Chapter 192: Sorrowful Anger

Looking at Zhang Mu and his men who were getting closer and closer to their town groups, a trace of cold sweat oozed out of their kind forehead with their left hand. At this time, they were only one step away from the "Sad Place" Guild Town Group.

This is a battle against time!

"Boss, I'll use the battle-free card... I don't know if I can hold on for a while." A little brother suddenly said.

Use the battle-free card? I haven’t thought about the kindness of the left hand, but they have nearly 40 towns in total, but there are only 5 battle-free cards in their hands. It’s too late to collect them now. Who should I use it? Everyone entered the 5th level map at the same time, and everyone’s town development is almost the same. What should I do if I have used the battle-free card?

The player who spoke before was stunned: "The sequelae?"

The left hand nodded kindly: "There are three major sequelae when using the battle-free card. First, the player cannot attack any town within 1 hour. Second, the 'Bronze Battle-free card' cannot be used continuously, and the cooldown time takes 30 seconds. Third, if you have used the battle-free card, the town cannot be relocated within 24 hours."

"Then, let's knock the monster back to the city to defend!" Another younger brother suggested, but the result was still rejected by the left hand kindly.

"So what if you hit monsters and return to the city? Don't say that there are no monsters on the map to hit us now. Even if there are, what's the point of going back? Can you guarantee that you can keep it?" Left hand snorted kindly: "Don't do those useless things, just treat it as giving the town to them, we won't lose much anyway."

"Will you suffer a loss?" Everyone asked in unison.

"Listen to me to explain it to you slowly." Left hand said slowly: "The number of towns in the sad place is 2 to 3 times that of ours. If all their buildings are demolished, the resources obtained can be used to make up for the losses of the demolition of urban buildings. As for the strategic treasures in the town but not demolished... You are unlucky. Don't think about using the battle-free card. This is a double-edged sword, especially those who have not been upgraded..." After pausing, Left hand smiled again: "This game is that big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimp, shrimp eat mud... The twelve wings are big fish, we are small fish, and sad is shrimp, hehe. The second advantage is that on the surface, it seems that we are at a disadvantage, but in fact it is very beneficial. At least we don't have to live under their peeping every day, right? Our development space is much larger than before. You have not experienced the feeling of being restricted. It is not that it is more uncomfortable than death."

After listening to the kind explanation from the left hand, everyone was relieved immediately. They were worthy of being the military advisor-level boss known for their brains. The advantages and disadvantages of both sides were quickly straightened out, but they were still a little unhappy and gave so many towns to Zhang Mu for nothing...

"Playing a strategic game is like playing chess. There is a move in chess called 'Drop the pawn and protect the car'. Now, we happen to be taking this move. You have a lot of things to learn. Don't think it would be great to cheat a point card or an account..." The left hand kindly picked up his head and snorted in a low voice: "Be arrogant, be arrogant for a while, wait for the 'only' them to come, and you will suffer, the damn twelve wings..."

Studio 12—

Zhang Mu followed closely behind the Mythshu and ran into the Holy Temple group town in the town group. The farmers stationed in the Holy Temple wall were 1 and 1 units, with a total of ten teams.

No matter how many sub-cities the town is composed of, without heroes, the maximum number of troops available to defend the city will always be 10.

Zhang Mu had long expected this situation to happen. After the war started, his sharpshooter was shot to the ground first, while the big lizard warriors divided into 10 teams were one by one, and they would never fail to deal with all the defenders. The other party was a farmer...

Successfully accepted the town!

If Zhang Mu only demolished the towns alone, the income would be quite considerable, but now they must be divided into 8 parts, and they are fast and fast. In other words, each person can demolish 25 buildings on average.

"Tsk tsk, it seems that the other party has found a group of towns with greater oil and water. Otherwise, they would not have allowed the town to be demolished without caring about it." Zhang Mu sighed loudly at the 'God-given Divine Foot' in the hero's backpack.

In half an hour, Zhang Mu and his group obtained more resources than they had in the maze for three days and three nights.

Looking at the 4-digit resources and 6-digit gold coins at the bottom of the screen, Zhang Mu began to build a level 1 magic tower in the ghost town with a smile, and a level 3 magic tower in the Holy Temple town.

The thrilling battle scene with the Ghost Clan Envoy is still vivid in my mind. If he had strong control magic at that time, he would have been able to reduce his military damage.

Hero Invincible is such a game. It is far from enough to have powerful troops and famous generals and heroes. Magic accounts for at least 30% of the entire game. The later stage, the more the power of magic can be reflected.

"Since I entered the game, I have never had such a good time... so many resources and gold coins, hahaha!" Mythshu laughed wildly. Since Zhang Mu moved to this 5th level map, although he had not saved much of his troops, the construction facilities and levels in the town have been directly improved by a large margin, which will be of great help to his future development.

