Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 420 Getting the Various Races of Terra Addicted to the Internet

He instructed everyone to follow the instructions and click "match".

Screen loading.

The next second, a deafening roar poured into everyone's brain through the headphones!

In the video, they are sitting on a landing craft, with a vast battlefield in the distance, where artillery fire is raging.

Bullets rained down, clanging and clattering on the ship.

"Jump ship!"

The ship finally reached the shore amidst gunfire, and at Lin Mo's command, he was the first to jump off the ship.

The others scrambled to follow his example and pressed F to disembark. Those who didn't know how were taught by other netizens.

"Whoaah!"

Thorin let out a strange cry, and as soon as he stepped off the ship, the screen instantly turned gray.

Thorin: "???"

He looked completely bewildered.

"You've been killed! Resurrect quickly and keep going!" commented a bystander.

Kyle, on the other hand, was much calmer. He landed smoothly and quickly found cover.

"Enemy! On the hillside at three o'clock!" Elder Muyu shouted, his eagle-eye vision proving equally useful in the game.

"Charge!"

Grom was standing and playing games on a height-adjustable table.

He and Alistar, two reckless men, charged out with machine guns, only to be riddled with bullets by snipers on the hillside.

Grom: "..."

Alistar: "..."

"Don't be impulsive! Find cover! This is war, not a duel!" Lin Mo shouted in the team voice chat.

The battle was in complete chaos.

These powerful figures who once dominated the Terra continent became complete newbies in the game.

They don't understand the game; they can only passively take the beating.

However, the sense of defeat ignited their inherent competitive spirit.

"Again!"

After suffering a crushing defeat in the first round, Thorin roared with red eyes.

In the second round, they were a bit smarter and started following behind Lin Mo.

Lin Mo was like a god of war, his sniper rifle appearing and disappearing like a ghost, accurately taking down one enemy after another.

"See that? That's called tactics."

"Elder Kyle, go to that hillside over there; the view is better there."

"Elder Thorin, you and the orc brothers are in charge of suppressing fire, don't charge in so recklessly!"

Under Lin Mo's command, the battle began to improve.

On the hillside, Kyle saw the enemy a kilometer away for the first time using a sniper scope.

He pulled the trigger.

The bullet whistled out and hit the enemy's head precisely.

Kyle was completely stunned.

This is faster and more deadly than instant-cast magic!

Thorin also found amusement, firing wildly from the machine gun position on a tank at any possible enemy location.

He was intoxicated by the exhilarating feeling of that metallic storm tearing everything apart.

It was the damn overheating setting that really bothered him.

That night.

The top internet cafes in Tian Shu City were brightly lit all night long.

No one left.

The diplomatic mission on the continent of Terra has been completely overrun.

They cheered for a brilliant kill at times, and cursed when they were ambushed by the enemy at others.

Aloof mages, irritable dwarves, elegant elves, reckless orcs...

All identities and inhibitions crumble before the allure of esports.

The sky gradually brightened without us even realizing it.

Liu Youwan stood guard outside the internet cafe all night, watching the otherworldly visitors inside with red eyes but high spirits, and was completely speechless.

"One more round!"

Thorin's voice was hoarse, his beard was messy, but his eyes remained bright.

"Aim for the head, kill him instantly!" Elder Muyu pointed at the enemy on the screen whose head he had blown off with a single shot, his tone tinged with excitement.

Annie, the cat-eared girl, was completely captivated.

She was no longer that delicate little girl, but had transformed into a female warrior charging into battle.

Her character wields a submachine gun, nimbly moving between cover, her cat ears twitching occasionally, as if trying to catch the subtle sounds in the game.

"Mr. Lin, I... I 'killed' another enemy!" she shouted excitedly, completely disregarding her image.

Lin Mo raised his hand and glanced at the smart terminal on his wrist.

Eight o'clock in the morning.

He put down the mouse, got up and stretched, his joints cracking and popping.

His physique and bottomless mental energy meant he didn't feel tired at all and remained full of energy.

Looking at the Terra members, their eyes were bloodshot, yet they were staring intently at the screen, rapidly moving the mouse.

His energy was even greater than if he had drunk dragon's blood.

"Alright everyone, it's dawn."

Lin Mo clapped his hands and shouted:

"It's time for us to get off the plane, have some breakfast, and then rest."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a chorus of wails erupted from the internet cafe.

"No, Mr. Lin!"

Thorin's large, thick fingers clumsily tapped the keyboard, his eyes unblinking, and he roared:

"Just one more round! Just one more! I'll be able to use that damn 'sniper scope' perfectly soon!"

"I learned how to modify guns, and I've improved my shooting stability!"

"Holy Child!"

Kyle's usual elegance was long gone; his lips were pressed into a thin line, and his gaze darted back and forth between the minimap and the crosshair.

"I've figured out the trick to this game, I've come up with a new tactic, I'm sure I'll win the next round!"

Even the cat-eared girl Annie puffed out her cheeks and begged him softly.

"Mr. Lin, please play a little longer... just a little longer..."

Elder Muyu remained silent, his eyes glued to the screen, completely absorbed in the game.

Looking at this group of "internet addicts" who had completely fallen into addiction, Lin Mo couldn't help but smile.

This is exactly the effect he wanted.

Let them have their fun?

nonexistent.

Games, food, and all sorts of novelties are the bait he casts.

To establish a trade system dominated by Great Xia in Terra, relying solely on military intimidation and the exchange of benefits is too slow and unstable.

Culture, especially entertainment culture, is the fastest knife.

It can subtly penetrate your heart, making you fall in love with Da Xia's lifestyle, want Da Xia's products, crave your goods, and ultimately become completely inseparable from it.

This is Yang Conspiracy.

Lin Mo held up one finger.

"The last one!"

"After I finish playing, I'll have breakfast and then go to sleep."

"I have other plans for this afternoon."

Upon hearing this, everyone's faces showed both regret and curiosity about the new itinerary.

They immediately focused all their energy on this final game, not wanting to waste a single second.

In this game, they displayed a level of teamwork never seen before.

Kyle's sniper rifle was deadly, Thorin's machine gun kept the enemy pinned down, and the orcs no longer charged forward mindlessly.

The KD ratio of several players is finally no longer negative.

Although they ultimately lost, everyone's face was beaming with joy.

Looking at the top rankings, I felt so good about them.

Finally, they left reluctantly, with lingering feelings and looking back every few steps.

Back at the rest area, a buffet breakfast was already laid out.

A group of people began to wolf down their food.

The food at Daxia is so delicious, I can never get enough of it!

Instead of discussing magic or major racial issues, they talked about who had the best movement skills, who had the best aim, and what clever tricks they had up their sleeves in the game.

For example, the mad Thorin likes to choose the dragon, jump out of a helicopter and blow up tanks.

"Do you know what it feels like to see enemy tanks blown into the air? The score was super high, it was so satisfying!"