How Did It Become a River Crab?

"A novel point of view." VE was noncommittal. In his opinion, the information given by Esdeth was of little significance, because the stage of this dungeon was obviously locked in Snow Country, and players were unlikely to have the opportunity to go to the empire. , Participate in the internal struggle of black eating black.

But Mo Lan, who was on the side, looked in the direction of the sea after listening to it, and seemed to be thinking about something.

After asking the first question, VE immediately asked the second question that players are most concerned about: "What is the name of the Teigu seal that seals you? Is there any way to break it?"

"That crystal..." Esdeth glanced at the ice edge on his body, with a calm expression, "[Seal Crystal Blood Altar], the effect is that you can seal a person's Teigu by sacrificing their lives. The more people sacrificed, the better the effect, and when it reaches 1 people, which is the number the Snow King uses to deal with me, the sealing ability will reach its limit."

"This Teigu was actually a kind of deterrent at the beginning. Its purpose was to intimidate those alien races. This crystal will swallow people directly into it. It is very suitable for dealing with enemy prisoners of war. Sealing Teigu is just an icing on the cake effect. It's nothing compared to that headband on Ster."

"Can the effect of this crystal be reversed?" VE asked, "Maybe we can find a way."

"There is... and it's a very simple and crude method. As long as the Teigu itself is destroyed, half of the seal on my body will be loosened. As for the other half... unfortunately, it seems to be irreversible."

Esdeth smiled, "As the name suggests, the Sealing Crystal is a red crystal with the height of a hill. My scout reported that this Teigu is now placed in the little prince's camp. The imperial guards are in charge of protection."

"Unfortunately, my current body...is not strong enough to lead soldiers into the formation and destroy that crystal. If you can...I guarantee that you will get the rewards you deserve."

Hearing this sentence, the players' eyes lit up, the important branch line finally came!

The full three-hour battle interval is naturally not used to raise goldfish for the players. Now, the player team has an important branch line that can be executed. Once you help Esdeth lift the seal, not only will you get a lot of merit , the difficulty of the final battle should also be greatly reduced.

With the mission in place, what needs to be decided now is the candidate for execution.

VE exchanged glances with the players, nodded to Esdeth, and turned around to discuss the strategy and candidates for sneaking into the enemy camp.

But at this moment, Mo Lan suddenly took two steps forward, and said to Esdeth, "General, do you have any... fruit here?"

VE and Estes, who turned halfway around, were stunned at the same time, and looked at Mo Lan on the ground with blank eyes.

"Fruit?" Estes repeated. "What do you want this for?"

"Battle needs, battle needs." Mo Lan wanted to scratch her head, but found that the eight-treasure porridge moved forward in her sleep, and simply scratched the baby dragon's head, "As long as it is fruit, I don't pick it, is there any?"

"Yes, yes...we brought some oranges when we came by boat." Esdes nodded, and took out an orange from the basket beside the tent, ready to hand it to Mo Lan.

"Don't worry!" Mo Lan turned her head abruptly and closed her eyes, "Please put it in my hand, thank you!"

"..." Esdeth looked dazed, but still cooperated and put the orange in Mo Lan's hand.

"Thank you for your cooperation." Mo Lan put the oranges in his hand into his backpack, and then heaved a sigh of relief, and said to Estes, "In addition, the general can give me a map of the empire, and help me find someone who is good enough , is the guide accurate enough?"

"I have a guide who has been strengthened by Teigu, and his pointing ability is extremely accurate. He is in the tent next door. If you need to go to him, just tell him that I agree."

Hearing these words, Mo Lan's eyes lit up, and then she nodded to Esdesh, turned and left the camp.

"So, Mo Lan, what's the use of this fruit?" After walking out of the camp, VE asked in puzzlement, "Could it be that you have the ability to eat fruit to become stronger?"

"No, it's a skill that becomes stronger for eating fruit."

As Mo Lan said, he gave the oranges to Su Cai, and with Su Cai's cooperation, he showed off his fruit flying technique.

Seeing the river crabs cruising infinitely in mid-air, VE gradually petrified.

"Damn chicken, is this okay?"

Chapter 92 Didn't our gun barrel ever install...

After the initial shock, VE, a professional player, quickly thought of one thing, and that was Mo Lan's skill, which was very suitable for sneaking into the enemy's rear.

Just find a way to launch the fruit around the enemy's camp, and let Mo Lan fly with the fruit in the sky. Due to the effect of the skill, Mo Lan can land without injury, and because of the passive effect of his [Neutral Creature], he is flying on the ground. After that, you can immediately hide your body and enter the enemy camp to obtain information.

As for what to use to launch the fruit... the mortar is still empty there.

