According to the direction, Mo Wuxie and the young prince rode west for about ten miles.
The place is surrounded by dilapidated stone buildings with no high-rise floors. They look shaky and have a sense of collapse.
Suddenly, Mo Wuxie felt telepathy flash across his body, and his expression changed slightly. His telepathy was at the level of a Martial Emperor, but the person who glanced at him was just a Martial Saint. So, he chased the direction of this telepathy, and
Zi found eight old men scattered in a dilapidated house, forming a circle. Of course, his Martial Emperor telepathy could not be discovered by Martial Saint.
The young prince walked towards a stone room, which was the center point of the eight old men.
In an instant, Mo Wuxie understood that these eight martial saints were protecting the red cannon. But where would the red cannon be in such a dilapidated place?
Following the young prince, the young prince pushed open a stone door and entered a room. Then he turned the machine and the stone room opened to the ground with a clicking sound, revealing a 30-degree slope that led directly to the bottom.
"Brother, this is the secret of our Zhantan tribe. You promise not to leak it out, otherwise, my father will definitely send troops to attack Qingxia Mountain!" The young prince seemed to suddenly think of something he was afraid of and reminded Mo Wuxie.
Mo Wuxie is a guy who is worried about the world being in chaos and wants you to fight to the death. However, he still nodded and agreed.
Entering the ramp, it was immediately dark below and blocked by another door.
The young prince turned the mechanism again, and with another click, the door was lifted up.
The thickness of the stone door shocked Mo Wuxie, it was at least one meter thick.
This gate is ten meters high and about twenty meters long.
A cool breath came out, and the torches inside suddenly lit up with a roar, illuminating everything.
It turned out that this was a huge circular space with a dry floor, stone brick walls, and countless torches hanging on it. In the middle of this stone room, there was a huge thing!
"Cannon!" Mo Wuxie exclaimed.
This cannon is a bit too big. It is located on a huge chariot. The base is a circular compass, which seems to be able to rotate the direction of the cannon. The barrel of the cannon is about five meters long and about half a meter in diameter. It is dark and shiny.
Especially the dark barrel can make people
People felt fear in their souls, as if there was huge energy in them. Suddenly, Mo Wuxie felt a panic in his heart when he thought of the moment he came to this world. Yes, he was sent here by a missile, and there were no bones left, only his soul was affected by the gods.
The tomb protector came to a different world.
The gun mount is more particular, with many compasses, some for adjusting the height of the gun barrel, and some for aiming...
Mo Wuxie's heart palpitated for a while. The barrel made his whole body feel cold, like a ray of light on his back!
"How does this thing launch?" he couldn't help but ask.
Every time the young prince sees this guy, he can't help but be obsessed with him and is full of pride.
He said with great pride: "The red cannon emits energy, and the energy is red, so it is called the red cannon. Have you heard of the magic core?"
Mo Wuxie shook his head. To be honest, this was the first time he had heard of it.
The young prince continued: "In layman's terms, the magic core is the core of Warcraft's cultivation. It is the gathering point of all the energy of Warcraft, just like the sea of Qi of us humans!"
This is not difficult to understand. I heard Yuanyuan say about this that monsters can transform into humans if they cultivate to the king level. However, what she did not say is that every monster will produce a magic core once it reaches the level of the Martial King equivalent to that of a human. The Beast King’s
It is naturally extremely powerful. Taking away the magic core means the death of the monster.
"Does this have anything to do with firing the red cannon?" He was really confused!
The young prince continued: "This cannon has a magic core energy conversion device set up by the noble spirit people. Put the magic core into it and by converting the energy, you can release an energy beam to destroy everything!"
Mo Wuxie was still frightened. This thing was too powerful. Even the launcher was so superb. The person who designed this thing was definitely a genius. He asked again: "Does it mean that the more advanced the magic core, the more powerful the energy it emits?"
The young prince nodded and said: "Brother, you are very smart! If it is the Demonic Core of the Beast King, hehe, it can kill a Martial God with one shot, and it can be fired several times in a row, don't you think it's awesome!"
Mo Wuxie was shocked. This news was too shocking for him. If this kind of cannon were to pull off a war, wouldn't it mean that he would be invincible and unbeatable?
He secretly rejoiced. Fortunately, he got the news earlier and could take further precautions. If this kind of thing was used as a surprise soldier, he believed that the Zhenbei Army would be defeated. In other words, if ten thousand soldiers were taken away with one shot and the company general was killed, this
Can the war still be fought?
"Little Prince, how many red cannons are there now?" This was the question he was concerned about. If there were thousands of them, the world would be over.
In order to promote the great pride of their Zhantan tribe, the young prince continued: "So far, there are only one in each state, that is to say, there are twelve. Oh, no, I don't know how many noble Lingren tribe there are!"
Twelve units? Mo Wuxie finally knew how sensational this incident was. Excuse me, how many strong men in the martial arts empire are strong enough to kill? Excuse me, if you give them thousands of high-level magic cores, what will be the consequences? They can wipe them out.
The whole world!
However, what the young prince said next made him relax slightly. The young prince said: "Hey, the red cannon is powerful, but it's a pity, it's a pity. Do you know how rare this magic core is? Especially the Supreme Warcraft
, those are heaven-defying existences, it’s difficult to defeat them, let alone get their magic cores! So far, we have a lot of low-level magic cores, and as for the eighth-level ones, at least I haven’t heard of them!”
The sixth level of monsters is equivalent to the cultivation of a martial saint, the seventh level is a martial emperor, the eighth level is a martial god, and the ninth level is a beast king, which is equivalent to the martial arts.
Mo Wuxie breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, this kind of cannon had its limitations. Suddenly, he thought of something and felt a little more relaxed. The largest gathering place of Warcraft in Wuhun Continent is the Warcraft Forest in the southern part of the Martial Arts Empire. In other words,
If the Spirit Kingdom wants to obtain a large number of magic cores, they must go to the World of Warcraft Forest. Not only will they be able to reach the World of Warcraft Forest, but even if they do, they may have to pay a heavy price!
His eyes lit up again, and the fog in front of him cleared up.
The magical beasts in the Apocalypse Mountains suddenly disappeared. It seems that it is inseparable from their collection of magic cores. As soon as Danchen Pavilion was destroyed, they started. This was a long-planned war!
"How about it, brother, aren't the red cannons of our Zhantan tribe very powerful?"
Mo Wuxie nodded and praised: "This is an epoch-making progress, a real weapon of war!"
The young prince kept groping around the red cannon as if it was his life.
Mo Wuxie also had some thoughts, since Dongfang Bubai was eager to borrow the red cannon, does it mean that there is a magic core of an eighth or even ninth level monster?
The red cannon must not be taken away by Dongfang Bubai!
He already knew in his mind that Dongfang Bubai couldn't get the red cannon, so he would get a few back to study!