but unfortunately, hundreds of them gathered together and fired at the same time, as if they did not have the consciousness of such scattered combat.

Indigenous warlords are indigenous warlords and are simply not comparable to the well-trained regular armies of the countries of the world.

[Thank you to the new reader 'Little God under the Great God' and 'Dumb Brother' for their enthusiastic support of 10 Points]