At this time, there are more than 20,000 players in Wetland City who have tried their best to get to the Space Magic Tower, but there are still a large number of players rushing to Wetland City.
After all, this is the first city that players truly own, and almost all guilds choose to set up their headquarters here.
A large number of life players have settled here, and various industrial chains have been formed.
For example, weapon manufacturing, armor manufacturing, ore transportation, magic material transportation, etc.
The place where Moulton appeared happened to be above the headquarters of the Fat Cat Guild.
The guild of Mao Xiaopang is relatively low-key. Although it has a relatively large number of people, with more than 300 people, the purpose of their guild is to play happily. Unlike most guilds that strive for the title of the strongest in the server, they prefer to play life and professional games. The people in the guild Players are either a scenery party or a life flash digging party.
Of course, such a guild cannot be high-profile.
But... this does not mean that this guild's combat effectiveness is poor.
On the contrary, the cohesion of this kind of guild will be much stronger than that of ordinary fighting guilds.
So when the logistics director roared loudly, the players in the Mao Xiaopang Guild subconsciously threw out all the inventory in their hands.
When more than a dozen dimensional anchors were stacked together in the air, the magical light was extremely bright. If Molton was only discovered by people from the Cat Little Fatty Guild just now, now everyone in the city has seen this light.
In this light, the extremely conspicuous dark red blood bar above Moulton's head was as obvious as the moon in the dark night.
After a brief hesitation, a roar of surprise sounded almost at the same time.
Then there was the sound of a large number of weapons being unsheathed.
Then more dimensional anchor scrolls were thrown out, and in less than ten seconds, there were at least nearly 40 dimensional anchor scrolls stacked around Moulton.
Because it is the same magic, it can be superimposed almost infinitely.
It's like throwing dry cement powder into a reservoir.
It is becoming more and more viscous, or solid.
The effects of dimensional anchor scrolls vary in intensity, but no matter how strong they are, Morton can still use his mental power to break away from the effects caused by a dozen dimensional anchors before, but now he was stunned when more than 40 dimensional anchor scrolls were thrown at him. , even if he is the strongest space mage in the main plane, he cannot struggle against the 'net' laid by more than forty dimensional anchor scrolls.
He looked around and saw a large number of Golden Sons rushing over with weapons raised and shouts.
The whole city was boiling with excitement, and howls of excitement filled the sky.
Even a strong man like Moulton saw a dense crowd of people rushing towards him on the street, and many light-bodied Golden Sons jumped onto the roof of the street, and then began to bend their bows and fire arrows.
At this moment, Moulton seemed to see the sea of insects in the devil world.
There was oil and black in all directions, densely packed, and endless small things were attacking him.
He shuddered subconsciously and roared: "Elford, how dare you lie to me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw countless arrows shooting at him from behind and behind.
It seemed like it was raining heavily and continuously.
Opening up his magic shield, Morton flew upwards with all his strength. Although he avoided most of the arrows, at least a hundred of them hit his shield.
After all, he is a legend, and his magic shield is very strong. These hundreds of arrows did not pose any threat to him at all. After it reached a certain level, he pointed downwards: "Bolide is falling."
Huge bolides fall from the sky and can be seen clearly even in the daytime.
When tens of thousands of players below saw this scene, they all screamed.
"Damn it, this boss is too cruel. He is trying to destroy our home."
"Who can stop this meteor?"
"Damn it, let him blow it up. We'll build it later. Don't let the boss escape."
"You idiots at the boss's feet, run quickly, the bolide will fall where you are."
Many players who were already in the "fall point" of the bolide wanted to run away, but there were too many players rushing towards the Boss at the same time. They couldn't retreat at all, so they simply used their most powerful long-range attack methods before dying. Hilton greeted.
The huge bolide dragged a long flame tail and crashed to the ground.
All the buildings in the city were shaking.
A small mushroom cloud rose, and a deafening explosion spread, accompanied by huge air waves.
At the center of the corruption, at least three hundred players were directly charred in the explosion, and about a hundred others were killed by the flames and air waves of the explosion.
A fireball caused a deep crater of at least 400 square meters.
The pitch-black pit and the rising black smoke illustrate how terrifying this spell is.