The scouts have already told the players the location of the Snow King's camp. Perhaps because of the need for a quick battle, the Snow King's camp is much closer than imagined, just behind the mountains at the end of the plain, within the range of the mortar, Just enough to shoot Mo Lan halfway up the mountain and let him roll all the way to the camp.

At the same time, VE also volunteered and decided to sneak into the enemy camp by burrowing into the ground, and act together with Mo Lan to find a way to destroy the [Blood Sealing Crystal Blood Altar].

As for the remaining three players, they are not good at this kind of infiltration work. They will stay in the camp and look for some other feasible side tasks. The remaining three still have some chances to complete the task.

"Nangong, can I ask you something?"

Before setting off, Mo Lan walked around the guide's tent first, and then approached Nangong furtively, "What's the matter?"

"It's about invention."

"Good talk, good talk."

"I want to ask, is it possible for you to make such a thing, it can be placed on my head, and then I can control..."

After a while, Nangong nodded solemnly and saluted Mo Lan.

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

"Okay, I'll leave it to you!"

After explaining this matter, Mo Lan and VE were also ready to set off.

According to the plan, VE will arrive at the enemy camp about half an hour after Mo Lan arrives. Mo Lan's task is to find out the situation in the camp first, understand the situation as much as possible, and then cooperate with VE to act together.

At the same time, Mo Lan also needs to make some arrangements that are beneficial to the battle as much as possible.For this reason, VE gave him the golden hemorrhoid... Yi Guishen's "relic", the remote control C4 bomb and the genuine medicine set.

Before leaving, the eight-treasure porridge on top of Mo Lan's head finally woke up. When the little guy woke up, he found that the "cushion" he saw before was actually a green crab. He couldn't help but fly around Mo Lan several times curiously, with red eyes. He stared at Mo Lan and blinked, looking quite happy.

"Go back and harass your mother." Mo Lan used the pliers to lick Baby Dragon's chin, and sent it back to Yang Shuli, "Okay, inventor, prepare for the launch process!"

"Yes sir!" Nangong saluted, took Mo Lan's fruit, and stuffed it into the mortar.

At this time, Mo Lan suddenly thought of a very serious problem.

"Wait..." Mo Lan shrank his prostate suddenly, raised his pliers and said, "Has this mortar...washed?"

"Why do you need to wash?" Nangong Dumeng asked.

"Pause……"

"Fire!!" VE on the side suddenly yelled loudly, and fired the fruit out with telekinetic force!

"The only brother, I'll fuck you... Squeeze me out!"

The next moment, Mo Lan wailed and flew into the sky towards an invisible distance, leaving behind only a hiss that resounded through the sky.

"I don't want to eat fruit with shit ahhhhhhhhhhhhh—"

Mo Lan's voice gradually became softer, and as VE "watched off with tears", she flew into the distant sky.

Those who persuade others to play with shit will end up being played with by shit, and the cycle of karma and retribution is not good.

In fact, there is no projectile residue inside the mortar made from the design drawings. This is the mechanism of the item itself. Mo Lan's worry about falling into the excrement does not exist, but even so, the mid-air Looking at the orange in front of her, Mo Lan still felt very frightened...

Probably this is self-inflicted.

The time for the oranges to fly in the air is not too long. Not long after, Mo Lan followed the rotten oranges and landed halfway up the mountain. The moment he touched the oranges, he put them into his backpack. After escaping, he rolled down the mountainside and rolled into the camp of the alien race.

Poking his head out of a snowdrift, Mo Lan looked at his HP, and found that this wave of high-altitude invincible Hot Wheels had rolled away about 10% of his HP, which was within an acceptable range.

Immediately, Mo Lan began to observe the alien camp.

Compared with the relatively simple tents of the imperial army, this camp is obviously much more luxurious, not only for gathering waves of troops, the scale is two to three times that of the imperial army, even the appearance of the tents is full of the wild style of foreign races , fur and animal ivory decorations can be seen everywhere, and some luxurious camps even use human bones as decorations, which look quite hideous.

There were a lot of foreign soldiers in the camp. Seven or eight soldiers walked past Mo Lan just for a few seconds, but due to the special effects of [Neutral Creatures], no one noticed Mo Lan's existence.

He observed the soldiers passing by. Everyone had a more or less tired look on their faces. It was estimated that they had just been transferred from the huge snow kingdom behind them, and they were about to go to the battlefield to fight against the imperial army.

Naturally, this camp was not the base camp of the foreign race in the Snow Country, but a front-line fortress. The foreign soldiers were dispatched from the rear, hoarding wave after wave of offensives and forming a millstone to crush the imperial army.

