Realistic Game

  Chapter 110 Invitation, Invitation? (Three shifts)

  "Group spellcasting!"

   Mo Lan murmured, these four words alone gave him unlimited room for imagination.

  He seemed to see ten thousand neatly arranged wizards casting spells together. The fire element between the heavens and the earth instantly agitated, and the fireball rose up, forming a golden fireball in the sky, and the fireball flew out and fell.

  Boom!

  Golden blazing, there seems to be a second sun between the sky and the earth, the earth trembles and wailes, and a mushroom cloud belonging to the ultimate art slowly rises.

  Mo Lan slapped his lips, his heart bursting with motivation and passion.

  What is the romance of a man?

mushroom!

  What is more romantic?

  Grow mushrooms yourself! !

  What is our goal?

  Mushrooms are planted all over the earth, and peace comes to the world! !

  After pumping up his breath, Mo Lan continued to study, but at this time several group leaders came over.

  "How many job changes have you made? Okay, keep working hard."

  More than two hours later, it is normal to be able to change jobs.

  I don’t know how many attempts are enough for two hours. At first, Xu Zongxin succeeded in a few minutes.

  "Come out in a group to teach them spell models, and you can let them go for a while when changing jobs. You don’t need to change everything.

  Also, teach them to memorize spell models, there is no need to teach them skills such as quick memory, you just need to use the fastest speed to make them memorize spells correctly.

  As long as it is once, they only need to release the spell once. It doesn't matter what happens after the release, it doesn't matter how fast it is anyway.

  This should not be too difficult. "

"good."

  Several group leaders left separately, and immediately separated a group of people to start teaching magic models.

  Mo Lan thought for a while, first went to the forum to submit an application to open the mage sub-section, and then continued his own research.

  Use fireball as a spell node to reconstruct a spell.

  Speaking is simple, but it is far from being as easy as imagined.

   "The tacit cooperation of the mage group mage, precise control of emm, forget it, let me do it all."

  Mo Lan rubbed his eyebrows.

  "Excluding these, there is also the composition of the magic line. The spell node in the normal spell model is very stable, and the magic line can be extended directly.

  But if I dare to extend a line of fire on fireball. If I dare to move, it dares to explode! "

"How to do it?"

   Mo Lan murmured.

  Time often flies very quickly when you concentrate on one thing.

  Time is like slipping away inadvertently. When you start to pay attention to it, it slowly slows down and becomes extremely long.

   "Instructor, it's time."

  Mo Lan wrote down his last thoughts, looked up to the east, and the pink sun jumped up.

  Mo Lan got up, twisted his neck, and his bones rattled.

   "Sixty-eight people changed jobs, and forty-five people remembered the spell model."

   "Okay, shuffle forty-five people into your team.

  Tell them how to do it when they are on their way, and remember to mention them when casting a spell.

  They only need to cast the spell once. "

   "Okay, I understand."

  Mo Lan turned his head to look at Yi Fei, who was walking by.

   "Is Ye Qing ready over there?"

   "He is waiting for your news. Once you are in place, the nobleman and a team of knights will pass."

  Yi Fei said with a sigh.

   "Is he a director? Why does he go wherever he says nobles? So cooperate?"

  Mo Lan was also a little surprised.

  "It can only be said that some people are just like Mo Shen and unreasonable.

   By the way, there is one more thing, Ye Qing said. It is also possible that two Cavaliers squads will be there together, and there may be three or less Cavaliers squads to support the scene within fifteen minutes.

  At that time, you need to pay attention. If the situation is not right, take the time to retreat, the warrior will cover the mage. "

"good."

  Mo Lan looked at the mage who had calmed down and waved forward.

"Set off!"

Viscount Larsen appeared on the wall with a group of gloomy nobles, one of whom had an extremely ugly expression and his face was as black as ink.

   "What the **** is going on? Where is my knight?"

   "Those projectors are unbearable, but they have many tricks. If you don't listen to the command, you let the knight attack without authorization, and they are led away. Isn't it normal to be cheated to death?"

  Someone said disdainfully, and there was a burst of anger on this person's face.

  "Didn't you send the knights to your farm before?"

   "My knight is under the city now, where is your knight?"

  The man pointed to the knight riding down the tower and said in a cold voice.

  "They are still alive and well, and yours may have gone to see the Underworld, right?"

"stop fighting."

   Viscount Larsen said aloud.

   "Viscount Larson, do we want to transfer another Cavaliers team? I am afraid this situation is a bit dangerous now."

  One person asked suddenly, but before Viscount Larson could speak, the other person objected.

   "As for the more than a hundred adventurers, what if there are two hundred?

  What if they can be resurrected? In front of the Cavaliers team vulnerable.

  There is no difference between one knight and two. "

   "Fart, aren't you worried about your winery being destroyed? Stupid, short-sighted"

   "Okay, stop making noise!"

  Larson yelled, and the two closed their mouths immediately after hearing the words, but they still looked a little angry when looking at each other.

   "I will transfer another Cavaliers team here."

  Larsen did not force other nobles to transfer his knights.

  Because now those dirty projectors, who are generally ubiquitous as flies, are attacking their industry.

  In this case, even if you order it yourself, it’s not necessarily useful. Instead of losing face and dignity, it’s better to transfer one by yourself.

  However, at this moment, Viscount Larsen suddenly saw a huge team approaching on the horizon.

  Larson murmured with a gloomy face when he saw his eyes suddenly narrowed.

   "Projector!"

  As soon as the entourage who conveyed the order left, the projector had already arrived in front of the city gate.

  "Viscount Larson, come down and speak!"

   A person stood up and shouted, seeing that Viscount Larson hadn’t responded, he continued.

   "Don't you even have the courage to come down and speak? Counsel."

  The person continued, Viscount Larsen didn't react, but Ye Qing frowned when he heard the words.

   "Substitute!"

  After a while, another person walked up to ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ for a while.

  "Viscount Larson, are you standing on it alone and planning to take a family portrait?

  Oh, no, is the one next to your eldest wife, right?

  Are you reluctant to use your head as an inheritance?

  Also, eh, eh, what is your expression, I was bitten by a dog when I was a kid, I’m a little panicked now.”

   "Kill them!"

  Larson's face flushed, and he pointed to a hoarse roar in front of him.

  The nobleman next to him did not hesitate when he heard the words, and shouted at the bottom of the city wall.

   "Charge!"

"Yes!"

  The dull voice sounded, and the vindictiveness rose on the captain riding the heavy armor. The teammates behind quickly cooperated, the light flickered, and a light fell on him.

  Spell: Charge!

   "Charge!"

  Da! clatter! clatter!

  The speed of ten knights burst out instantly, charging at extreme speed.

  (End of this chapter)