Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Just as Morris was discussing with the guerrilla captain what he could film, a team member delivered the latest news.

The captain's brother is back.

Upon hearing the news, the captain's expression suddenly became very complicated.

Morris smelled a story here. Although he was not a serious reporter, he had developed a keen "sense of smell" over this period of time.

With documentary-like things, many precious moments happen in an instant and are lost if missed, so intuition for interesting content is very important.

The theme of his films was the lives of soldiers, not only their combat life but also their daily life.

The latter can sometimes arouse the audience's emotions better than the former.

Only by showing the daily life of soldiers can the audience truly feel that they are living beings, rather than just unlimited soldiers who cost 200 gold each in the game.

This further highlights the cruelty of war and the hardships and preciousness of the rebels.

Morris looked at the captain, wondering how to ask if it was appropriate to film.

Before he could ask, the captain spoke directly, "It's nothing shameful. My brother left the team without permission when he was on a mission in the city. He hasn't returned for several days and now he's back suddenly."

There may be a problem.

Morris understood what the captain didn't say directly.

"You didn't let him in directly?"

"No, we are carrying out an inspection." The soldier who delivered the message replied.

"Very good, well done, I'll go take a look," he said to Morris, "All of this can be filmed, I hope you can record the guerrillas as they really are."

Hearing her say this, Morris immediately took out his small portable camera.

In order to capture the critical moments at any time, in addition to the various professional equipment placed in the treasure chest monster, he always carries a limited performance but very portable camera.

On the way to meet the captain's younger brother, I chatted with him for a while and roughly figured out the captain's background.

She was originally an apprentice in the city's Mage Tower. She had been an apprentice for more than ten years and would soon become a formal mage.

For those without talent, it is common to become a formal magician in their thirties.

Morris's magic level is not good because the reference objects he is usually compared with are too powerful. Whether they are teachers, relatives, friends or classmates, he is at the bottom of the magic ability in his social circle.

But as a government-sponsored student studying abroad and entering the top Repin Spellcaster Academy on the mainland, it meant that he was once a talented young man considered one of the best in his hometown.

It is also because of this that we have more respect for these ordinary people who have limited personal strength but are still determined to join the battlefield.

Just when the captain was about to become an official mage, the war broke out and her mentor chose to escape, but she stayed.

This was her hometown, and she would not allow herself to give it to the enemy without resistance.

Her parents also left, and she respected their choice.

To her surprise, her brother also chose to stay.

The siblings joined the temporary recruitment team of the nobles and became a not-so-regular regular army.

There was no disagreement at first.

But after the frontal troops were defeated, the sister decided to go into the mountains to fight guerrilla warfare and resist to the end. Although her brother also came, his attitude was always negative.

Even though he didn't say it, everyone could more or less see that this kid had a tendency to surrender.

Only then did the captain realize that his brother's decision to stay might have been simply due to his youthful enthusiasm, without thinking clearly about what he would face in the future.

Passion comes easily and fades away easily.

Therefore, when he left the team without permission, no one in the team was too surprised.

Surprisingly, I came back.

It's hard not to think negatively.

At the sentry post outside the camp, Morris, holding a camera, met the captain's brother.

He looked much younger, in his early twenties at most, and was covering one eye.

Apparently, it had been baptized with a potion to detect whether it was a shapeshifter.

He noticed there was a camera and immediately covered his face, consciously avoiding the camera.

"Don't worry, everyone who shows up will be dealt with later," Morris reminded.

As for the captain, he did not care about his brother at first, but asked the sentinel, "Have all the test items been tested?"

"We've tested it. It's not a shapeshifter. It doesn't carry any suspicious equipment. No signs of mind control were found..."

The sentinel reported a long list of test items.

They don't have super high perception and can't see problems at a glance, so they can only do everything more carefully.

"But I'm your brother." He complained dissatisfiedly.

The captain was unmoved, "I need to confirm first if you are the brother I know."

After the sentinel confirmed all the tests, the captain walked over to the younger sister and gave her a family hug.

