Mo Qiong didn't expect that he would be able to kill his opponent instantly with a small skill.
He thought that since this wasn't a game but a real world, the data of World of Warcraft shouldn't be that insane. Even if it could be used, it should have some functions.
Just like the Mind Control previously, fire was fire, wind was wind. It was already impressive to be able to bring out the functions.
Who would have thought that the terrifying data of World of Warcraft could still be used here!
A level 8 enemy facing a level 110 Saint was too much of a level suppression. The damage was increased by 4000%.
That was why the skills that dealt tens of thousands of damage could only deal explosive damage to the level 10 heroes in the Summoner's Canyon.
This level 8 warrior, not to mention the League of Legends character, he couldn't even compare to the bird that he met previously!
Mo Qiong was speechless. He didn't expect such a brave warrior to be so weak.
He looked at his health bar again. It was only 600! He couldn't even compare to a cannon.
"It's fine if he can't compare to the air in the real world, but why can't he compare to a bunch of data?"
"Hmm … My virtual world, his real world. To me, it's just game data. But to them, it's the rules of the world? Is it real power? Is it something that must be followed? "
Mo Qiong thought to himself. Although this world was real and much more advanced than a simple game map, it was still an illusion to the real world that he was in.
That was why his game character could exist here. Even the game settings became the rules of this world.
Even if the people here had real bodies, they had to be calculated according to a certain number of health points. This kind of data didn't exist between them. It only had meaning when they were facing Mo Qiong's character.
There was a set of rules here. But because the world was too low-level, it had to adapt to the game rules that Mo Qiong brought.
In other words, the game character that Mo Qiong shot was a bug in the universe.
"Im … Impossible!"
"What kind of flame is that!"
Seeing the grand knight killed by a sacred flame instantly, the soldiers were scared to tears.
This was the strongest man in their village. Although he was only an outstanding warrior compared to the entire kingdom, he shouldn't have died so quickly without any chance to retaliate.
Although the enemy in front of him was a dragon, it was obviously a baby dragon because of its small size.
The dragon-type mounts in World of Warcraft were indeed very small. They were only a few times larger than character models. In the real world where strength was determined by vision, it was too easy to underestimate them.
Dragon Whelps were very weak, especially when they transformed into human form. Their strength would be greatly reduced, and they would not be able to fly. This was simply an opportunity to slay a dragon.
It was a pity that such a Knight was killed by Mo Qiong while lying down and typing on the keyboard.
"It's over! Will the entire village be slaughtered? "
"Let's run!"
The people who originally thought that they were safe in the castle started to panic. They wanted to escape but there was only one way out of the castle. However, at this moment, Mo Qiong was slowly landing at the only exit.
In response, everyone could only look at the motionless figure in despair.
Mo Qiong did not attack again. He had no interest in this group of people.
After looking around, he realized that the other people here were even weaker. Level 1 and Level 2 were everywhere, and the soldiers were only Level 3 or Level 4.
Compared to them, the one lying on the ground was Level 8. He was considered very outstanding.
"Sean … Wuwuwu …" A woman who did not look like a peasant ran out and cried as she knelt beside the Knight's corpse.
Her heart-wrenching voice came from the earpiece, causing Mo Qiong to look sideways.
The character in control walked over and wanted to speak but realized that she could not hear what he said through the earpiece.
Seeing him walk over, the woman suddenly took out a dagger and stabbed it at Sheng Mu.
"Miss, miss, miss …" She did not even deal 1 damage. This woman's level was too low. She was only Level 1, so her hit rate was directly zero.
After a dozen consecutive slashes, the woman realized in despair that the monster in front of her did not even have his clothes torn!
She looked up and saw Sheng Mu's face under the cloak. She could not help but fall to the ground.
This character's race was Light Cast Draenei. His eyes that emitted holy light, coupled with his expressionless face and two-meter height, made him look like a god.
Although the Warcraft character model was a little distorted and blurry compared to the people here.
Modern people on Earth could tell that it was a 3D model with one look.
But this woman did not know what the light and shadow was or what the material was. To her, seeing such distortion in the real world was an existence that words could not describe.
This woman was in despair. Looking at the cold Light Cast Draenei, she thought that she was going to die. She simply stabbed the dagger in the back of her chest.
"Ugh …" The woman fell to the ground, a pool of blood quickly spreading.
Mo Qiong could see that her health points, which were originally 100, had suddenly dropped to a dozen points and was still decreasing rapidly.
"Pa!" He tapped on the keyboard lightly and healed her.
In an instant, the woman's HP bar was back to full. Her level was too low, so this recovery healed her for over 60,000 HP. Following which, she would heal herself by several thousand HP over the next 15 seconds. Moreover, this did not include Holy Echo and critical hits.
It could be said that she was enjoying the healing of the holy light every moment.
The dagger that was stuck in his heart was squeezed out by his body that was instantly healed.
The holy light kept flowing around her body. Under the terrifying healing ability, it was difficult for her to die even if she wanted to.
However, after enjoying the healing of the holy light, she was stunned. In Mo Qiong's eyes, she had just raised her hand and released a skill.
But in her senses, it was a holy and majestic power that was poured into her body. Just a trace of it healed her fatal wound.
The rest of the holy light was wildly reverberating in her body, filling her limbs and bones, bringing extreme sensory stimulation to the depths of her soul.
"Ah …" The woman's body tensed up, her head held high. Her body was emitting holy light. The healing power that overflowed became waves of unimaginable pleasure for her.
Until 15 seconds later, the woman stood there as if she had not had enough. Her eyes were dazed, still reminiscing about the climax just now.
Then, she looked at Sheng Mu in awe. She knew that it was impossible for her to take revenge, but she did not expect him to save her.
Also … this holy light was too powerful. Its power was beyond imagination.
"You killed my husband. Why did you save me?" the woman said sadly.
Mo Qiong could not speak. He could only type, "Don't be agitated. I was just casually retaliating. I did not 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 was the only way Mo Qiong could speak. When this group of people spoke, it was equivalent to the monsters in the dungeon speaking. When they could hear the voice, the bottom left corner of the dialog box would also show corresponding words.
Similarly, when Mo Qiong typed in the dialog box, to them, it was as if the Holy Priest was speaking. However, it was not a sound wave. Instead, everyone present understood the meaning of that sentence from the bottom of their hearts, just like how Mo Qiong could feel Che Yun's inner thoughts.
It was equivalent to the voice of the soul.
The woman had nothing to say to Mo Qiong's words. There was no doubt that the opponent was powerful. It was indeed her husband who initiated the attack.
"The dragon race is the enemy of humans. As the lord of this place, it is my husband's responsibility to protect his subjects!" the woman said unwillingly.
"I'm not a dragon. That's just my mount."
Mo Qiong said as he summoned the red dragon and rode on it in front of them.
"So he's a magician!"
"He can actually tame a dragon?"
"How is that possible? The dragon race would rather be killed than tamed. "
The people in the castle looked at this scene in shock. Sheng Mu was riding on the dragon's back. The young dragon was standing on the ground docilely, its terrifying head swaying around.
It was because they had never heard of anyone riding a dragon. In addition, when they were in the sky, they only saw the dragon and did not see the person on the dragon's back. That was why they thought Sheng Mu was a dragon.
"So that's how it is … This is a misunderstanding … Wu wu wu … The dead cannot be revived. What's the point of saying all this …" the woman said sadly.
Mo Qiong said, "I can revive him and let him return to normal. However, he must answer all my questions."
"What? Revive? "Everyone was shocked. The person was completely dead. How could he be revived?
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