Quadruple split.

Chapter 781 Huge Benefits

[It's okay, it's okay, if that guy Wan Yang thoughtfully ran over to make me a cup of coffee and cover me with a blanket every once in a while, it would be terrible, in every sense it would be terrible]

Mo Tan let out a long sigh of relief, glanced inexplicably at the door Yizuo had just left, and then turned his gaze back to the sand table in front of him, gently picked up the box of Luna that was given to him by the apple on the edge of the table with his fingertips. Flicking over a whole set of alchemy chess pieces, using his magic power control skills that he hasn't practiced for a while but is not yet familiar, lit up about one-third of the black chess pieces inside.

Just like what Mo Tan said to Yizuo just now, he didn't have a plan right now. After all, considering the situation a few minutes ago, it was completely impossible to guess what the Whispering Cultists would do when the enemy was in the dark. He simply couldn't formulate any strategies or tactics in a targeted manner. As for some seemingly forward-looking small methods, to put it bluntly, it is to remain unchanged and to respond to changes. To put it bluntly, it is purely passive. , can only be passively led by the nose by the enemy.

But now, the passive time is over.

With Huo Yanyang's unremitting efforts, Mo Tan, who finally got the last piece of the puzzle, finally got "fair treatment" in terms of intelligence, and was qualified to sit at the gambling table and play his first hand of cards.

"It's too much to do"

He first took out a piece of Sumer's specialty sweet cream from his luggage and put it into his mouth, fulfilling his promise of 'eating supper', then picked out a few black chess pieces emitting an ominous red light and placed them on the sand table Muttering to himself: "Obviously just an ordinary person who hasn't even been a team leader since he was born, and obviously just wants to be a casual player and enjoy this game from all angles." A game with a very good degree of completion, obviously has no characteristics in terms of personality or way of thinking, and the psychological quality and ability to withstand stress are ridiculously poor. The "passer-by" setting even brazenly said, "Don't worry." , it will be over soon', 'When you bring them back, the plan has already been figured out', these words are really enough."

While muttering, Mo Tan took out a few golden ivory-like chess pieces from the box, placed them a little farther away from the chess pieces just now, squinted his eyes and looked at it for a while. Picking up the quill again, he drew a diagonal line at the center of the sand table.

"I always feel that I am a bit 'not the protagonist's life, but the protagonist's disease'."

He smiled self-deprecatingly, his eyes gradually became clearer, and he began to arrange the white chess pieces representing the camp of the Holy Mountain Sumer. A few things that are obviously mathematical formulas, and I don't know what he is calculating.

Time didn't seem to pass very quickly, and Mo Tan, who had three chat windows open at the same time and was arranging the sand table while integrating information, gradually relaxed.

He has always been very self-aware, and has always been clear that at least with his current personality, he is definitely not expected to be a big shot, whether he is a great hero, a great villain, or a great villain. What fate.

But. that's all.
Mo Tan has never forgotten that it was the first time that he no longer muddled through in his current state, but desperately wanted to achieve a certain thing.

Did it myself.

This world is fair, even though it is just a game, it is still so fair that there is little room for miracles to happen.

Under such circumstances, many issues that are ambiguous in various literary works are difficult to continue to be ambiguous.

The Realm of Innocence is really realistic.
The so-called reality is that when facing Marshall's assassin squad, the weak Fenrir team was almost wiped out.

The so-called reality is that Mo Tan was able to win the battle of Misha County with his own strength in an extremely difficult environment.

The so-called reality is the community of cruelty and beauty, hope and despair.

In other words, even Mo Tan with an absolutely neutral personality, his talent is still genuine, and even he himself cannot deny it.

【Indeed, there are many things I can do.】

Five minutes later, Mo Tan put down the last chess piece, leaned on the back of the chair and tapped his forehead lightly, showing a complicated smile, and murmured in a subtle voice: "I have learned this truth for a long time. I knew it half a year ago."

