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Mo Lan can bet with his roommate's dog head that this is definitely an extraordinary monster, and it is very strong.

"Well, cows eat grass and are good friends of our human beings, and killing cows in the feudal era was a serious crime of beheading.

As progressive young people in the new era, it is our duty and responsibility to abide by the law, so this bull..."

Looking at the bull king, Mo Lan was silent for a long time.

"Don't kill it."

Chapter 17 Fireball

The kind Mo Lan looked away from the herd and looked elsewhere.

His eyes turned, and suddenly a touch of red appeared on Mo Lan's eyelids.

"Is this... a flamingo?"

Mo Lan was a little surprised. There was a tidal flat, and a flaming red flamingo was walking on the edge of the lake. From time to time, its slender and curved mouth fell down, and it took a small fish out of the tidal flat and ate it.

The red flamingos stand on the beach like a flame, burning in the lake.

"Would you like to give it a try?"

Mo Lan's eyes rolled, obviously trying to figure out a way. If the flamingo walked over like this, it would flap its wings and run away, and the farts wouldn't be able to eat fresh.

"Have to think of a way."

Thinking about it, Mo Lan suddenly patted her head.

"Hey, why can't I just rush over, sigh, forget it, let's continue to think of a way."

"By the way, isn't this flamingo living in groups? Why is this one alone?"

Mo Lan was puzzled, and immediately looked at the flamingo carefully.

When his eyes crossed the flamingo's wings, his eyes froze, and there seemed to be a hideous wound under the wings.

"So this flamingo is a flightless flamingo?"

Mo Lan's mood instantly improved.

"Then what else are you thinking about, reckless!"

Mo Lan twisted her neck, but still didn't rush over.

It's not without reason that injured flamingos can still fish leisurely there.

Turning around and climbing up the mountain, it took a long time to find a hollow dead tree.

Although dead wood is hollow and easy to hold, it is still hard.

After weighing it twice, he used a dagger to separate the dead wood, and then fiddled with some wood to create two slightly curved mud sleds.

Mo Lan came to the lakeside wetlands far away from the flamingos, put down the mud pry, walked up, fixed it with a small wooden stick with both hands, and the mud pry moved with it.

Two wooden boards with some arcs slid rapidly on the wetlands. Mo Lan, who already had some basics, quickly got started. After falling a few times, he slid skillfully after being covered in mud, and the speed became faster and faster.

And when going straight ahead, keep accelerating, keep accelerating, and enjoy the whistling of the wind.

After being skilled enough, Mo Lan didn't grumble, just reversed the direction, and started to accelerate continuously when aiming at the flamingo. At the same time, he also turned on the camera mode by the way.

The direction remains unchanged, but the stick in his hand keeps falling, and the inertia of Mo Lan's body moving forward has also turned into a driving force at this moment.

The speed continues to increase, and the distance between the flamingo and the flamingo decreases rapidly.

At this time, Mo Lan, who was constantly approaching, immediately caught the attention of the flamingo. She raised her slender neck, stared at Mo Lan and made a cry, her wings subconsciously unfolded, but the wound at the root of the wing was torn open, causing severe pain. Directly deform the flamingo's movement.

This made Mo Lan, who had been concerned about it, overjoyed, and immediately seized the opportunity, continued to accelerate, and approached quickly.

But at this time, Flamingo suddenly made an unexpected move by Mo Lan.

When he opened his mouth, a red dot appeared, and the next moment it turned into a fireball the size of a human head and came towards Mo Lan.

"Fuck! Extraordinary monsters!"

Mo Lan never thought that the injured flamingo was actually a monster. He thought it was just an ordinary flamingo.

However, instead of scaring him, this change gave Mo Lan a huge surprise.

Wounded supernatural beast, what a pleasant thing.

Concentrating on her mind, the fireball approached, and the fiery temperature caused Mo Lan's hair and eyelashes to turn yellow and curved, and her skin to dry quickly.

The fireball continued to expand in Mo Lan's pupils, and Mo Lan didn't react at all, as if she was stunned.

But just as the fireball was about to hit Mo Lan, the wind blade formed in front of him instantly, and the one-meter-long wind blade collided directly with the fireball the size of a human head.

The scattered and uncondensed wind blades did not cut the fireball, but let the fireball explode, and endless pressure and flames sprayed out, burning the clothes on Mo Lan's back, and the entire back became charred under the flames.

