The research elf didn't know what he could research in the alchemy room, nor how long it would take to get something.
But he had received a prompt now.
[For research, wood -1, stone -1]
It turns out that research costs money, and you can't research something for no reason.
Fortunately, it was just a little bit of deduction, not a lot, and Wang Mo could afford it.
After a while, the prompt sounded again, [For research, wood -1, stone -2]
Wang Mo shook his head helplessly, a small thing, get used to it.
In a distant place, in a primary village full of technology, Shen Cheng had just upgraded the technology tower to the second level.
Next to the technology tower was a huge silo, in which a missile had been loaded.
The brand new shell exuded the unique light of metal.
"Wang Mo, Wang Mo, if you don't speak, I really can't do anything to you. Once you speak, your coordinates will be exposed!"
"Get ready to welcome the fireworks of missiles!"
Shen Cheng laughed. What he got was the novice village of the Skato tribe. The Skato tribe took the path of technological civilization, and so did their novice village.
Shen Cheng can generate a missile every other day. The missile is very powerful. Almost one missile can destroy the core building of a novice village, which also gives him an advantage in the initial stage.
The most important thing is that Shen Cheng can directly lock the coordinates of the other party through the speech of others in the chat channel, and then use the missile to accurately strike.
It has to be said that this function of the Skato tribe is also like a BUG.
"Launch!"
Shen Cheng gave an order, and the flames shot up into the sky. The missile was launched with a roar, breaking through the clouds and flying towards Wang Mo's base.
At the moment the missile was launched, Wang Mo felt a palpitation.
"What's going on!"
The tree of life also rustled, constantly reminding Wang Mo that I was in danger.
"Father God, there is danger approaching!" Xiao Hei reacted immediately and appeared directly beside Wang Mo.
At this time, all the elves were alert, and they also felt the danger.
Xiao Feng flew to the sky with a whizzing sound, and at the same time opened the spiritual connection.
Through the spiritual connection, Wang Mo saw a black dot flying from a distance, with a long flame behind it.
"Damn, it's a missile!"
Wang Mo exclaimed.
As a Blue Star person, he certainly knew the power of the missile, which could almost raze his village to the ground.
Even if the Tree of Life could withstand the missile and survive, he would definitely die without leaving any residue.
But he never expected that there would be such a high-tech thing as a missile in the hunting ground of the gods.
It means that there are still many things here that he doesn't know.
"Get out of the way, leave the village!" Wang Mo shouted and immediately ran out of the village.
He can only pray that the Tree of Life can withstand the attack of the missile.
Wang Mo led the elves out of the village, and Xiaofeng in the air went straight to meet him, with her little hands open, and rich wind elements gathered in front of her small body.
"I wish to wipe out all enemies for my father!"
"Storm!"
Xiaofeng's crisp voice resounded through the sky, and a violent storm blew up in the sky instantly.
The storm was extremely fierce, like an eighteen-level gale that wrapped around the missile.