Crossing The Dragon: The King Sacrifices The Princess At The Beginning

Chapter 405 Cloud Explosion Bomb

"Sir, is it really worth exchanging 10,000 invasion points for a map?" The handsome player wearing a thick cotton coat and leather boots looked pained. He had a rifle behind him and several grenades hanging on his waist. At first glance, I thought I had traveled back to World War II.

"If these 10,000 invasion points are put into production, we can get more shells."

"You know nothing!" The man who spoke was the man called the chief. His face was covered with tangled beards, and a scar stretched from his forehead to the corner of his mouth, passing through his right eye with a fierce light. .

His name is Big Ivan.

The commander-in-chief of the entire beautiful player fortress.

"Is it the map I'm looking at? I'm looking at nuclear radiation! Our current scientific research has reached a bottleneck. If we want more powerful artillery shells, I need nuclear raw materials and nuclear reactors. You know I'm looking for nuclear raw materials. How long has it been?" Big Ivan took a strong puff of the remaining cigar in his mouth and sprayed all the smoke into the beautiful player's face.

"Everything is good in this world, but it's hard to find nuclear materials. I can't find anything radioactive at all. It's not easy to come across it now, so how can I let it go so easily?"

The more Ivan talked, the more excited he became. The beautiful player next to him was afraid that he would explode the grenade in his hand.

"Okay, soldier!" Big Ivan took a deep breath, rubbed his frozen hands, turned to the beautiful players around him and ordered: "Let the boys get ready, we are going to continue to attack the city! It’s freezing and snowy here, so we can finish it early so we can go in and find a woman’s hole to warm up~”

…

On the border fortress of the Slot Empire.

A huge magic mirror is reflecting the invaders behind the snow hills.

"How will they attack us from more than 800 yards away?" The old mage spread his hands.

"With those ridiculous fire sticks they're holding?"

The person stationed at the imperial fortress is the seventh-level water magician Solorun from the Rose family.

He is a fat old man, and his round belly cannot be covered by the exquisite and wide mage robe.

Contempt was written all over his face at this moment.

I was called out by the border knights in the early morning, but I didn't expect that the enemies I encountered were such idiots.

"My lord, they are taking action." The knight pointed at the magic mirror.

I saw the invaders moving the fire sticks on the ground.

These fire sticks are pointed toward the sky and look a bit like dwarven artillery.

At this point the invaders seemed to be adjusting their angles.

But how powerful can a shell with a caliber the size of an egg be fired?

"Hahahaha, are they planning to kill mosquitoes? Oh, I will definitely thank their commander later!" Solorun slapped the table and laughed wildly:

"I want to thank him for eradicating the mosquitoes in the wilderness of Sloter Border. When I return to the Imperial City, I will apply to His Majesty for a medal for him as a Mosquito Exterminator!"

The surrounding knights and mages also laughed.

The atmosphere on the city wall was relaxed and lively, without any of the tension before the war.

But the next moment they stopped laughing.

The invader soldier in the magic mirror lit the fuse of the "fire stick", then immediately hugged his head and huddled up.

"咻咻咻——"

Suddenly there was an increasingly sharp scream in the sky.

Followed by "boom, boom, boom", more than a dozen explosions in succession tore the peaceful morning of the Slot Empire Fortress to shreds.

The fortress's protective shield shattered in less than half a minute under the inexplicable attack. The city wall also began to explode. However, the soldiers on the city wall didn't even see clearly where the attack came from.

"Heaven! Watch out heaven! You idiots!"

Solorun pointed at the soldiers and cursed.

The next moment, a shell hit him in the face.

"Bang!"

After a violent roar.

Although Solorun was protected by a magic shield, nothing happened, but the two beauties he brought to the city wall were blown into pieces, with red and yellow flesh and blood residue and dust thickly smeared on his shield. .

For a moment, the old mage actually forgot what to say.

But as the roar on the city wall became more and more intensive, and more and more soldiers died around him, he finally remembered his responsibility.

"You are so damned!"

The old mage was so angry that he was shaking all over. He was more afraid and worried about the future of the fortress.

He rose into the air, and the magic power in his body surged out to communicate with the surrounding frost elements.

Immediately afterwards, a magic circle the size of a city gate spread out over the invaders.

The huge ice sword gradually condensed, and the tip of the sword had already poked out of the magic circle.

"Death! Let's all die!" The old mage held the ice blade in both hands, like a madman, and screamed: "You will understand the cost of angering a great magician!"

Below the magic circle.

Big Ivan was already prepared.

He ordered the mage players to put frost resistance shields on all players.

Then he hooked his fingers at a player behind him.

"leader?"

"Blast him with cloud bombs." Big Ivan pointed to the ice sword in the sky.

The player took the order and left.

After a while, a "wine barrel" was carried out by the players. They handed the barrel to a mage player, and then used a catapult to send the player and the barrel to the sky.

After entering the shooting range.

The mage player used his mage's hand to throw the cloud bomb hard in the sky, and the relayed wine barrel successfully hit the ice sword.

"Pop -" a crisp explosion.

It's so small, it's like opening a tin can.

The old mage felt that he had been humiliated.

It was obvious that he had already used such a terrifying range of destructive magic, but instead of feeling fear, these invaders even used a small wine barrel to play tricks on him.

But little did he know that the fuel in the barrel had already tilted out. The fuel was being fully mixed with the air in the boiling magic element. Soon the sky was covered with a layer of white mist.

"...Do you feel it? This is the wrath of the Frost God!" The magic in his hand has been condensed, and the old mage was not disturbed in the process.

He wants to use this magic to wash away all the shame on himself.

"The Frost Burial Sword will bury you here!"

"Go to the Ice Hell and repent for your provocation to the empire!"

Big Ivan gave the old mage a cold look.

He pouted at the players next to him.

The player understood, and immediately threw a fireball towards the old mage in the sky with a grin.

The fireball flew forward in an erratic manner.

It looked so harmless.

Until it collides with the cloud bomb fuel aerosol suspended in the air...

Suddenly, there was thunder and the earth trembled.

There was a "boom".