Just at the moment, the moment after releasing the wind blade, Mo Lan kicked directly, his feet got off the mud sled, and he turned 360 degrees in the air. The precision allowed him to avoid the fireball and appear behind the fireball.

The fireball detonated by the wind blade scorched the entire back of Mo Lan, and the pressure released also turned into power and fell on Mo Lan's back at this moment.

Mo Lan in the air was launched under a momentary high pressure, and appeared directly in front of the flamingo across a distance of tens of meters with lightning speed.

As soon as the flamingo spit out the fireball, he found himself being approached by Mo Lan and wanted to hide quickly, but Mo Lan directly opened his hands and gave the flamingo a loving hug. At the same time, the dagger in his right hand was also in the flamingo across the neck.

puff!

Blood sprayed from the flamingo's neck, but Mo Lan, who was hugging the flamingo, also spat out a mouthful of scarlet blood.

His internal organs had all been shattered in the one blow just now, and he is now dead.

Mo Lan, who became a soul state, saw a white smoke floating from the flamingo before he was happy, and his face changed greatly.

"not good!"

In an instant, Mo Lan clicked to resurrect with lightning speed, and successfully resurrected before Bai Yan entered Mo Lan's body.

The original experience points have been deducted, so there is no loss of experience points in this resurrection, and the 140 experience points of killing the flamingo directly let Mo Lan get rid of the weak state, and there are 47 more experience points.

"Cool! Pretty! Awesome! Mo Lan is the most handsome!"

Mo Lan roared excitedly, and after a little slow down, he picked up some flamingo corpses that had fallen into the mud, and then walked towards the shore while wading in the mud, still smiling at the corner of his mouth.

And the flamingo in his arms exudes a blazing heat, just like holding a flame in his arms.

I found a place to wash the mud off my body, and I also washed the flamingo by the way.

After rinsing, Mo Lan began to check his harvest, first using a dagger to directly cut off the flamingo's head.

Sure enough, Mo Lan found a fiery red transcendent core inside, with red stars hidden inside.

Mo Lan recalled the power of the fireball technique, which was like a small howitzer exploding just now, and her eyes became hot.

When picking up the transcendent core, the first side of the ink cartridge in his mind was facing the transcendent core, but it was not reflected. Mo Lan seemed to understand something.

Mo Lan looked at the wind blade spell model on the first side of the ink cartridge, and was still a little hesitant, but he didn't hesitate for too long, and only a moment later he made a decision.

A thought moves.

The invisible hand wiped the first surface of the ink cartridge, and the spell model of Wind Blade Art was disrupted and reverted to disordered patterns.

The next moment, the lines gradually turned red, condensed, moved, and slowly, a brand new fire-red spell model appeared on the first side of the cartridge.

New Spell Model - Fireball!

Chapter 18 Spell Scrolls

"Fireball!"

Mo Lan had a smile on her face, but she came back to her senses in a blink of an eye, and quickly carried the flamingo to the shore and hung it upside down on a tree.

The flamingo was hanging in the air, and the blood kept pouring out from the wound on the neck. Mo Lan quickly caught the blood of the flamingo with the bamboo tube prepared in advance.

One barrel, two barrels, three barrels!

Halfway through the third canister, the wound stopped bleeding. Later, Mo Lan squeezed his nose a little, barely filling the third canister by two-thirds.

After the blood was packed, it was sealed with a stopper. Looking at the three tubes of flamingo blood, Mo Lan frowned slightly, and hung the three tubes of flamingo blood directly around her waist, and then her hands were busy a little faster.

"I hope the blood doesn't coagulate too quickly."

Mo Lan murmured to himself, and directly plucked out part of the flamingo's feathers, and then used a dagger to take off the square bird skin about the size of a head.

The skin of the bird is light red and feels warm in the hand.

After getting the bird skin, Mo Lan flattened it directly on a stone, pulled out a feather to make a pen, and put the flamingo blood aside for ink.

Taking a deep breath, Mo Lan opened the drawing page, established a three-axis coordinate system, drew the fireball spell model, and marked each spell node with coordinates.

There are a total of 21 coordinates in the fireball technique, and the core has three points, which are a six-point point and two five-point points.

The six pathways connected at the same point were dazzling, and even Mo Lan took a while to figure it out.

