Ushering In The Internet Era In The Magical World Chapter 112: The Dwarf King

"Boom boom boom!"

Without waiting for Mananxi to react, the players surrounding the orcs were already greeted by a wave of bullets with quick eyes and hands.

Even though the orcs and beasts have keen intuition, they were shot in succession when they were suddenly attacked.

"Damn! They have fire guns, fire guns! Fire guns!"

The orc finally reacted, and subconsciously solved the dwarf firecrackers wrapped in cloth, and fired "bang-bang-bang" on both sides.

For a time, the gunfire broke out.

Mananxi turned around to flee, but when she saw the orc pull out the firecracker, a crazy idea quickly formed in her mind.

"Ready to perform melee combat! Hurry!"

Mananxi yelled in the team channel.

The players who were going to be a bird and beast dispersal, rushed over subconsciously after hearing the sound.

Mananxi releases a light body of wind, like a big human-shaped bird, and rushes down the mountain bag.

Not yet near, she directly released the magician's classic start-up magic-Light Element · Shine!

In an instant, she turned into a dazzling sun, falling from the sky!

Even in broad daylight, the orcs subconsciously closed their eyes. They wanted to shoot at the sun, but the first round of hurried shooting had already emptied the only bullet in the firecracker.

The players are already there without waiting for them to reload!

Some grabbed the orc’s ankles from the ground while pinching their heads into ground stabs to implement the tactics.

Some pierced straight with their swords, subconsciously using fighting skills.

Others turned out, clasped their fists in both hands, turned into giant hammers, and dropped for ten times in one effort.

These orcs are worthy of being the elite warriors among the orcs. In the face of this sudden blow, even if their eyes are blinded, the terrifying instinct of the beast still makes them subconsciously dodge.

Even fight back!

It's just that they suddenly realized the preciousness of dwarven weapons when they raised their hands.

In an instant, they hesitated.

It's this momentary hesitation, no matter how terrible the instinct of the beast is, it can't save them.

"Get out!"

"Ah--"

The orcs are roaring! Screaming!

The decisive person, smash the fire as a sword;

Those who hesitate, have a stomachache, and die.

When Mananxi plunged into the orcs, the magicians carefully cultivated by the Kver Empire showed amazing lethality!

The yellow sand swept across the battlefield, blinding the remaining orcs again.

A series of ice ridges are more efficient than bullets, bleeding and disabling, and harvesting lives;

The most terrifying thing is that Mananxi's elective mind system magic—a mind storm, completely disrupted the sanity of the flesh and blood body.

After more than ten breaths, the yellow sand in the sky cleared, the horses screamed and ran away, and the blood covered the corpse!

"Captain, didn't you say that they are elite orc warriors?"

Nishizawa asked with a look of surprise. This was the first time he felt the power of an orthodox magician.

This kind of power is not strong enough to cast a certain powerful magic, but a comprehensive application of multiple basic magic, and even the judgment of the battlefield situation!

"They are indeed elite orc warriors, but when they pick up the firecrackers, they are not."

Mananxi showed a smug look, proud of his judgment.

"How many people died on our side?"

"Three people!"

Magic puppets will die completely only if the core magic pattern is destroyed.

From this we can also see how terrible these orc warriors are!

"Clean the battlefield, retreat!"

Mananxi had no time to sort out the gains and losses, so he quickly ordered.

The players didn't need her instructions, they had already touched the corpses.

Be aware that for players, touching the corpse is an important income second only to merit. This is an instinctive behavior habit.

After a few breaths, the players finished touching the corpses, rolled up their spoils, sank into the ground, and fleeed away.

Mananxi is limited by the body of a multi-element puppet, and escape will consume a lot of magic power, so she did not choose to escape, but released the magical light body and walked away.

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"Court, I will kill you!"

In the main plane of Draenor·The Palace of Brutal Beasts, the Beast God Bruman's body suddenly opened his eyes and roared hysterically!

Rolling divine power, shaking the hall, buzzing.

Court is the name of the Dwarf King.

Just now, the beast **** Bruman suddenly received news that the magical puppets under the command of the Internet God of Duffy suddenly attacked the major tribes.

To be honest, magic puppets are harassing the orc tribe every day, so this is not enough to make Bruman angry.

What really made him gaffe was that a lot of dwarf fireballs appeared in the hands of these magic puppets.

These fire guns are even better than his!

This scene caused Bruman to burst into a thunderous rush.

He realized that he was pitted by the Dwarf King!

"Huh...huh..."

Brumann's eyes are red, and his eyes are burning with anger, gleaming with infinite madness.

Suddenly, he sat on the **** seat and closed his eyes.

In an instant, a projection of the **** descended on the world of dwarves——Dark Pothole·Kesadum.

At the foot of the Lone Mountain, which is crowned with the towering majesty and majesty of Kesardum, two stone sculptures of dwarves with a hundred feet of hammer and shield stand at the entrance of the Lone Mountain.

Bluman, wearing a black armor, walked over the long stone path step by step and came over.

"Beast God, why are you here again? Hiccup..."

With the sound of wine hiccups, it came from the entrance of the Gushan Mountain faintly.

"Are you going to stop me?"

Brumman's voice is cold.

"Hiccup...Don't dare, please!"

Brumman snorted coldly, he really hoped that the mountain guard would stop him, so that he could take the opportunity to kill! What a pity...a bunch of cowards!

After stepping into the cave, the road becomes darker and darker, and the mountain road in front of you is even more accessible.

The Beast God has been here several times, but he still feels dizzy.

Fortunately, a little fireflies appeared in the front, it was the torch of the mountain guard, guiding him forward.

I don't know how long it took, and his eyes suddenly opened up, and he finally stepped into the core city of Lonely Mountain-the blast furnace cave.

This is a huge underground space, with stalactites hanging above the dome, and strips of fluorescent minerals, just like the stars in the night sky.

The underground, intricate stone roads are like the intestines of the enemy~IndoMTL.com~ extends in all directions.

There are clanging irons everywhere;

There are drunken shouts and fights everywhere;

Bruman, with a calm face, followed the mountain guard, walked across the long stone bridge, and finally stopped in the central hall of the cave.

These **** dwarfs are holding a banquet again!

The wide stone hall is full of dwarves drinking dwarfs. The smell of alcohol in the air is disgusting!

Court, the dwarf king with a white beard and leather armor, sat slumped on the throne of the soldiers drunk.

When he saw the arrival of the beast god, he sneered and said: "Bluman, take my weapon and don't grab the plane. What are you doing here? Is it possible that you still want me to provide maintenance services? Haha..."

The dwarves who were drinking in the main hall laughed at the words.

Brumman smiled angrily at this absurd scene.

"A idiot whose brain is full of drinks, really thinks I can get a benefit if you play it? Believe it or not, I give up a plane and have to attack Kaiser Dumu, so that you group of dwarves will never have peace! "

Huh!

The huge stone palace suddenly quieted down.

One by one, the dwarves with red noses and red hair stood up, and the thick fingers of turnip touched the sledgehammer on his waist.

Behind the Throne of Soldier Tomb, two scarlet lanterns light up, which are the light-sensitive organs of giant worms.

"What do you mean, Bruman, the beast god?"

The dwarf king sat up straight, with bloodshot eyes, a braided beard, trembling slightly, that is the ultimate anger-dwarves hate others for calling them dwarves!

"Don't understand what I mean?"

Brumman laughed anxiously, and with a wave of his hand, he crackled countless metal creations and spilled the hall.

"Tell me, what are these? Ah!"

The roaring sound shook the hall dust.