The number of troops assembled in this way is guaranteed, but the quality is uneven, and it is difficult to maintain a high level of morale. If Mo Lan and VE can make a big wave here, it will be a big deal for these troops. For soldiers who had been tortured by Lawton once, it would be a severe blow to morale.

After briefly judging the situation, Mo Lan walked towards the rear of the entire camp.

On the way, Mo Lan saw a rather huge dark blue tent covered with bone decorations and a totem with a crown painted on it. A sense of oppression generated by the system and used for warning came from it, presumably it was a foreign race. The young leader of the Snow King camped out.

Looking back along the big tent, Mo Lan saw a cave dug out at the foot of the mountain. In front of the cave stood seven or eight fully armed alien guards. The entrance of the cave was sealed with a heavy stone door and a large lock The prison was stuck, and Mo Lan estimated that it would be difficult for the C4 in his hand to blow up such a gate.

There are several grooves extending from the cave. At this moment, several foreign soldiers are escorting people dressed as slaves to the groove. Wearing totem robes, a middle-aged foreign race with a solemn face stands among them and mutters, as if Doing some kind of sacrifice.

After praying, the foreign soldiers cut the slave's throat with a knife. The slave struggled a few times and then fell silent. The blood slipped into the groove along the neck and flowed towards the back of the door.

According to this barbarian's urine, there is a high probability that behind this giant gate is their sacrificial or worship object, and at the current stage, the most worthy of worship by these barbarians... I guess it is the [Seal Crystal].

Mo Lan took a look, the groove was only the size of a mug, and she couldn't get in by herself.And that lock must at least be broken by self-detonation. After self-destruction and resurrection, the enemy will definitely protect the crystal tightly, and there is no guarantee that a BOSS-level figure like the Snow King will find him out.

Seeing that the risk of self-explosion was too great, Mo Lan focused his attention on the middle-aged priest who had just finished the bloody sacrifice and was respectfully respected by the surrounding soldiers, with a perverted smile on his face.

He pinched [No Yolk Egg] in his tongs, and followed the pace of the priest leaving.

Chapter 93 Invite a Fellow

The priest in robes walked towards the depths of the camp, received the worship of the surrounding soldiers, and strolled back to his private tent.

Just like many snowfields and prairie countries, the priests of the Snow Country have a very lofty status in the camp. It can be said that it is only second to the Snow King and his senior generals. The role of this level can be said to be smooth in the camp. Unimpeded, respected.

He and several other priests of the same level are the soul mentors in the camp, responsible for unlocking the lost soldiers, so that they can hold their weapons firmly under the guidance of the "gods" and defeat the enemies of the Snow Country.

What's funny is that this priest himself... is the person who least believes in gods. In his view, prayer and sacrifice itself are just a false but useful consolation. His task is to protect this falsehood and let the soldiers learn from it. Gain strength and make more contributions to Snow Country.Only in this way can his respected status be guaranteed.

Lifting the curtain, the priest sat down in the luxuriously decorated private tent, sighed a little tiredly, picked up the iron pot on the side, poured the half-warm hot milk into the porcelain cup, and wanted to take a sip to relax Nerves tight.

But when he closed his eyes and put the cup to his mouth, he suddenly felt... the milk seemed a little round.

The priest opened his eyes and found that at some point, there was a big milky white egg in his cup.

"...What?" The priest looked confused. He could 100% guarantee that there was absolutely no such egg in the cup a few seconds ago.

Just as he was about to take a look at the internal structure of the egg, the priest heard a demon whispering in his ear.

"Da Lang, it's time to eat eggs!"

The priest was startled at first, and then he saw a green-horned worm with eye-catching eyes suddenly appearing on the ground at some point. The worm twitched its mouthparts and smiled evilly. The egg bounced straight into his mouth!

"Nissen, whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-"

"Shout it, shout your throat, even if your throat is broken, you won't come to save you!" Mo Lan laughed wildly: "How is it, is it big?"

"Houdai, Houlansou (so big, so uncomfortable)——"

"It's okay to be uncomfortable, let me eat it!" Mo Lan smashed the egg into the priest's mouth with a [river crab dash], then sat on the priest's face with her backhand, and pressed the egg directly into the priest's mouth with her body , With the "joint efforts" of many parties, the priest moved his throat and swallowed the whole egg into his stomach.

"Woo... vomit..." The priest lay on the ground, holding his throat in pain, but the power of the eggless egg had already taken effect and spread into his limbs and bones. No matter how much he vomited, he could only vomit dry water.

"You... If I am poisoned, the whole camp will not let you go!" The priest pointed at Mo Lan with a pale face, and said angrily, "You shameless, bottomless, bold... brother ! We finally meet!"