Chapter 67 Resurrection
Mo Qiong never expected that he could kill the opponent by a second with a small skill.
He originally thought that this is not a game, but a real world, so the data of the Warcraft game should not be so perverted. Even if it can be used, it still has some functions.
Just like the previous mind control, fire is fire, and wind is wind. It is amazing to reflect the functionality.
Unexpectedly, here, the terrifying data of Warcraft characters is still common!
For a level 8 enemy, facing a level 110 holy priest, the level suppression is too severe, and the damage increases by about 4,000%.
This is exactly the case, the skill with tens of thousands of damage, when it was in the Summoner's Canyon, it will deal explosive damage to those heroes of more than ten levels, and the value of tens of thousands of damage.
And this eighth-level fighter, let alone the role of the League of Legends, even the bird he met before, he can't compare with it!
Mo Poor was too speechless, he really didn't expect such a brave fighter to be so weak.
Looking at the blood volume, it was only six hundred! Not even a cannon.
"It's not as good as the air of reality. How can it be not as good as a bunch of data?"
"Well... My virtuality, his reality, to me, this is just game data, but to them, it is the rules of the world? Is it the real power? Must it be obeyed?"
Mo Poor thought to himself, although this world is real, although it is much more advanced than a simple game map, it is still illusory to his own reality.
That's why his game characters can exist here, and even those game settings have become the rules here.
Even if the people here are real bodies, they must correspond to a certain number of health points according to a certain algorithm. This kind of data does not exist between them, and it is only meaningful when facing the characters who are drawn to the ink.
There is a set of rules here, but because the world is too low-level, the rules here have to adapt to the game rules brought by Mo Poor.
In other words, the game characters that Mo Poor shot at were the bugs of the universe.
"No...impossible!"
"What kind of flame is that!"
Seeing that the big knight was killed by a holy flame in an instant, the little soldiers were all frightened and cried.
This is the strongest man in their village. Although he is only an excellent fighter compared to the entire kingdom, he shouldn't die so quickly, and he has no chance to return his phone.
Although the enemy in front of me is a dragon, it is obviously a young dragon because it is too small.
The dragon mounts in World of Warcraft are really small, only a few times larger than the character model, which is too easy to be underestimated in a real world that relies on eyesight to identify strength.
The baby dragon is very weak, especially when it becomes a human form, its strength will be greatly reduced, and it can't fly. This is simply an opportunity to slay the dragon.
It's a pity that such a knight was killed by Mo Qiong lying half-lying and typing on the keyboard.
"It's over! Will the village be massacred?"
"Let's run!"
People who thought they were safe in the castle panicked and wanted to escape, but there was only one way out of the castle, but Mo Poor landed slowly at the only exit.
In this regard, everyone can only look at the motionless figure in despair.
Mo Poor didn't make any more moves, he wasn't interested in this group of people at all.
After looking around, I found that other people here are weaker. Level 1 and level 2 are everywhere, and the soldiers are only three or four levels.
In comparison, the one with the corpse lying on the ground has level 8, which is considered excellent.
"Sean... woo woo woo..." A woman not dressed like a peasant woman ran out and knelt beside the knight's body, weeping bitterly.
Her heart-piercing voice came from the earphones, making Mo Poor look sideways.
The control character walked over and wanted to speak, but found that the other party could not hear what he said through the headset.
Seeing him approaching, the woman suddenly pulled out a dagger and stabbed it at Shengmu.
"Miss, miss, miss..." She doesn't even have 1 point of compulsory damage. This woman's level is too low, only level 1, and her hit rate is directly zero.
After chopping more than a dozen times in a row, the woman found in despair that the monster in front of her didn't even have any clothes torn!
Looking up, seeing Sheng Mu's face covered under the cloak, he couldn't help but fell limp to the ground.
The race of this character is Light Forged Draenei, with eyes that are shining with holy light, paired with a paralyzed face, and a height of two meters, looking down, it looks like a god.
Although the Warcraft character model is a bit distorted and blurred compared with the people here.
Modern people on earth can tell that it is a 3D modeled character.
But this woman doesn't know what light and shadow, what material package. For her, seeing this distortion in the real world is an existence that cannot be described in words.
The woman was very desperate. Looking at the indifferent Lightcasting Draenei, she thought she was doomed, so she simply inserted the dagger into her chest backwards.
"Ugh..." The woman fell to the ground, the pool of blood spreading rapidly.
Mo Poor could see that her HP was only 100 points, but now it suddenly dropped to more than 10 points, and it is still dropping rapidly.
"Crack!" Tapped the keyboard, and flashed her recovery.
In an instant, the woman's blood bar is full, and her level is too low. This recovery will first heal more than 60,000 lives, and then it will heal thousands of thousands of lives in fifteen seconds. crit.
It can be said that she is enjoying the healing of the Holy Light every moment.
The dagger stuck in the heart was squeezed out by the instantly healed body.
Holy light continuously circulated on her body, and with her terrifying recovery ability, it was difficult for her to die.
But after enjoying the restoration of the holy light, she was stunned. In Mo Qiong's eyes, she just raised her hand and released a skill.