A large number of buildings around the pit collapsed.
Such a five-ring group attack spell can cause huge panic in any country or city.
Moulton retracted his fingers and looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.
I thought that even the Golden Son would be scared after seeing such a terrifying sight.
After all, not everyone is a lunatic like Roland.
Then the next second, he was targeted by more arrows and magic.
Looking at the arrow rising from his feet like a black cloud, Moulton's face was stunned, and then he took off in an emergency.
No matter how strong his magic shield is, he doesn't want to resist such a large number of sounding arrows.
Moreover, these arrows are all shot by professionals, so they are quite powerful.
After rising higher, only a few arrows could barely reach him.
Moulton felt a little safer, and then the next second, all kinds of negative magic was cast on him.
What kind of debilitating spell, reducing strength, draining energy, etc.
This is not over yet. I don't know when, a group of girls suddenly appeared outside the city. All the girls were riding on white horses, and two of them even rode unicorns.
They waved their hands, and a large number of flying summoned beasts appeared, densely packed like a dark cloud.
Seeing this scene, Moulton couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
These sons of gold on the ground are not afraid of death and are extremely troublesome.
He did not run away because these people seemed unable to fly and could not threaten him. At the same time, his legendary status also made him unwilling to escape without any danger.
But when a large number of flying summoned beasts appear, the situation is different.
"Damn it." Moulton finally felt that the situation was a bit troublesome.
He took a deep breath and began to fly out of the city, intending to leave the range of the dimensional anchor and teleport away.
However, as soon as he saw him moving outside, many fast players also moved with him.
He also threw dimensional anchor scrolls at Morton's side from time to time.
Looking at the dimensional anchors unfolding around him, Moulton felt a headache.
How come these sons of gold are so rich? They must have thrown away almost a hundred dimensional anchor scrolls.
No matter how cheap this thing is, it still costs a gold coin.
In other words, just by throwing away the Dimensional Anchor Scroll, these Sons of Gold threw away more than a hundred gold coins.
Should it be so wasteful
In fact, Moulton didn't know that most of the dimensional anchor scrolls in the hands of players were produced by Wetland City.
Beta didn't learn much magic in the Red Magic Tower, but he did learn the ability to make magic scrolls. Moreover, the production volume is large and the cost is low. Each dimensional anchor scroll only costs about thirty silver coins.
In addition, he is the city lord of Wetland City and has recruited a large number of NPC subordinates. It is too easy to build an industrial chain here.
Acquire materials, make scrolls, and sell one dragon.
Therefore, as long as it is a guild, it will purchase magic scrolls from Beta, whether it is dimensional anchor scrolls or language proficiency skills, and will always keep a batch in the guild warehouse.
This is also the main source of income for Wetland City government agencies.
All in all, there isn't much else in Wetland City, except for the magic scrolls.
Because of their ability to teleport, space mages are not very good at studying flying magic.
As long as it can fly, it's okay as long as the speed is passable. No matter how fast the flying speed is, can it be as powerful as my teleportation and teleportation
Therefore, Moulton's flying speed is about eighteen meters per second.
Not too slow, but not too fast either.
Seeing him flying out of the outer city, a dark sea of players ran behind him.
While running, someone threw negative magic and dimensional anchor scrolls.
But after all, running is not as fast as flying, and soon the players on the ground are gradually thrown away.
Seeing that Morton was about to escape the restricted range of the dimensional anchor, the players became a little anxious and shouted.
"The boss is about to escape. He will definitely be teleported when he gets out of the range of the dimensional anchor. Who can find a way to restrain him?"
"Damn it, why are all these bosses so good at running away? The Black Angel above is like this, and this one is like this too."
"Tie the scroll to the arrow and shoot it."
"good idea."
After all, there are some players who are more flexible in their brains. As soon as they shouted this, the players who responded quickly immediately followed it.
Morton looked at the scope of the dimensional anchor right in front of him, and when he was about to fly out and felt very happy, he suddenly saw several very different 'big-headed arrows' suddenly flying past him, and then bloomed. A transparent streak of light.
Several more dimensional anchor magics spread around Morton.
Moulton was stunned at first, and then veins popped out on his forehead.
