Chapter 325: The Royal Capital!

"Uncle, make me a shield!"

Lu Zhouhao shouted heartlessly, he doesn't need to do homework or read books here, and he is so happy to be able to play around!

Mo Lan didn't even raise his head, and with a wave of his finger, a magic radiance bloomed on Lu Zhouhao's body, turning into a ball shield to wrap Lu Zhouhao inside.

It's just that after casting the spell, Mo Lan seemed to react and glanced at Lu Zhouhao above his head.

"By the way, Zhou Hao, let me ask you a question. The chariot is traveling at a speed of 60 kilometers per hour on a semicircular official road with a radius of 1,000 kilometers.

A person takes a shortcut to chase the chariot at the starting point of the semicircle. Assuming that the terrain, physical strength and other factors are not considered, the speed is a constant speed of 30 kilometers per hour.

Then can he catch up with the chariot before the chariot completes the semi-circular course? If so, where to catch up with the chariot?

If not, how many kilometers away is he from the chariot when the chariot finishes running? "

Lu Zhouhao:? ? ?

"Uncle, I'm playing back and forth, and the car is too shaken, so I can't do the questions."

Lu Zhouhao rolled his eyes and thought of a way.

"No, no, as a qualified mage, calm thinking in battle is a necessary ability and must be trained.

Otherwise, how do you calculate and cast spells? Since you intend to become a powerful mage, you must start training immediately.

If you give up by yourself and be a coward... then forget it, you play. "

"Really?"

Lu Zhouhao fell into hesitation and confusion.

"certainly."

Mo Lan said seriously.

"Oh well."

Lu Zhouhao counted with a serious face. The adjusted shield was full of elasticity, bouncing up and down in the vibrating carriage.

Seeing this, Lu Bin fell silent.

"Ah, you are a real dog."

"Any questions?"

"It's hard for someone to rest for a period of time, and you have to ask a question, so be yourself."

Mo Lan shrugged.

"The child is still young and needs exercise. It is not a bad thing to exercise more. Maybe in a few days, this child will brag outside that he is still exercising when he is on the road, bragging how difficult his exercise is."

"Eh, even if that's the case, you don't compare to such a difficult question, do you? Don't you think this question is a bit out of the box?

And are you sure you can solve this problem? Have a solution? "

"I don't know if I can solve it, but Chaogang must be Chaogang, and it's not just a little thing. Lu Zhouhao will definitely not be able to solve it."

After Mo Lan finished speaking, Lu Bin became even more confused.

"Then you still let him solve it? The environment for solving the problem is so bad, and you still give him a problem that he can't solve?"

Mo Lan smiled.

"I didn't intend to let him really answer it. When he realizes that the question is beyond the outline, and just ask it, then it will be considered calm enough."

Lu Bin was silent, this time he was really speechless, because he suddenly felt that it made sense.

After Mo Lan finished speaking, he glanced at Lu Zhouhao, and then at Lu Bin. He looked calm on the surface, but he was relieved in his heart.

"Huh, I almost didn't fool it, um, my little nephew is really fun."

Mo Lan was floating in the air, no matter how the chariot vibrated or changed, Mo Lan's position did not change at all.

The mental power spreads all over the body, the high-speed rotation calculation of the ink cartridge, coupled with the strengthening of thinking, calculates the force in each direction in real time, calculates the direction of movement of the chariot, and changes the trajectory.

Then apply force in the same direction or in the opposite direction at the same time as the chariot changes, and always maintain the relative position between itself and the chariot cockpit without any change.

Time passed quickly, and more and more people saw this big truck, which made their discussions on the forum more lively.

Coupled with the elemental cannon that was dragged out before, the forum is discussing what technology or products the Mage Association will come up with that will scare people to death.

In addition, Mo Lan also received many messages from the president, and Mo Lan's unified reply was to discuss with him face to face after he returned.

Of course, Mo Lan can be sure that these presidents will definitely go to Lin Wu again.

However, Mo Lan can also be sure that Lin Wu must be busy casting the three-ring, or even the four-ring fireball engine. There are many problems in it. Whether it is the constant of the spell model or the limit of the material, it takes a lot of time to test and ponder. Coupled with Mo Lan's refusal, it's only a ghost that Lin Wu would take care of them.

The capital of Morse!

Behind Zhang Guangmo was a steel rod slung across his back. The bottom of the rod's head was dark red and black, making it obvious that it was a murder weapon.

He seems to have completely changed at this moment, the close-fitting clothes make him look very capable, and there is a bit of evil spirit between his brows, like an adventurer licking blood on the knife edge, a warrior fighting for his life.

Compared with the red maple satin, the gate of the capital city is obviously a bit deserted, only many aborigines and players line up to enter the city, and the so-called market at the gate of the city does not exist.

But after entering, you can feel the prosperity of the royal capital.

The excrement of the entire capital has been contracted by the players, so there is no more suffocating stench.

Walking on the street, looking at the caravans coming in and out, and looking at the plainly dressed but rosy-faced aborigines, from this point of view, the capital seems to be not bad, prosperous and rich.

However, Zhang Guangmo didn't stay here too long. He opened the map of the capital and glanced at it before heading west.

As Zhang Guangmo left the main road and entered the alley, the number of people on the road gradually decreased. After passing through a narrow alley, Zhang Guangmo seemed to have entered a completely different city.

The place is chaotic and dark, and there are dilapidated and leaky wood and straw houses. From time to time, there are people who are skinny and pale, lying on the ground, panting for breath.

When Zhang Guangmo entered here, pairs of eyes emerged from the darkness to stare at Zhang Guangmo who broke into here.

But when he saw the steel rod on Zhang Guangmo's back, many eyes disappeared, but also some eyes showed a trace of greed.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie, boy, hand over the steel rod behind you, or I will kick your ass hard with my spiked boots."

A fat man with a fat stomach and a swollen face stopped Zhang Guangmo with a butcher's knife.

A few gangsters with tattoos on their hands blocked the back way, and when they heard the fat man's words, they all laughed exaggeratedly, and then looked greedily at the steel rod behind Zhang Guangmo's back.

Here, an eyebrow-level steel rod is a huge fortune.

What's more, with their tricky eyesight, they can completely see that the steel used to cast steel bars is definitely extremely rare and high-quality steel, which can easily be sold for a sky-high price.

"He's dying."

"Being targeted by the butcher, what a pity for this fair little face."

"This steel rod is probably going to be in the hands of the butcher. Hurry up and inform the boss."

There were whispers in the dark corners and alleys around.