The missile was staggering in the storm and could not move along the predetermined route.
At this time, Xiaofeng raised her hand, and the storm poured in along the tail of the missile.
The flame disappeared and the missile was shut down.
The missile immediately lost power and was shaky in the air.
Xiaofeng controlled the wind element and dropped the missile to the ground.
With a bang, the missile made a slight sound when it touched the ground, which frightened Wang Mo. He was really afraid that the missile would explode.
Xiaofeng flew to Wang Mo and said coquettishly: "Father God, Xiaofeng is awesome!"
Wang Mo touched Xiaofeng's head and praised: "Awesome, awesome!"
To be honest, Wang Mo did not expect Xiaofeng to be so awesome. She easily solved the missile attack by controlling the wind element.
She is worthy of being the daughter of the wind element.
Wang Mo now understands the meaning of the three words "daughter".
"How should I deal with this thing?"
Looking at the missile that lost power, Wang Mo was in trouble. He didn't understand this thing. Should he just leave it or throw it away?
"Great Father God, I feel a strange breath in the village. It seems that something strange has descended. Can you give me some of this thing? Maybe it will help my research."
The research elf Casey, who was collecting in the alchemy room, suddenly sent a message.
The strange breath must be the breath of the missile.
Wang Mo asked, "Someone wanted to attack us with a missile just now. If you need it, you can take it for research."
Casey ran over. Her sixth-level strength made her run very fast.
After seeing the missile, she said with great certainty, "It has a strong iron element and the breath of other elements. Father God, I am sure this thing will be very helpful for my research. Can you give it to me?" Nonsense, it's useless to keep this thing by yourself, just take it if you want.
"Take it, but be careful, this thing may explode!"
With Wang Mo's consent, Casey was very happy, "Thank you Father God for the reward!"
She ran to the missile and squatted down.
Wang Mo was about to ask if she wanted to find someone to help her carry the missile back, after all, this thing weighed at least several hundred kilograms or even a thousand kilograms.
"Freeze!"
With a cry, Casey suddenly exuded an icy breath, and then the missile was wrapped in thick ice.
There was a gap in the ice, just big enough to fit a hand.
Casey stretched out one hand and lifted up the missile, which was much larger than her, through the gap. "Father God, I have studied it. I have frozen it, and it won't explode!"
She ran away with the frozen missile, just like that.
Wang Mo was stunned. Is this strength so great?
A sixth-level elf, a research-type elf, is it so terrifying?