These golden sons are sick. They spend so many resources to keep themselves. Are they crazy, or what
Is this necessary
Just when he was angry, a large number of Pu Teng Pu Teng's voices came from behind him. When he looked back, he found that there were a large number of flying summoned beasts.
At this moment, he took a deep breath in his chest. When he saw the flying summoned beast coming towards him, he said angrily: "Get out of here."
As he roared, a giant whirlwind took shape, 'flying' at an extremely fast speed, stirring up a large area of air flow, directly sucking a large group of flying creatures into it, and twisting it into pieces of flesh and blood all over the sky.
Many players were also involved and disappeared into the distance with the tornado.
Seeing that the flying summons had disappeared, Moulton snorted and seemed a little proud.
Then he turned around and continued flying forward. He didn't believe it. He was flying in the air and still couldn't get rid of the barbarians running on the ground
Just as he was thinking this, there was suddenly a strange roaring sound behind him.
He looked back and saw several strange wooden birds following him. There was a rotating wind blade in front of the left and right wings of these strange wooden birds. When they rotated rapidly, they looked like two transparent ones. disc.
Moulton was stunned, what the hell is this.
Not to mention Moulton, almost all the players were stunned.
It's not surprising that a human-powered aircraft can keep up with Moulton's flying speed, but... the players' perspectives are different.
The left and right wings of these human-powered aircraft are double-layered, which makes the wings stronger and ensures that the wings will not fall apart even if the materials are not up to standard.
But the problem is... there is a player hanging on the lower wings on the left and right sides.
These players hook their legs upside down on the lower wing of the aircraft, and then draw their bows and shoot arrows while hanging upside down.
After shooting an arrow, he took out another one from the space backpack.
More than a dozen planes chased him up, down, left, and right, with an archer hanging upside down from the left and right wings of each plane.
All kinds of volleys of arrows lead the arrows to fly horizontally.
He literally shot out the aura of the MiG corridor in the air.
"Is this the legendary human-powered intelligent self-aiming cannon?"
The players were shocked.
Which guild player is this, so good at playing
Outside the city, the girls from the Phoenix Guild were chasing after Moulton, and they naturally saw the dozen 'combination' planes in the sky.
"These men are really children. It's hard for them to come up with such playful tricks."
"Men will always be children until they die. This game only magnifies their childlike innocence."
While the two girls were talking, more than a dozen planes quickly caught up with Moulton and bit behind him.
Moulton was shot at by more than twenty archers, and the magic shield behind his back kept dinging. Although it could not break his defense for the time being, it made him extremely upset.
With a roar, he turned around and fired an instant air bubble.
The aircraft behind them reacted very quickly and dispersed immediately, and one aircraft even performed a showy maneuver such as rolling around.
Then the two players hanging under the wings were miserable. They were like two stones on a sling, straightening from left to right into a straight line, spinning in circles as the plane turned.
At the same time, they let out shrill screams that could be heard clearly even on the ground.
so poor!
Of course, some special players expressed different views.
"It looks so cool. It's more fun than riding a roller coaster. I really want to try it."
After these planes dispersed, they surrounded Moulton on the left and right. At the same time, there were also 'human cannons' that shot out dimensional anchors from time to time, continuing to block Moulton's space teleportation ability.
"These evil ways, these damn flies." Moulton pointed at one of the nearest human-powered aircraft: "The Great Disintegration Technique."
In his opinion, something like this that could fly into the air must be some kind of very special magic device.
As for why the magic is not felt, it should be because a magic circle is used to cover up the magic, allowing this special flying magic device to have the ability to sneak in for reconnaissance.
As long as the object is made with magic, it will lose its magic effect even if it does not fall apart under the Great Disintegration Technique.
However, to his surprise, after being hit by the Great Disintegration Technique, the flying magic device not only did not fall apart, but could actually continue to fly without any problems.
Could it be that the Great Disintegration Technique has failed
Just as he was thinking this, he saw a certain Golden Son hanging under the magic device screaming in panic.
The magic equipment on this person was dispersed into magic element particles.
became**.
It's very eye-catching.
A long flesh maggot flutters in the strong wind, which is very magical.
And disgusting!