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A hemp rope was pulled from the clothes and wrapped around the reel twice, lightly tied and tied with a bow.

He wanted to draw a second spell scroll while he still felt, but his mental fatigue made him understand that if he tried hard, he might only lead to failure.

"Forget it, let's run away first, this flamingo is hanging here, and the smell of blood has spread out for miles. The blood of this extraordinary beast knows what level of monsters will be drawn later."

Before the words fell, Mo Lan hugged the flamingo's long legs and slapped it on his shoulders, then ran away.

I ran out along the stream and took a while to return to my dilapidated log cabin.

The chalet was built by the stream, and Mo Lan was quite satisfied at first, but when he thought about the scenery next to Jinghu Lake, he shook his head uninterestingly and entered the house with a flamingo on his back.

Chapter 19 Changes

"There are a lot of feathers, which should be enough for now. The bird skin can barely be dismembered to produce seven complete pieces, but it is the blood of the flamingo... Alas, I hope it will not freeze if it is just dangling like this."

Mo Lan looked at the three tubes of flamingo blood with a headache.

If you just look at the amount, then the amount of three barrels is definitely more than enough to draw seven spell models.

But what Mo Lan was worried about was that the blood would all solidify before he could finish drawing the seven spell scrolls.

"Without an anticoagulant, do you have to find someone to boil the blood before drawing? It won't boil either."

Mo Lan had no choice but to use a rope to hang the three tubes of flamingo blood on the beam and swing it, so that it would continue to shake and try to delay the time for it to solidify.

Lying on the hard bed, Mo Lan, who had slept for two or three hours, finally recovered.

Awoken by the alarm clock, he hurriedly opened the bamboo tube, and he was relieved to see that the blood of the flamingos had not yet solidified inside.

Spread out the still warm bird skin and hold the warm quill.

The quill dipped ink on the spell model, a dot, a line, a miracle.

But the familiar flame element reappeared when the third spell node was drawn, which made Mo Lan relieved and made him pay attention.

Continue to draw, with the completion of one node after another, the fire element on the pale pink bird skin slowly increases.

Soon Mo Lan came to the last core node. In front of the six-joint spell node, the familiar heaviness and stagnation appeared in his hands again.

The hand moved slowly but firmly. This time Mo Lan was more familiar and careful than before, which allowed him to discover.

The drawing of the spell scroll seems to be enough with hands, but in fact, every stroke of the quill pen and every trace of the drop has the help of spiritual power.

It is the mental force that subconsciously follows the action of the hand to influence the flame element to cover the drawn spell nodes and condense them here.

And the mental fatigue after drawing the spell scroll is also derived from this. If the mental power does not recover, drawing the spell scroll is doomed to fail.

Of course, this spell scroll succeeded again, the flame element ignited, and the pale pink bird skin in the flame slowly transformed, becoming thick, deep, quaint, and looking more expensive.

Roll up the plain and thickened spell model, then tie it with a rope, and tie a bow.

After a simple experiment, recovery from mental fatigue in the awake state is unknown, but in the sleep state within two to three hours.

So Mo Lan set an alarm every three hours to wake him up, and went to sleep when he finished drawing the spell scroll.

The third spell scroll succeeded, but the fourth spell scroll failed to draw the final six-link due to exhaustion.

Mo Lan could only watch the bird skin turn into a flame, and burn into ashes in the flame, and added a few large crystal clear blisters to Mo Lan's hands.

"No, it's too tiring, and the frequent consumption is a bit unbearable."

Mo Lan said with some distress, but there is no way, the matter is a foregone conclusion, no matter what you say, there is no way to save it.

The only thing I can do now is to keep this failure firmly in mind, and be more careful in the next drawing, lie down, take a good night's sleep, and replenish all the energy consumed.

This time, Mo Lan didn't set an alarm clock, and planned to rest for a while, sleep until she woke up naturally, and restore all her mental power.

But when Mo Lan was asleep for the seventh hour, there was a loud noise from the southeast, and the ground trembled.

Looking at the southeast, Mo Lan frowned.

"It's this vibration again, and the Giant Bear Mountain is in this direction. Who is the armored giant bear fighting? But if you have nothing to do, will you come to the door to fight the armored giant bear?"

A possibility suddenly appeared in Mo Lan's heart, and the more he thought about it, the more he decided.

"Ugh."

Mo Lan immediately got up and rushed towards the southeast, disappearing into the bushes in a blink of an eye.

However, after walking for a few seconds, he turned back and entered the cabin. Instead of going back, he started chatting in the group.

"Damn, @zhanghaobo, it seems like your cousin really reported me."

Zhang Haobo: "Huh?"

Ding Jin: "A strange thing, you were arrested?"

"How is that possible, it's just that the armored bear seems to be fighting.

He is the only one who knows where I am, is it a coincidence? "

Zhang Haobo: "Don't worry about me, I don't have a good relationship with him. This bitch likes to be killed more than a thief. It should be killed, and it should be beaten."

"OK, it's done with your words. As long as it's the Viper Gang, I'll remember him."

Zhang Haobo: "Well, if it's all right, I'll leave first. This task is a bit troublesome, but at the end there seems to be a chance to change careers. You have to speed up, or prepare to hug the uncle's legs."

"Go, go, and teach you how to behave."

After he finished speaking, Mo Lan also went down, and the loud noise from the southeast still sounded from time to time, but Mo Lan had no plans to investigate at all, and even the previous plan to not be a fisherman had faded.

"Life is alive, and the word is stable."

