Chapter 2273 Pretentious Declaration of the Rise of the First Generation of Female Soldier Kings

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"This guy..." Xi looked at Vicky, who was lying on her bed in a large shape, with a comfortable and satisfied smile on her face, and frowned.

She didn't want to meet those members of Vicky's regiment, so she could only let her stay in the battleship, and leave on her own when she sobered up.

Also, she wanted to remind Vicky not to get too close to Mag after she sobered up.

Although that man doesn't look like a bad person, it has two worlds at stake, and his position is greater than personal good or bad.

Vicky's identity is somewhat special, being able to access things that most federal residents in the dungeon cannot, also means that she controls the real core secrets of the dungeon.

Although she is also bound by the code of secrecy of the dungeon, with her drinking power, Xi can't help but worry whether she can abide by the code of secrecy.

"Come... have another drink! Master Alex, you are so good..." Vicky murmured, turned over, and let out a happy pig cry.

Xi Xi resisted the urge to take out the recorder, covered her with a thin quilt, turned around and left the room, and went to her office.

It's time for a daily diary again.

Observer log:

** day, sunny...

...

Mag took Irina to experience the fun of hunting in the Warcraft Mountains, and changed the heavy sniper to the silencer mode, choosing some manic Warcraft in the mountains as targets.

After simply getting used to a few shots, Irina quickly mastered the sniper skill, locked on to the target, glanced at it, and shot instantly, with a hit rate close to 100%.

Mag shut himself off for a long time, then gave a thumbs up silently.

Some things are really about talent.

Although he is a man, he seems to be more suitable for playing with guns, but his talent is three blocks away from Irina.

"It seems quite simple." Irina put down the heavy sniper in her hand, looked at Mag and asked, "Are ordinary people playing this for the first time, are they at about the same level?"

The corner of Mag's mouth twitched. This is not the level of ordinary people playing for the first time. This is a pretending declaration of the rise of a generation of female soldier kings!

"You are very talented in playing with guns." Mag said with a smile.

"The power of this gun far exceeds my expectations. If the gun is an ordinary human being, as long as he goes through professional training and finds a suitable sniper point, he can completely snipe and kill an unsuspecting tenth-level powerhouse." Irina Looking at the gun in his hand, he said with a serious expression: "The strength of the dungeon seems to be far beyond my expectations."

Mag nodded, "If the dungeon was invaded last time, instead of the undead army, we would be completely irresistible."

Not to mention anything else, the warships they dispatched alone can bring a high-intensity dimensionality reduction blow to the Nolan Continent, not to mention the powerful individual combat capabilities under the blessing of guns and mechas.

"Then how do we prevent their invasion?" Irina asked again.

"This...we don't need to think about it for the time being, because there is no way to deal with it at all." Mag smiled and shook his head, "For the time being, don't hold any hostility towards them, and don't treat them as imaginary enemies, and don't even let you and me on the Nolan continent. The fourth person besides Gina knew about the existence of the dungeon, and could save the Nolan Continent from danger.

The dungeon is voluntarily separated from the Nolan Continent, and the two sides are forcibly separated. As long as we maintain the status quo, it is enough. "

Irina nodded thoughtfully, seemingly relieved a lot.

"Play for a while, or go back directly?" Mag asked.

"Go back, knowing what it is and how powerful it is is enough, but I still prefer direct combat." Irina handed the gun in her hand to Mag.

Mag thought of the way she was holding the folding chair, and felt a little inexplicably amused.

Back at the dining room, the two took a mandarin duck bath, fought several times, put the bed under undue pressure, and fell asleep contentedly.

...

Mag got up early the next day, and after finishing the business in the morning, went to Hope Academy.

The main body of the complex has been completed, and exterior wall decoration and interior decoration are being carried out at the same time.

The best carpenter among the night elves, making details such as eaves and railings vivid and interesting, as beautiful as works of art.

"Mr. McGonagall, the construction will be over tonight. We will remove all the enclosures and items overnight. Do you need help placing the items inside?" The construction leader asked Mag, looking at Mag.

"Thanks for your hard work, I won't bother you with the arrangement of the internal items." Mag nodded, and the work was completed a day ahead of schedule, showing the professionalism of the night elves.

As for things like teaching aids, he ordered them directly from the system. As long as the space is free, he can just let the system deliver them to him and set them up.

At this time, it is best that there is no one at the scene, so as to avoid the trouble of his explanation.

Mag didn't wander around in the academy so as not to affect other people's work, but when he came out of the academy gate, he still met an acquaintance.

"Boss Mai, why are you here?!" Vivienne came forward with a smile on her face, with an expression of seeing a rare visitor.

"I'll oversee the work." Mag pointed in the direction of the construction site.

"I heard from Luna that you are going to hold cooking classes, and you have built a cooking teaching complex yourself, which is a big deal." Vivienne took another step forward and said with a flattering expression: "When the time comes, I will Can you come to class too?"

"You want to go to Hope Academy too? Isn't this a bit overage?" Mag asked in surprise.

Vivian stomped her feet angrily: "I'm a teacher! Not a student!"

"Oh, it turned out to be Teacher Vivienne." Mag showed a smile on his face, "Then you are welcome to attend the class at any time, but there is no guarantee that you can understand."

"Don't worry, I'm very talented in cooking, which is recognized by our family." Vivian patted her chest confidently.

Mag doesn't quite believe it. After all, Michael is so busy, he definitely doesn't know how to cook, and the wife of the mayor doesn't look like a lady who can cook. Such a family of three recognized the talent of a chef, and there is not much reference. value.

However, if Vivian was interested in attending the class, he would naturally not refuse.

Fans, one more is one, there is no reason to pick and choose.

"Are you here for a trial class today?" McGonagall changed the subject.

"Oh! I'm here to listen to the class, it's over, I'm going to be late!" Vivian slapped her head and rushed towards the academy, not forgetting to turn her head and say to Mag: "Goodbye, Boss Mai! I'll come to your house tonight Have a meal!"

Mag watched Vivienne, who seemed not very smart, leave, stepped on her bicycle and left slowly.

He didn't rush back to the restaurant, but went to Hill's, asked her for some senior engineers, and planned to build a mechanical school for Hope Academy.

Technology makes life better, and mechanical technology will be the cornerstone.

McGonagall intends to let some of the children of the Hope Academy have access to the most cutting-edge technology in Nolan Continent, let them participate in it, and even have the opportunity to lead some things.