Footsteps sounded from outside the command room, and became clearer after a few seconds.

dong dong dong.
Accompanied by a gentle knock on the door, Yizuo's crisp voice sounded outside the house: "Senior, Master Mundo and the others have already arrived."

"Please come in."

Mo Tan stood up with no joy or sorrow on his face, nodded to the old men who filed in, and said softly: "I'm sorry for disturbing the rest of the elders, but after all, there is a reason for the incident. I hope everyone will not blame too much."

"You are the one"

An old orc man with white beard and hair, a burly figure, and the ability to run horses frowned, then turned his head and glanced at the kindly, shriveled old friend next to him, who was carrying a huge black totem pole, and asked in a low voice: "He Is that the one you mentioned earlier, Mundo?"

Huo Yanyang's mentor, the high priest Mondo Pan, who is at the peak of epic strength, nodded slightly: "Well, little friend Black Fan is the one I mentioned before."

"Tsk tsk, I have already said it, how could the apprentice trained by Mundo be so good at fighting."

In the crowd, a stooped orc granny with short hair grinned cheerfully, stepped forward with a cane and looked Mo Tan up and down: "Hello, child, I am Purana, the Prophet of the Earth, thank you Everything you have done for Sumir during this time."

Mo Tan also smiled cordially, waved his hands and said, "You are welcome, I just did what I can."

"What a good boy."

The Earth Prophet Puranna looked at Mo Tan with admiration, then turned her head and pouted at Yizuo who was standing by the door, and asked in a low voice: "Is that pretty little half-dragon girl your partner? "

Mo Tan shook his head awkwardly.

"Tsk, it's a pity, I think that little girl should be able to give birth."

The old lady smacked her lips, then lightly paused the crutch in her hand. In the next second, two rows of exquisitely shaped stone chairs rose up beside the empty long table, which happened to be equal to the number of people in the command room.

Then the old people found the chairs closest to them and sat down, and all turned their searching eyes to Mo Tan.

Obviously, the identity of the latter is no longer a secret to these people. Although most of the NPCs in Sumir feel that they have been able to win many battles because of Huo Yanyang during this period of time, but these people who are sitting here The big shot' is indeed very clear that the young man in front of him who doesn't look very special is the one behind the scenes.

Of course, apart from realizing that his apprentice was the reckless Mondo Pan from the very beginning, the other dozen or so elders present did not notice the clue at the first time. They really thought that Huo Yanyang's tactics How formidable his accomplishments are, he is almost boasted to the sky.

So after learning the truth, everyone is actually quite embarrassed.
So here comes the question, how did they know the truth? In fact, the explanation of this matter is very simple. After thinking about it, he directly proposed to disclose the identity of the latter in a small range. The reason is very reasonable, that is, although he personally believes in his apprentice's good brother, during this period of time, Su Mier found him in front of the cultists. There are many black fans in the field, but he is not the only one who has the final say on this matter. If you want to convince other elders, open and honest communication is the basic premise.

This is what was mentioned earlier, the high priest Mondo Pan made the small request on behalf of Su Mirfang, but at that time, because of his hot head, he said directly under the impulsiveness, "an elite composed of most NPCs, Commanded by me, a large army composed of all players who received the task of "Defending the Holy Mountain", under your command' Motan can't even bargain, can only make a promise in Mundo' We will try our best After the promise of not revealing your identity', I reluctantly agreed.

Ever since, the current situation came into being. After Huo Yanyang, who was originally a sounding board, led a large number of players away from the main peak of Sumir, Mo Tan finally went directly to the front desk. For the past two days, even board and lodging were settled in the War Hall of.

And today, it was the first time he had met with other elders other than Mondo Pan during this period of time.

very clear theme
"Then everyone, let me get straight to the point. About ten minutes ago, I received news from Huo Yanyang through a special channel that our troops who are currently on standby at the foot of Chuuxue Peak have discovered a group of enemies."