Sharpening the knife without accidentally chopping wood, Mo Lan took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, and immediately started writing. The hollow feather of the flamingo turned into a pen, stained with blood that had not yet solidified, and then landed on the bird's skin.

One spell node, two spell nodes, three spell nodes...

When the third spell node fell and was connected with a line, Mo Lan's eyes suddenly showed a look of joy.

A fire elemental energy began to appear on the bird's skin, or they were originally hidden in the bird's skin, feathers, and blood, and were invisible until now being drawn out by three spell nodes.

Continue to draw.

The spell nodes fell one by one, and Mo Lan kept drawing with the blood in the feather stick, but when the fifth spell node was completed, Mo Lan suddenly found that the flamingo feathers in his hand seemed to be pale and cold, and the hand felt a little wrong.

Before Mo Lan could study it, he threw the feather away, pulled out a flamingo feather, held it in his hand, and continued to draw.

After the completion of one node after another, the fire element energy on the animal skin became more and more intense, and gradually spread to the whole animal skin. At this time, Mo Lan ushered in the first challenge.

A five-connected node. Five pathways are linked to this node, which affects half of the spell model. Mo Lan doesn't know what the consequences will be if the angle and length of the energy pathway are wrong, but he believes that it is definitely not what he wants to see. .

Holding his breath, the feathers were stained with ink, and they slid across the bird's skin quickly. The ink cartridge in his head was spinning rapidly, and Mo Lan was completely absorbed. In his world, only feathers and bird skin were left.

At this moment, his hand was as precise as a machine, without the slightest error.

Mo Lan was a little tired. He wanted to stop and rest for a while, but not long after he stopped, he found that the fire element energy on the bird's skin seemed to be dissipating.

This made him anxious, so he immediately picked up the quill pen, dipped it in ink and continued to draw.

As the drawing continued, the fire elements in blood, quills, and animal skins were continuously drawn out by the spell model.

It didn't take long for the second five-joint spell node to be successfully completed. Finally, Mo Lan came to the last node of the spell model, which was also the most critical and most difficult six-joint point to draw.

This node affects the entire spell model and is the spine of the entire spell model. Once this spell node fails, Mo Lan feels that the entire spell model will collapse, and there is no second possibility.

"call."

One, two, three, four...

The speed of Mo Lan's operation gradually slowed down, but the fifth path was still successfully drawn, but when the sixth path started, Mo Lan's hand suddenly froze.

At this moment, Mo Lan could clearly feel that the entire spell model was pressed on the hand holding the pen, and the fire element energy that almost covered the bird's skin was also all connected to the quill in his hand.

The feather pen, which was as light as a feather, was as heavy as a mountain at the moment, which made Mo Lan's hand feel heavy and made the movement of the feather pen extremely difficult.

Needless to say, Mo Lan naturally had a clear understanding in his heart.

This is the last node, this is the last passage, as long as this passage is completed, the spell model will be drawn successfully, the experiment will be successful, and you will be able to release spells without using ink cartridges.

But in the same way, as long as this stroke is wrong, the whole piece of bird skin will be reduced to ashes in the flames.

"call."

Breathing out gently, Mo Lan held the heavy quill and landed on the bird's skin.

Move the quill little by little, leaving a straight and even red line on the skin of the bird.

Although Mo Lan's speed is slow, there is no tremor, and it is still as precise as a machine.

boom!

The last stroke was completed, the essence of the quill in his hand became pale and the essence was evacuated, and there seemed to be a sound of flames rising in Mo Lan's mind.

The last gap in the bird's skin was filled, and the whole piece of animal skin was covered by the full fire element energy.

The flame ignited, and the color of the bird skin became dark and simple in the flame, not like a bird skin, but like a carefully crafted and expensive thick vellum.

The flames dissipated, and the spell model drawn on it was printed and dyed inside the bird's skin, as if it should have been the pattern on it. In the vagueness, in a cloud of red mist, a three-dimensional spell model slowly rotated.

The spell model was empty, but Mo Lan understood that as long as he held the bird skin, he could activate the spell model with a single thought, and completed a series of steps such as attracting and condensing the flame elements in the environment in an instant, thus forming a powerful fireball.

Rolling up the dark brown bird skin, the flame element was immediately wrapped in it, without leaking the slightest, as if this was an ordinary animal skin scroll.