Chapter 67 Resurrection

Mo Qiong never expected that he could kill the opponent in one second with just one small skill.

He originally thought that this was not a game, but a real world, so the data of the game of World of Warcraft should not be so abnormal. Even if it can be used, it should have some functionality.

Just like the mind control before, fire is fire, wind is wind, and it is amazing to show the functionality.

Unexpectedly, here, the terrifying data of the World of Warcraft characters are still universal!

The level suppression of the enemy at level 8 against the 110th level holy priest is too serious, and the damage increase is about 4,000%.

This is exactly the case. Skills with tens of thousands of damage would cause explosive damage to heroes at level 10 when they were in the Summoner's Rift, with a value of millions.

And this level 8 warrior, let alone the characters of League of Legends, can't even compare with the bird he met before!

Mo Qiong was speechless. He really didn't expect such a brave warrior to be so weak.

Looking at the blood volume again, it was only 600! Not even as good as a cannon cart.

"It's fine if the air is not as good as the real one, but how can it be not as good as a bunch of data?"

"Hmm...my virtuality, his reality, to me, it's just game data, but to them, it's the rules of the world? Is it real power? Must be obeyed?"

Mo Qiong thought to himself, although this world is real, although it is much more advanced than a simple game map, it is still illusory to the reality he is in.

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 life values ​​according to a certain algorithm. This kind of data does not exist between them, and it only makes sense when facing the characters shot by Mo Qiong.

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 Qiong.

In other words, the game characters shot by Mo Qiong are the bugs of the universe.

"No...Impossible!"

"What kind of flame is that!"

Seeing the big knight being killed instantly by a holy flame, the soldiers were scared and cried.

This is the strongest man in their village. Although he is only an excellent warrior compared to the entire kingdom, he should not die so quickly without any chance to recover.

Although the enemy in front of him is a dragon, it is obviously a young dragon because it is too small.

The dragon mounts in World of Warcraft are indeed very small, only a few times larger than the character model. In a real world where strength is identified by eyesight, it is too easy to be underestimated.

The young dragon is very weak, especially when it turns into a human form, its strength will be greatly reduced, and it can't fly. This is simply a chance to kill the dragon.

It's a pity that such a knight was killed by Mo Qiong who was half lying on the keyboard and tapped it.

"It's over! Will the village be massacred?"

"Let's run!"

The people who originally felt safe hiding in the castle were panicked. They wanted to escape from here, but there was only one way out of the castle, but at this moment Mo Qiong slowly landed at the only exit.

In this regard, everyone could only look at the motionless figure in despair.

Mo Qiong didn't make any more moves. He was not interested in this group of people at all.

After looking around, I found that the others here were even weaker. There were level 1 and 2 everywhere, and the soldiers were only level 3 and 4.

In comparison, the one lying on the ground was level 8, which was considered very good.

"Sean... woooo..." A woman who was not dressed like a peasant woman ran out and knelt beside the knight's body crying.

Her heart-wrenching voice came from the headset, which made Mo Qiong look sideways.

He controlled the character to walk over and wanted to speak, but found that the other party could not hear what he said through the headset.

Seeing him coming, the woman suddenly took out a dagger and stabbed the Holy Priest.

"Miss, miss, miss..." There was not even 1 point of forced damage. This woman's level was too low, only level 1, and the hit rate was directly zero.

After slashing more than a dozen times in a row, the woman despaired that the monster in front of her didn't even have her clothes torn!

Looking up, seeing the face of the Holy Priest under the cloak, she couldn't help but fall to the ground.

The race of this character is the Lightforged Draenei. With eyes that shine with holy light, a paralyzed face, and a height of two meters, looking down, he looks like a god.

Although the Warcraft character model is a little distorted and blurry compared to the people here.

Modern earthlings can tell at a glance that it is a 3D modeled character.

But this woman doesn't know what light and shadow, what material package, is. For her, seeing this kind of distortion in the real world is an existence that cannot be described in words.

This woman is desperate. Looking at the indifferent Lightforged Draenei, she just thinks she is dead, so she simply inserts the dagger into her chest in the opposite direction.

"Uh ah..." The woman fell to the ground, and the blood spread quickly.

Mo Qiong could see that her health value was only 100, and it suddenly dropped to more than ten points, and it was still falling rapidly.

"Pop!" Tap the keyboard lightly, and give her a recovery.

In an instant, the woman's health bar was full. Her level was too low. This recovery first healed more than 60,000 lives, and then thousands of thousands of healings would be added in 15 seconds, not counting the holy light echo and critical hits.

It can be said that she was enjoying the healing of the holy light every moment.

The dagger stuck in her heart was squeezed out by her instantly healed body.

The holy light continued to flow through her body. With her terrifying recovery ability, it was difficult for her to die.

However, after enjoying the recovery of the holy light, she was stunned. In Mo Qiong's eyes, she just raised her hand and used a skill.

But in her feeling, it was a sacred and majestic power that was infused into her body, and only a trace of it healed her fatal injury.

The rest of the huge holy light reverberated wildly in her body, filling her limbs and bones, bringing her extreme sensory stimulation, refreshing to the depths of her soul.

"Ah..." The woman's body was straight, her head was raised, and the holy light was emanating from her body. The waves of overflowing healing became waves of pleasure that she could not imagine.

Until fifteen seconds later, the woman stood there with unsatisfied feelings, her eyes were blank, and she was still recalling the climax just now.

Then, she looked at Sheng Mu with awe. She knew that she could not take revenge, but she did not expect that the other party would save her.

And... this sacred light was too powerful, and its power was beyond imagination.

"You killed my husband, why did you save me?" The woman said sadly.

Mo Qiong couldn't speak, so he had to type: "Don't get excited, I just casually fought back, I didn't expect him to be so weak."

After this sentence was sent out from the channel, everyone heard a woman's voice, that voice was cold and arrogant, echoing in everyone's mind.

This is the only way Mo Qiong can speak. This group of people talking is equivalent to the dungeon monster talking. When they can hear the sound, the dialog box in the lower left corner will also appear accordingly.

Similarly, when Mo Qiong typed in the dialog box, for them, it was the character of the Holy Shepherd who was speaking, but it was not sound waves, but all the people present understood the meaning of the sentence from the heart, just like Mo Qiong felt Che Yun's voice.

It is equivalent to the voice of the heart spread by the group.

The woman had nothing to say about Mo Qiong's words. There is no doubt that the opponent is powerful, and it was indeed her husband who took the initiative to attack.

"The dragon clan is the enemy of mankind. My husband is the lord here. It is his responsibility to protect his subjects!" The woman still said unwillingly.

"I am not a dragon, it's just my mount."

Mo Qiong said, and rubbed out a red dragon again and rode on it in front of them.

"So he's a magician!"

"Can he tame dragons?"

"How is that possible? Dragons would rather be killed than tamed."

The people in the castle looked at this scene in horror. The holy shepherd rode on the dragon's back, and the young dragon stood on the ground very docilely, shaking its terrifying head around.

It was because they had never heard of the existence of people riding dragons, and because they only saw dragons but not people on dragons in the sky before, that they thought the holy shepherd in front of them was a dragon.

"So that's it... Is this a misunderstanding... Woohoo... People can't be resurrected after death, what's the point of you saying this..." the woman said sadly.

Mo Qiong said: "I can revive him and make him back to normal, but he must answer all my questions."

"What? Resurrection?" Everyone was shocked. People were dead, but they could be resurrected?

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