But in her feeling, it was a sacred and stalwart power that was poured into her body, and just a little bit of it healed her fatal wound.
The rest of the huge holy light crazily reverberated in her body, filling her limbs and bones, bringing her the ultimate sensory stimulation, refreshing to the depths of her soul.
"Ah..." The woman's body was straightened, her head was held high, and holy light radiated from her body, and the overflowing healing power became waves of pleasure that she could not imagine.
Fifteen seconds later, the woman stood there unsatisfied, her eyes were lost, and she was still reminiscing about the **** just now.
After that, she looked at Shengmu with awe. She knew that she could not take revenge, but she didn't expect that the other party would save her.
And... this divine light is too powerful, its power is simply beyond imagination.
"You killed my husband, why did you save me?" the woman mourned.
Mo Poor couldn't speak, so he had to type: "Don't get excited, I just fought back casually, I didn't expect him to be so weak."
After these words were sent out from the channel, everyone heard a woman's voice. The voice was cold and haughty, echoing in everyone's minds.
This is the only way Mo Poor can speak. This group of people speaks like a dungeon monster. While the voice can be heard, the dialog box in the lower left corner will also display text accordingly.
Similarly, when Mo Poor typed text in the dialog box, to them, it was the character of Sheng Mu who was speaking, but it was not the sound wave, but all the people present understood the meaning of that sentence from their hearts, just like Mo Poor Feel the voice of Che Yun.
It is equivalent to the voice of the soul spread by the group.
The woman had nothing to say about Mo Poor's words. There was no doubt about the strength of the other party, and it was indeed his husband who took the initiative to attack.
"The dragon clan is the enemy of mankind. As the lord here, my husband is responsible for protecting his subjects!" The woman said unwillingly.
"I'm not a dragon, that's just my mount."
As Mo Poor said, he made another red dragon and rode on it in front of them.
"So it's a magician!"
"Are you able to tame the Dragon Clan?"
"How is it possible? Dragons would rather be killed than tamed."
The people on the castle watched this scene in horror. Sheng Mu was riding on the back of the dragon, and the young dragon stood on the ground very docilely, shaking its terrifying head around.
It is precisely because I have never heard of the existence of riding a dragon, and when I was in the sky before, I only saw the dragon and did not see the person on the dragon's back, so I thought that the holy priest in front of me was transformed into a dragon.
"It turned out to be like this... Is this a misunderstanding... Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu。
Mo Poor said: "I can resurrect him and restore him to his original state, but he must answer all my questions."
"What? Resurrection?" Everyone was horrified. People were dead, but they could be resurrected?
Chapter 67 Resurrection
Mo Qiong never expected that he could kill the opponent by a second with a small skill.
He originally thought that this is not a game, but a real world, so the data of the Warcraft game should not be so perverted. Even if it can be used, it still has some functions.
Just like the previous mind control, fire is fire, and wind is wind. It is amazing to reflect the functionality.
Unexpectedly, here, the terrifying data of Warcraft characters is still common!
For a level 8 enemy, facing a level 110 holy priest, the level suppression is too severe, and the damage increases by about 4,000%.
This is exactly the case, the skill with tens of thousands of damage, when it was in the Summoner's Canyon, it will deal explosive damage to those heroes of more than ten levels, and the value of tens of thousands of damage.
And this eighth-level fighter, let alone the role of the League of Legends, even the bird he met before, he can't compare with it!
Mo Poor was too speechless, he really didn't expect such a brave fighter to be so weak.
Looking at the blood volume, it was only six hundred! Not even a cannon.
"It's not as good as the air of reality. How can it be not as good as a bunch of data?"
"Well... My virtuality, his reality, to me, this is just game data, but to them, it is the rules of the world? Is it the real power? Must it be obeyed?"
Mo Poor thought to himself, although this world is real, although it is much more advanced than a simple game map, it is still illusory to his own reality.
That's why his game characters can exist here, and even those game settings have become the rules here.
Even if the people here are real bodies, they must correspond to a certain number of health points according to a certain algorithm. This kind of data does not exist between them, and it is only meaningful when facing the characters who are drawn to the ink.
There is a set of rules here, but because the world is too low-level, the rules here have to adapt to the game rules brought by Mo Poor.
In other words, the game characters that Mo Poor shot at were the bugs of the universe.
"No...impossible!"
"What kind of flame is that!"
Seeing that the big knight was killed by a holy flame in an instant, the little soldiers were all frightened and cried.
This is the strongest man in their village. Although he is only an excellent fighter compared to the entire kingdom, he shouldn't die so quickly, and he has no chance to return his phone.
Although the enemy in front of me is a dragon, it is obviously a young dragon because it is too small.
The dragon mounts in World of Warcraft are really small, only a few times larger than the character model, which is too easy to be underestimated in a real world that relies on eyesight to identify strength.
The baby dragon is very weak, especially when it becomes a human form, its strength will be greatly reduced, and it can't fly. This is simply an opportunity to slay the dragon.
It's a pity that such a knight was killed by Mo Qiong lying half-lying and typing on the keyboard.
"It's over! Will the village be massacred?"
"Let's run!"