"Report the reason for leaving the team without permission and what you have done during the days since you left the team."

"sorry."

"Just saying sorry is useless."

"I'm sorry." My brother just kept repeating.

The captain realized that something was wrong with him and stared closely at the familiar face, his face full of guilt.

"What did you do?"

Before he could answer, Morris, who had the highest magical perception and was most proficient in spells among the people present, reacted first.

"There are magical fluctuations on his body, it's... positioning!"

He indeed did not bring any suspicious equipment, but his entire person was made into a "suspicious equipment".

Before he finished speaking, a strong wave of magical power was heard in the sky, and a large magic circle was unfolded, filled with thick black fog and an eerie blood-red light.

Morris clearly sensed the danger in the sky. The surging magic power was stronger than any battlefield he had ever set foot on.

The captain looked at his brother in disbelief, with more confusion than shock in his eyes.

She didn't ask why, but shouted, "Enemy attack!"

Blocked by dense foliage, the guerrillas had no idea what was happening in the sky. They simply followed their usual drills, passing orders one after another and deploying a counterattack formation in the camp, ready to deal with any enemies that might appear around them.

They had already made plans for this situation.

But Morris seemed very excited. "There is a problem. You can't fight back. Run away. Run away quickly. There is something in the sky. You have learned magic, so you can feel it, right!"

The captain looked at him, opened the teleportation scroll, then closed it and said to the sentry, "The teleportation is blocked. Take this reporter to evacuate first."

"You can't just die like this!"

"We've been dying for a long time."

The sentry carried out the order well and prepared to run to the secret passage with Morris.

The captain returned to the camp without looking back.

"No, no, no, I can't just leave like this."

Morris called to the young sentry.

"Mr. Reporter, you have to go. This is an order. And you are very important. You can make our story known."

"I am not one of your guerrillas."

This caused the sentinel's brain to crash. Morris continued, "The teleportation limit is based on a coverage area, right? It's not just the plane coverage, but also the height. Teleportation is possible if it exceeds the height range."

The sentry looked confused. To be honest, he didn't understand.

"And now we can use our cell phones, right? We turned them off before because the transmission of magic signals would be captured, exposing the location of the camp. But now it's exposed, so it's okay to use our cell phones."

"Well, that seems to be the case."

"Yes, that's right."

Morris immediately took out his cell phone and found Didi to beat the man.

"What do you mean the service is not currently available in Cape!"

He frantically poked at his phone, "Where's the employee emergency assistance channel?"

"It's being processed. Okay, it's being processed. I have to go back. I have to go back. There is no mage more powerful than me in your team. I am equipped with legendary equipment. I am very powerful. Not only can I make your story known, I can also save you. I can also save..."

Morris talked on and on at a very fast pace, as if he was not trying to convince the sentry, but himself.

Although he had experienced many dangerous wars, he had never actually fought in a war and was only a photographer.

After several minutes of mental preparation, Morris finally made up his mind.

"I'm going back!"

Then he ran quickly towards the direction where the dense gunfire came from.

Soon, he arrived at the camp where fierce fighting was taking place.

To be precise, it should be a one-sided killing.

The guerrillas launched a futile counterattack and were harvested one by one like lambs to be slaughtered.

And they are facing only one enemy.

What is that?

Morris was stunned on the spot. It seemed to be a demon. He had seen many demons, but none of them was as terrifying as the demon in front of him that was destroying the camp.

Its body seemed to be formed by forcibly splicing together the remains of multiple demons - its twisted limbs were like the gnarled roots of an old tree, its skin was covered with thick black sutures, and three different heads were embedded in its shoulders and neck, looking in three directions. The hideous faces and protruding horns roughly revealed their origins.

More than a dozen arms seemed to be randomly inserted into the torso, and different runes were engraved on each arm. Wherever the palms pointed, a strong elemental flow would immediately burst out, dissolving all targets it touched.

