In other words, the materials for making this golem may have hidden dangers and defects.

"We can slowly grind this golem to death. I found that it does not have automatic repair technology! At that time, I will focus on output and you will get rid of your blood."

Everyone's eyes lit up.

"I understand." Laitian head: "We can make catapults... Let us leave this to our Cat Little Fat Guild, and we will let them see what remote firepower cover is. It will make it covered with white marks and slowly slap its blood."

A guild president asked, "Then what can the rest of us do?"

"At night, I organized someone to patrol, and I suspect someone would come to steal the house!"

The expressions of the presidents of the public are quite interesting.

Surprised, or disbelieve.

There was even a faint sarcasm on his face.

"They don't dare to come out at all." The guild president smiled and said, "The White Maggie Warlock's deterrence is too great. Besides, what if we steal our base? At worst, we can change a stronghold."

Roland spread his hands: "But a large number of players may sacrifice themselves, report a lot of experience points, or be downgraded. So isn't it good to prepare in advance?"

"Boss Roland, you are a lone wolf player. You don't know at all. What is the experience of managing a guild? The command is not casual. Everything must be decided by appropriate reasons." The guild president continued: "Besides, what about them stealing their homes? We may not be able to fight."

Feeling the other party's faint hostility, Roland shrugged disconcerted.

Don't persuade the devil.

He just made a suggestion, whether the other party accepts it or not is their business.

"So what is our chance of winning?" asked the fat kitten.

Roland thought for a while: "I think it's 100%. The mission just allows us to destroy the space magic tower, and there is no limit on time. If ten days are not enough, we will only have half a year. I don't think that the space magic tower can fight a protracted battle with us."

The guild leader laughed.

I think Roland's statement makes sense.

Of course, that's all, few players are willing to spend the first half of a year with a space magic tower.

The faster the task, the better.

Roland thought for a while and asked, "By the way, when I read the war report, I saw that you had transferred most of the Catman race out. Is there any Malomasha in it?"

"What do you want to do?" The president of a certain guild was laughing just now, and then his face immediately changed: "Ma Luo belongs to all of us, not to you?"

Roland showed a puzzled expression.

Someone next to him immediately explained: "This person is a heavy cat slave and especially likes black cats, so you understand."

Oh, so that's it.

Understand and understand.

Roland's first girlfriend was also a heavy cat slave. He understood how obsessed these people with cats.

So he finally understood why the player was hostile to him just now.

It turns out that relationship is 'jealous'.

"Maromasha took her tribe members for more than 30 kilometers and found a small oasis to live in." The female guild player next to her explained: "If you want to find them, just go directly along the north. Anyway, you can fly, and you should arrive soon."

Roland nodded and left the command center.

After he left, a heated discussion started in the command center, and the matter of whether to organize a large number of manpower to patrol and guard against was put on the agenda.

Roland flew in the air and soon found the oasis where Malomasha was.

After he descended, he saw the cat man in the oasis, lazy near the oasis, sleeping on the sand and sun.

It was so hot that I rolled a few times and rolled under the shade of the tree for a while.

Maro Masha leaned against the tree trunk and yawned.

From time to time, she "combed" her face with her hands.

When the cat human race is in a state of confusion, it will unconsciously make cat tribe actions engraved with profound DNA.

The Cats are living a good life now. Even if they stay here in an oasis, they have something to eat.

The Sons of Gold organized a large amount of daily necessities to them.

It is no problem to let the entire cat man live for two or three months.

When Roland landed, the unhidden magic fluctuations scared Malomasha to jump up.

But after seeing it was Roland, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She waited for Roland to land in front of her and smiled, "Long time no see, Your Excellency Roland."

"It's indeed gone for a while." Roland responded with a smile.

"Are you here to find me?"

Malomasha and Roland have been together for a while. He is a person who doesn't like to beat around the bush, so she directly asks the other party for purpose, not saying so many stupid things.

"Yes." Roland nodded: "Marilyn misses you very much and is worried about you. She asked if you would like to go to the Red Magic Tower to live with her."

"I think so." Malomasha's face was full of helplessness. She looked at the cat people around her: "But I have to take responsibility for them."

That's true.

Roland looked at the cats nearby who were basking in the sun lazyly.

Now it looks very quiet in the Cat Human race, but this race is so curious that it can make itself a minority. It is estimated that the Cat Human race is the only one in this world.

Like now, there are a few cats who don’t want to sleep anymore, but instead look at Roland and Maromasha with curious eyes.

"That's a bit of a pity." Roland sighed and shook his head.
Chapter completed!