After Mo Lan finished speaking, he turned back to the wooden house, sat in front of the water and began to draw the spell scroll, without any intention of going out to investigate.

After drawing the scroll, I went to sleep and replenished my energy, which lasted until the early morning of the third day.

Mo Lan closed the pen and drew the spell scroll on the last bird skin to a perfect ending.

So far all the bird skins of the flamingo have been used up, of which six were successful and one was unsuccessful, with a success rate as high as 80.00%.

And even now, the flamingo's blood has not solidified, which makes Mo Lanxin breathe a sigh of relief.

If the blood would coagulate, at least nine out of ten would be wasted, and under the current circumstances, it may be used all.

"This should be the effect of the fire element in the blood of flamingos, but I don't know if all the blood of supernatural beasts have this characteristic, or if only the blood of supernatural beasts with fire attributes has this characteristic.

Hopefully it's the former, and it saves me a lot. "

Mo Lan murmured, with a dagger on his waist and a large bamboo tube on his back, which contained seven scrolls of fireball spells, left the wooden house, and immediately headed towards Giant Bear Mountain at full speed.

Just three hours ago, Mo Lan heard a loud noise over there, apparently the giant bear over there was still fighting.

On the one hand, it reflects the strength of the giant bear, and on the other hand, it shows the strength of the attacker.

Now they are still in Molan and I'm not sure, but at the best, it doesn't matter if they're not there.

Mo Lan's main purpose was to determine whether it was a human or something else who was fighting the armored giant bear.

If it's human, is it the Viper Gang who said they were ugly.

"Damn, Viper Gang, dare to say I'm ugly, you are all dead!"

Chapter 20 Warrior

"Boom!"

Mo Lan once again heard a loud noise accompanied by vibration.

"Someone must have been eyeing the armored bear."

This is the second sound Mo Lan has heard today, and now he can be sure that it must be a human.

Because the hunting without wild animals will last two or three days, because every injury to them may mean death.

Every trace of their physical strength is a bargaining chip for survival, and for these, they will not fight continuously and constantly.

Only people can do this, eyeing those who benefit from the armored giant bear.

"The armored bear, if it was peeled off, how many spell scrolls would it take."

Mo Lan's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but quicken her steps.

After a while, the movement of the battle gradually subsided, and Mo Lan also approached the Giant Bear Mountain.

Looking at the nearby Giant Bear Mountain, Mo Lan lowered her voice, bypassed little by little, and started climbing from the steep side behind the Giant Bear Mountain.

Climbing up the steep slope little by little, when he was halfway up, Mo Lan suddenly heard some people talking, and pressed his body to get closer.

"How long will this take?"

"It is estimated that it will take a few days. This bear is a seventh-level magical beast. With the advantages of beasts, it is basically equivalent to a very strong warrior."

"I heard that the leader was injured a little yesterday."

"Hey, you've heard that too, you were stabbed from the bottom to the top, almost..."

"Cough, the gang leader is a fifth-level warrior with strong resilience, so it should be fine."

"You said, if we killed the armored bear this time, will we have one more person in our gang who will be transferred to a soldier."

"If we have three professionals, then the Hungry Wolf Gang is no match for us."

The two patrolling walked away, and their voices faded. Mo Lan, who was hiding behind the bushes, raised her head and muttered in her mouth.

"Level [-] Warcraft? Warrior? Is this the power system in "Real Games"?"

Mo Lan opened the chat box after speaking.

"@dingjin, @zou peng, @zhanghaobo, do you know the power system in "real game"? What level is a warrior, what is the level of strength, and what should be paid attention to."

Zhang Haobo: "Scare, are you also targeting a soldier?"

"also?"

Zhang Haobo: "Yes, our mission is basically the last link, we will talk about this later.

I don't know much about the power system. I only know a few occupations, assassin, fighter, and shooter, but in fact, they are not very different. They are all based on the same power system, but the development direction is different. "

"What power system?"

Zhang Haobo: "I don't know."

"what?"

Zhang Haobo: "I only know about World of Warcraft. I don't know how to change jobs. Otherwise, I wouldn't have to work hard here."

"Okay, what is the level of a warrior?"

Zhang Haobo: "Above the fifth level, but below the tenth level, it has superhuman self-healing ability, strong strength, fast speed, and has the fighting instinct of a beast, and can release a spell."

"understood."

Ding Jin: "Are you all having such a good time? I, a player who is almost level [-], haven't even considered changing careers. You all went to the pros one by one."

"Level five..."

Zhang Haobo: "Level five..."

Zou Peng: "Slip away."

Mo Lan silently glanced at the experience bar.

LV1: 47/200

"Level five? Can't be bothered."

Mo Lan turned around and continued to climb towards the mountain, using both hands and feet to keep her voice as low as possible.

"Can a spell be cast?"

Mo Lan already understood that there are nine out of ten people from the Viper Gang. It is estimated that they originally planned to chase and kill him along the stream. When he accidentally discovered the giant armored bear, he was even more excited.

"Warcraft is related to warriors, or the transfer of other professions, is it because of this?"

Mo Lan took out a transcendent core from her pocket, and looked at the hazy spell model in the sun.

Put away the extraordinary core, continue to go up, and it took a while to reach the top of the mountain.

There are also a lot of grass and trees on the top of the mountain. Mo Lan glanced vigilantly, got down, supported a little bit forward with both hands, and came to the edge of the cliff silently after a while.

The cliff is only six or seven meters high, but if it falls like this, it will not die or be disabled.

Cautiously lying on his stomach and looking down, his position is not directly above the cave, but a lot off, about 20 meters away.