Mo Tan didn't say too many polite words in front of these orcs who didn't care much about etiquette, but just straight-forwardly stated the key information that he had been waiting for all along, and raised his finger to lightly poke a few stones at the bottom left of the sand table. The black pawn said in a deep voice: "A group of Whispering Cultists and their allies is composed entirely. The scale is slightly smaller than the temporarily subdued attacking troops, but it is still a very threatening team. The number of people is roughly estimated to be about three to four thousand."

"What did you say!?"

The burly old orc with an arm that could run a horse was not calm at the time, and asked loudly: "You said there are three to four thousand of them?"

Mo Tan nodded slightly, and said lightly: "It was Huo Yanyang who said that the number of enemies was about three to four thousand, and I just chose to trust his judgment."

The other party couldn't sit still at that time, and quickly patted the table and said loudly: "No! We have to find a way quickly, you must know that the total force invested by those damn defilers is less than [-] people, we have to hurry up Bring everyone back, otherwise, if the red-haired boy and the others are found accidentally, at least half of our lads will be lost! It would be great if one of ten people can come back!"

"Calm down, Chrome."

An old green-skinned orc with a cool hairstyle and a pair of long eyebrows hanging down to his cheeks said lightly, and said in a deep voice: "The team brought out by Huo Yanyang is actually not inferior in terms of numbers, although I don't think they are We can defeat those blasphemers head-on, but even if we do fight, it won’t be as bad as you said.”

Mondo Pan also nodded in agreement, and then turned to Mo Tan with a solemn expression: "And since the little friend Black Fan specially summoned us here after hearing the news, you must have some mature ideas, after all As far as I know, the fundamental purpose of you asking Yan Yang to take people away from the main peak is to learn about this matter."

Knowing that his senior not only didn't have mature ideas, Yi Zuo, who didn't even have a plan a few minutes ago, quietly lowered his head, glanced worriedly at Mo Tan who was standing in front of the sand table with his hands behind his back, and prayed silently in his heart.

As expected, the Goddess of Aurora did not answer her prayers.

But Mo Tan responded.

"Yes, as Master Mundo Pan said, I do have some ideas."

I saw him nodding without hesitation, but he didn't directly announce the answer. He just smiled and asked everyone: "However. Before I put forward my own reference, I hope to hear your opinions."

Mondo Pan spread his hands, and said in a very bachelor way: "I'm not good at this."

"Well, we all know you're only good at smashing heads off with totem poles."

The Prophet of the Earth, Purana, cheered up Mundo, and then blinked at Mo Tan: "I know what you are worried about, child, but you can actually speak your mind directly, and you don't need to worry about us. Old Bones."

The burly old man who can run horses on his arms also spread his hands: "If I want to make up my mind, I should hurry up and notify those good boys to come back, and then pass the news to the grandson of the Holy Church Union, but this should only Make it worse, after all those bastards!"

After successfully shutting the former with a tricky ground thorn, Plana looked at Mo Tan apologetically: "Don't worry, Crom was hit on the head by a boulder when he was young, so..."

"But you threw that boulder!!"

The burly old man Crome was furious.

"Er what. Well I'll get straight to the point."

After making the judgment that 'if we don't get to the point, this pre-war meeting will turn into a tea party sooner or later', Mo Tan immediately gave up his original idea, directly skipped the discussion stage, and went straight to the topic: "As far as I am concerned It seems that Huo Yanyang's discovery not long ago is an opportunity, as long as we can make good use of it, we can gain huge benefits, even if it is not good, we will not suffer losses."

"Great benefit?"

Grandpa Crom, who was about to continue to choke with Planna, became energetic when he heard this, and quickly asked, "How big is it?"

"In three days, more than [-]% of the vitality of those cultists will be wiped out, the Whispering City will be flattened, and the blasphemers will disappear in Sumir."

"???"

Chapter [-]: End

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