People who thought they were safe in the castle panicked and wanted to escape, but there was only one way out of the castle, but Mo Poor landed slowly at the only exit.
In this regard, everyone can only look at the motionless figure in despair.
Mo Poor didn't make any more moves, he wasn't interested in this group of people at all.
After looking around, I found that other people here are weaker. Level 1 and level 2 are everywhere, and the soldiers are only three or four levels.
In comparison, the one with the corpse lying on the ground has level 8, which is considered excellent.
"Sean... woo woo woo..." A woman not dressed like a peasant woman ran out and knelt beside the knight's body, weeping bitterly.
Her heart-piercing voice came from the earphones, making Mo Poor look sideways.
The control character walked over and wanted to speak, but found that the other party could not hear what he said through the headset.
Seeing him approaching, the woman suddenly pulled out a dagger and stabbed it at Shengmu.
"Miss, miss, miss..." She doesn't even have 1 point of compulsory damage. This woman's level is too low, only level 1, and her hit rate is directly zero.
After chopping more than a dozen times in a row, the woman found in despair that the monster in front of her didn't even have any clothes torn!
Looking up, seeing Sheng Mu's face covered under the cloak, he couldn't help but fell limp to the ground.
The race of this character is Light Forged Draenei, with eyes that are shining with holy light, paired with a paralyzed face, and a height of two meters, looking down, it looks like a god.
Although the Warcraft character model is a bit distorted and blurred compared with the people here.
Modern people on earth can tell that it is a 3D modeled character.
But this woman doesn't know what light and shadow, what material package. For her, seeing this distortion in the real world is an existence that cannot be described in words.
The woman was very desperate. Looking at the indifferent Lightcasting Draenei, she thought she was doomed, so she simply inserted the dagger into her chest backwards.
"Ugh..." The woman fell to the ground, the pool of blood spreading rapidly.
Mo Poor could see that her HP was only 100 points, but now it suddenly dropped to more than 10 points, and it is still dropping rapidly.
"Crack!" Tapped the keyboard, and flashed her recovery.
In an instant, the woman's blood bar is full, and her level is too low. This recovery will first heal more than 60,000 lives, and then it will heal thousands of thousands of lives in fifteen seconds. crit.
It can be said that she is enjoying the healing of the Holy Light every moment.
The dagger stuck in the heart was squeezed out by the instantly healed body.
Holy light continuously circulated on her body, and with her terrifying recovery ability, it was difficult for her to die.
But after enjoying the restoration of the holy light, she was stunned. In Mo Qiong's eyes, she just raised her hand and released a skill.
But in her feeling, it was a sacred and stalwart power that was poured into her body, and just a little bit of it healed her fatal wound.
The rest of the huge holy light crazily reverberated in her body, filling her limbs and bones, bringing her the ultimate sensory stimulation, refreshing to the depths of her soul.
"Ah..." The woman's body was straightened, her head was held high, and holy light radiated from her body, and the overflowing healing power became waves of pleasure that she could not imagine.
Fifteen seconds later, the woman stood there unsatisfied, her eyes were lost, and she was still reminiscing about the **** just now.
After that, she looked at Shengmu with awe. She knew that she could not take revenge, but she didn't expect that the other party would save her.
And... this divine light is too powerful, its power is simply beyond imagination.
"You killed my husband, why did you save me?" the woman mourned.
Mo Poor couldn't speak, so he had to type: "Don't get excited, I just fought back casually, I didn't expect him to be so weak."
After these words were sent out from the channel, everyone heard a woman's voice. The voice was cold and haughty, echoing in everyone's minds.
This is the only way Mo Poor can speak. This group of people speaks like a dungeon monster. While the voice can be heard, the dialog box in the lower left corner will also display text accordingly.
Similarly, when Mo Poor typed text in the dialog box, to them, it was the character of Sheng Mu who was speaking, but it was not the sound wave, but all the people present understood the meaning of that sentence from their hearts, just like Mo Poor Feel the voice of Che Yun.
It is equivalent to the voice of the soul spread by the group.
The woman had nothing to say about Mo Poor's words. There was no doubt about the strength of the other party, and it was indeed his husband who took the initiative to attack.
"The dragon clan is the enemy of mankind. As the lord here, my husband is responsible for protecting his subjects!" The woman said unwillingly.
"I'm not a dragon, that's just my mount."
As Mo Poor said, he made another red dragon and rode on it in front of them.
"So it's a magician!"
"Are you able to tame the Dragon Clan?"
"How is it possible? Dragons would rather be killed than tamed."
The people on the castle watched this scene in horror. Sheng Mu was riding on the back of the dragon, and the young dragon stood on the ground very docilely, shaking its terrifying head around.
It is precisely because I have never heard of the existence of riding a dragon, and when I was in the sky before, I only saw the dragon and did not see the person on the dragon's back, so I thought that the holy priest in front of me was transformed into a dragon.
"It turned out to be like this... Is this a misunderstanding... Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu。
Mo Poor said: "I can resurrect him and restore him to his original state, but he must answer all my questions."
"What? Resurrection?" Everyone was horrified. People were dead, but they could be resurrected?