Its huge and strange body did not slow down its movement speed. Its lower limbs were structured like insects, and its six legs allowed it to move in the complex jungle terrain as if it were on flat ground.

Whenever it crawls, the seams on its body are stretched tightly, revealing the inner lining. These severed limbs seem to be still alive. In the seams, one can see dense, wriggling tendrils of flesh connected to each other.

All I can say is that the very existence of this thing is challenging other people's ability to accept it.

After being stunned for several seconds, Morris came back to his senses. The magical fluctuation in the sky was used to summon it.

How to break the defense?

Now that’s the question.

The bullets hitting it never stopped, but no matter how hard the guerrillas fired, it seemed that no effective damage had been caused.

It is still unrealistic to expect the guerrillas to have heavy firepower.

But he doesn't have heavy firepower!
Morris was very anxious because the damaging spells he knew were not as powerful as guns.

As for the equipment he had on him, he quickly checked it, trying to find something that would be useful now.

However, no.

Rowling's starting point was to let this unfortunate child survive, so all she gave him were protective props, without causing any harm at all.

There was no mention of combat requirements at the time.

Watching the guerrillas turned to ashes one by one, Morris knew that he had to do something.

Since I can resist, I will do it myself, hoping to hold out until emergency rescue from the Drogo Group arrives.

After thinking about it, he ran towards the stitched demon and threw the most basic arcane missiles at those twisted heads, two at each head, and shouted loudly.

"Come on! You stitched maggot! A weakling who only dares to attack ordinary people! Your existence is simply a blasphemy against life. Which Roman is controlling this thing? You want to achieve "renaissance" with this thing? Roman shit!"

In fact, Morris's taunting itself had no effect. The only reason it attracted the synthetic demon's attention was because Morris himself was a high-value target.

When the Roman soldiers who were synthesized into the remains of the demon discovered that the clamoring wizard was Morris, the mission naturally changed from destroying the guerrilla camp to killing Morris.

Perhaps, Loman is the only country that considers the Morris brothers equally important, both of whom are hateful.

When the synthetic demon raised his hand, a stream of elements emerged.

The powerful elemental blow hit Morris directly, and everything around him was reduced to scorched earth.

Successfully killed.

The synthetic demon was very satisfied and had accidentally picked up a great credit.

Just as it was about to continue destroying the guerrillas.

"Come on! You stitched maggot!"

"?"

One head noticed that the smoke from the scorched earth had cleared and Morris was still standing there.

Increase output!

An even stronger elemental stream slammed down mercilessly.

"Come on! You stitched maggot!"

……

The synthetic demon then tried various elemental attacks, but Morris seemed to be truly unscathed, appearing there again in good condition every time.

It couldn't bear it any longer, so it reached out and grabbed Morris, trying to crush him.

Even though his bones were squeezed to the point of creaking, Morris still did not retreat.

He had one hand hanging outside the devil's claws, and he tried to raise it up, pointing toward the sky.

He spoke with the little strength he had left. His voice was not loud, but his tone was frivolous, as if he was not afraid of the monster in front of him at all.

"Look up, I'm waiting for someone, what are you waiting for?"

"What a boring trick." The soldier among the synthetic magics was not provoked at all, and added a few more hands, trying to crush the man and the troublesome magic props on his body.

Suddenly, a warning came from the magic detection officer.

High energy in the air!

what's the situation?
Although the synthetic demon has three heads and there are no blind spots in its vision, it still has to look up to see the sky.

A head raised.

Another magic circle unfolded in the sky, just above the teleportation limit.

A small black shadow emerged from the formation and descended rapidly.

I felt a flash in my vision and instantly lost control of several hands.

There is a strong enemy!
The synthetic demon immediately stepped back a few steps and got ready.

When the smoke and dust cleared, only a small figure was seen, probably only as tall as a child. The outfit on his body was very strange, similar to armor, but extremely fancy.

Is this a dwarf?
When the synthetic demon was confused, the person who came to the rescue made a gesture that said "Come here!"

"Black Rhino is here, please give me some advice!" (End of this chapter)