Zhang Mu had no special feelings about this. He had no soldiers at hand now. If he had soldiers, he really wanted to chase the evil refuge guys and tear them all down the newly occupied towns. This hatred had nothing to do with it, it was just the simple aggressiveness that Zhang Mu showed when playing games.

"Huh, the town has been occupied, and finally there is no worries. So, in two days, should we first place the copy of the "Lost Continent"? Or this "Puppet Kingdom"?"

Not far from the evil town group was erecting alone a copy of the world that Zhang Mu called the "Puppet Kingdom".

"One side is the military fashion, and the other side is the massive resources. You can discuss and tell me after you get the result."

"How difficult is the two copies?" Wei Yang asked.

"It's almost the same, maybe the 'lost continent' is higher." Zhang Mu said in a singular manner.

"It's better to be a resource. It's an icing on the cake, such as military fashion, that is optional." Myths said with a statement, and everyone nodded.

"Okay, I'll be lost in the continent! Ahshang, this town group can be used to relocate your brothers." Zhang Mu smiled: "Don't forget what you promised me. Only 8 of us know the way of playing the dungeon... You are not allowed to tell it, and you can't do anything to anyone, even if he is your best brother."

"I understand, I will remain silent until you agree." Mythshu nodded.

Everyone walked back with a slap. Zhang Mu glanced thoughtfully at the top of the map covered by the fog of war. He understood the principle that the enemy did not pursue. Since the people in the evil refuge have left their horizons very consciously, let them develop. Anyway, we will meet again sooner or later, so there is no need to rush for a moment.

"This battle is so depressing! I have worked so hard to travel so far, but I don't make any profits or lose money... No, I have lost hundreds of resources." An evil little brother complained, while the kind-hearted left hand cursed, "Okay, you're content, we should laugh, don't choose the cheap and behave well."

"Hehe, that's it, that's it." The little brother stretched out his arms and said with a smile: "Next, let's do our best. The group of people in the Twelve Wings seem to have no intention of chasing us."

The left hand was kind and regained his face and said slowly: "We cannot relax our vigilance yet. We must speed up our expansion. Although the Twelve Wings have powerful individual combat, they have severe shortage of manpower. They will not provoke us in the short term, nor dare to provoke us. However, there are mythological injuries among the people who demolished the city just now. What we will face next may be the main force of the Mythological Guild, and we must not neglect it. Our task is to quickly expand our territory... the farther away from them, the better..."

"Yes, I got it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of keyboards and mouse hitting sounds in this small dark room with a very poor environment.

On the same night, an Internet cafe.

A little fat man was sleeping soundly on the bed made of a chair, and his saliva slid down the corner of his mouth to the ground. He was one of the on-duty staff of the "Sad Place" guild tonight, while another guild duty staff left the Internet cafe at 10 o'clock because of a temporary incident at home.

There are more than 100 computers in standby mode, and almost all of the computer screens have a row of dialog boxes - "Your city has been attacked by the evil shelter xx, and its defense has failed, and its troops have been lost..."

Some people who stayed in the town were directly destroyed along with the city and the heroes.

Entrust the main hero to computer control? It may be OK on the 3rd and 4th level map. At that time, the players had no troops and the strategic level was also low. However, this is a 5th level map. Unless your own troops are quite powerful, otherwise...

The poor little fat man had no idea that he had become a sinner in the guild. At this time, he was lingering with a graceful naked woman with no face in his dream.

The next morning, about 7:00 am-

"Fuck! What happened? Are you still sleeping?" A middle-aged man pulled the fat man out of the chair, his face full of anger.

The little fat man wiped off the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "Brother hurt, it's early."

"Your mother was already here! Look, what's going on?" The middle-aged man called "Shang Ge" pointed to the nearby computer. Everyone standing behind the Shang Ge screamed and rushed back to their camera. In just one night, all their towns were demolished back to the first level map. This blow was so painful.

The little fat man had a blue face. He had no idea what was going on. Bean-sized sweat beads flowed through his fat cheeks. He looked at the wounded brother and trembled, "I, I was a little tired yesterday... I didn't know it... I'm sorry..."

"Damn!" Brother Shao let go of his hand and sat back in his seat silently, with a sad expression.

The little fat man cried and said, "Brother Shao, I'm sorry... I didn't mean it..."

Brother Shao shook his head: "Forget it, I don't blame you. Do you learn from your mistakes and learn from them... Evil refuge, damn, I'm not going to be with you!"

"Damn it, kill them!" The 'sad' brothers raised their fists frantically.
Chapter completed!