I Have a Doomsday City

The dwarf ruled a look of fatigue. The thick, dark hair and beards also appeared at the moment when the mechanical cymbals appeared, almost gray, and the wrinkles on the face were a little deeper. It looked as if they were all old. ;

"You forced me, you forced me, ..." The dwarf was blinded by his eyes, murmured in the air, holding his scepter in his right hand.

"What the **** is this?" Song Jian's eyes narrowed, and the mechanical cymbal in front of him was covered in heavy armor. The surface of his body was painted with complex magic lines. These lines were slightly radiant and looked very mysterious. There was a burst of roar, and every time I took a step forward, it made a mountain-like shaking sound, and stepped on the hard concrete road.

"The fifteenth-level elite boss ..." Song Jian felt a heavy sense of oppression from this mechanical urn, as if he was facing the Lord of the Dragon Lord at the beginning.

Although it is only a fifteenth-level elite boss, the blood value of this mechanical maggot has enough 10,000 points, so Song Jian couldn't help taking a breath.

"How is this possible, even if it is the 20th, no, 30th elite boss, it is impossible to have such a high blood value!" Song Jian secretly said.

But soon, Song Jian saw a five-minute countdown just above the head of the mechanized grate;

"Can it only be summoned for five minutes?" Song Jian glanced at the dwarf leader sitting paralyzed, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Dididi ~

A red light bloomed in the eyes of the mechanical cymbal, sweeping towards Song Jian;

"Find the target and start locking ..."

"Target locked, mission required, destroy target at all costs ..."

A series of mechanical sounds emanated from the body of the mechanical puppet, as if there was an artificial intelligence controlling the puppet.

Huh ~

The mechanical cymbal waved a long axe more than three meters in his hand and smashed it towards Song Jian. For a moment, the surrounding air was squeezed by the heavy axe's heavy pressure, and the onlookers' faces changed greatly. I just felt the wind blowing, as if a blade was cutting on my cheek, I couldn't help moving back.

Suddenly, within a ten-meter radius, only Song Jianhe was in front of the machine;

When Song Jian's face changed, he immediately fled and retreated. This attack, even him, had no confidence to resist, but could only dodge.

Huh!

The ground was smashed by a large axe with a diameter of three meters, and a huge crack spread out of the pit and extended seven or eight meters forward.

Even if he diddge, Song Jian felt a strong force coming from the front, the waves rolled, and he directly flew him a few meters back in midair, and fell to the ground fiercely.

"Here, this is a war machine!" Song Jian's expression on the face was prudent, and he looked up at the countdown on the top of the mechanical hoe.

"Song Jian, you can't be this mechanical puppet's opponent. It is a war weapon of our dwarves, just like the ancient war tree of the elves. It is not allowed to be summoned unless it is important ..." At this point, he stood up, showing a look of resentment in his old face, pointing at Song Jian with a scepter and saying, "I have spent fifteen years of my life this time, and a weapon of superb blue quality. Before summoning it, even in the face of a hundred-man army, it can defeat them all! "

Watching Song Jian in the attack of the mechanical cymbals, like a mouse hiding in Tibet, the dwarf commander couldn't help but make a happy laugh.

The onlookers saw Song Jian fall into the downwind and started to move, but the attacks of the mechanical puppets were all range attacks. Some players approached a few meters and were scared back by the damage of the mechanical puppets and almost hung up;

Song Jian looked coldly at the mechanical cymbal rushing towards himself, suddenly the figure flashed, turned into a dark shadow, and ran towards the distance;

"Escape, escape?" The dwarf leader suddenly felt dumbfounded. Although the mechanical cymbals also strode forward toward Song Jian, but its large size and speed were short board, even if he wanted to chase, he could not catch up with Song Jian.

Such a war machine is often used in the battle of tens of thousands of people. Once the enemy flees, it is a defeat; the role of the mechanical puppet is to attack the enemy, not to hunt down the fleeing enemy.

After fighting with the mechanical puppet for a while, Song Jian noticed its short board sharply, the sword shadow step was exhibited, and he fled tens of meters away.

There are less than three minutes to summon the mecha cymbals. As long as Song Jian has survived this time, he will be back again. How much life and high-quality weapons can the Dwarven Command consume?

Seeing the cold smile on Song Jian's face, the dwarf leader only felt cold all over. After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly got into the smithy, and after a short time, he packed up a large package and resisted it on his shoulders. It seems to be ready to give up here and escape.

"Well, you can't go ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ We all take the reward task. If you run, if we complete the task, who do we ask for the task reward?" A player saw the dwarf commanding preparation Run away, quickly stop it, shouted dissatisfied.

The dwarf rules "..."

P, can you complete the wanted task, don't you have points in your heart? If you really have the ability to do it, I will run away?

"Yes, you can't run. Your wanted task has no time limit. Sooner or later, we may probably be able to complete it. Where can I find you for the task reward? You can't go!" There was a player's righteousness to grab the dwarf. Said the leader's arm.

"Just like you, I can hit you eight with one hand, do you believe it?" The dwarf commanded a glance at this newly completed inaugural mission, only the tenth-level warrior professional player, full of contempt.

After a while, the seven or eight players who took the wanted mission immediately leaked the water around the dwarf, and resolutely let it go.

"You're going to let go, I'm going to do it!" The dwarf commanded a dreary and horrible complexion, but the time for the mech's call was approaching, and it was too late to leave.

"Don't let it go, don't let it die!" Some players shouted. "Unless you compensate us for our losses, we all took the task. As soon as you left, this task failed, and you have to compensate for our loss! "

"Yes, you have to compensate for our losses." The eyes of other players turned around, and suddenly a look of joy appeared on their faces. Other players who did n’t connect to the mission immediately took a breath of air. “Even npc dares to blackmail, you are going to heaven!”

The dwarven leader looked at these players in front of him. None of them had a level higher than thirteen, and he regretted it for a while. Such a strength, how dare he even dare to open the task? Why didn't I set a threshold?

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