Realistic games

Zhang Haobo: "This is unlikely, right? If you can't advance to the elite level, why do you need free attribute points? Why can you add points?

Is it used by swindlers? "

Zou Peng: "Maybe I think too much, I have been tricked several times recently.

I always feel that these NPCs are much more real and smarter than before, and the level of virtuality in the game seems to be much higher. "

"Maybe, it will be clear to see if we can advance."

Chapter 127 The Little Devil Reappears

"God Mo, this is what the boss asked me to bring to you."

A player handed Mo Lan a palm-sized wooden box.

"This is the nourishing tea he mentioned?"

Mo Lan took the small wooden box with some anticipation. Inside was a material that Zou Penghua bought for him at a high price, which could barely be regarded as a magical plant.

A kind of tea, which has a magical warming effect on spiritual power, is extremely expensive, and can only be seen on the desks of great nobles and some painting masters.

"This point, ten gold, tens of thousands of dollars, enough to drink a few times."

Mo Lan opened it and looked at the tea inside. There were not many, and it seemed no different from ordinary tea.

"Try it."

Mo Lan tried to steep two pieces of tea leaves, held a glass of water to taste carefully, took two sips, smashed her mouth, raised her head and drank it all, poured the tea leaves into her mouth to chew, and finally swallowed.

At this time, Mo Lan had already put down the cup, closed his eyes and meditated. The moment the tea entered his stomach, a cold current surged into his brain, bringing a cold feeling to the brain, which was very comfortable, and his whole consciousness became extremely fresh. , the whole world seemed to become clearer, and the perception became very sharp.

"meditation!"

This time, the time to enter meditation was significantly faster, and the whole person's attention was concentrated.

"The effect is good, but it seems like that?"

Mo Lan thought for a while, recalling the efficacy of nourishing tea.

"Healing tea seems to be able to warm and nourish the spirit, so can it restore the injury of mental strength?"

Mo Lan pondered for a moment, then extended her spiritual power out of her mind, and directly resonated with the magic power.

"hiss!"

Mo Lan felt that her mental power seemed to be burned, frozen, blown by the wind, and weighed down at the same time. It felt like it was about to be torn apart, and it also felt like it was about to be swallowed.

However, compared to before, at this time there is always a trace of coldness shrouded in mental strength, which makes Mo Lan clear-headed, and even the pain cannot shake Mo Lan's spirit.

In this kind of close-range resonance, the speed of mental strength increased rapidly, and Mo Lan could feel it getting stronger after a while.

But that's not the point. The point is that Mo Lan found that the tiny wounds caused by the impact of magic power are recovering little by little.

Indeed, the effect of nourishing spirit tea is only warming and nourishing, it cannot treat the situation of mental damage, but it can recover ordinary minor wear and tear.

And that was enough for Mo Lan.

"Yes, it's really a good thing, it can directly let me experience the speed of the next stage of meditation, comfortable!"

Why did Mo Lan dare not directly contact the elemental meditation?

It is because if the mental power is not strong enough, every minute and every second of such meditation will cause slight damage to the mental power. Maybe the damage every second is not obvious and harmless, but after a long time, after accumulation, it will cause more obvious damage. trauma.

And now there is Yangshen Tea........

"Meditate meditate, meditate to make me happy, meditate to make me strong."

Mo Lan immediately started to meditate, resisting the continuous pain of mental power, and continued to meditate.

The cool feeling of the ice is very comfortable, which can neutralize some of the pain caused by meditation.

In this case, Mo Lan's mental power improved two or three times faster than before.

In the past three or four hours, the cool feeling disappeared, and Mo Lan immediately took out a piece of tea and chewed it in his mouth.

Meditation continues!

The days passed day by day like this, and on the third day, Mo Lan finished chewing the nourishing tea.

Even though Zou Peng was given money to buy it, he still hasn't bought it yet, so Mo Lan just needs to return to the previous state and meditate.

However, although the time is short, the effect is not strong enough. Mo Lan can clearly feel that he is not far from breaking through.

And on this day, news of the little devil came from Zou Peng again.

"kill?"

"Yes, that little devil killed a lot of people."

Zou Peng paused and continued.

"Two villages were slaughtered, and today it was discovered when the second one was slaughtered, and the players spread the news.

The little devil didn't leave directly after killing the villagers, but took all the corpses away.

According to the judgment, first, this little devil should already have wisdom, and it is a foreign race like goblins and goblins, not a simple monster.

Second, there must be a race of demons in "Real Games", and they are very aggressive.

Third, the little devil is most likely trying to open the portal so that the large army behind can come over.No way, this act of killing and collecting flesh and blood immediately reminds people of this. "

Mo Lan nodded.

"What about the other players now?"

"Full of righteous indignation, some went to the slaughtered villages to clean up the situation, trying to find survivors.

The other part was scattered to various villages, replacing all the original villagers. "

"Wait, those villagers will listen to the player?"

"Reason can convince people, if you talk more about it, they will naturally agree."

"Ok."

Mo Lan pondered for a moment.

"Let's go, if you don't go, in case the little devil is successfully summoned.

Then our area has basically become a disaster area, with demons dancing wildly, so it is imperative to interrupt the summoning of the little devils.

I don't think the nobles organize people to attack demons, I think they are better at running away.

If it really becomes this situation at that time, then everything we do will be worthless and meaningless. "

"Okay, how many people are you taking out? Are you taking them all?"

Mo Lan looked at the hundred mages and fell into a groan.

"Take them all, they may come in handy at critical times.

After all, the spellcasting power of a group of mages is still very powerful. "

"Okay, I'm starting from Hongfeng City, you come here, come here and meet me."

Zou Peng sent over a map and marked a few points on the map.

"OK."

Mo Lan nodded, and began to assemble the mages. After a while, with the assistance of Xu Zongxin, he quickly integrated the team and took the whole team out.

"Look, look, Mo Lan finally came out."

"Damn it, you don't need to say it, I'm not blind, hide it for me, and if you get killed later, you will blame you."

Before I finished talking here, a wall of fire covered it.

The wall of fire enveloped everyone in an instant, and purple flames danced and burned on their bodies.

"Ah!"

A player screamed and rolled on the ground, trying to extinguish Zi Yan.

But this can't be done at all. After a while, a few players turned into a few balls of coke.

"Catch me alive? How dare you come here to capture me alive? How weak."

Mo Lan curled her lips and continued to move forward with the mage group.

The distance was not close, and it took Mo Lan a while to bring the group of mages to the slaughtered village.

But when I saw the scene inside clearly, it was a little shocking.

Mo Lan didn't go in, but silently rushed to the next village that was replaced by players, silently clenching her fists.

Little devil, must die!

Chapter 128 The Mage Should Use a Stick

"God Mo, long time no see."

"President Yi, Red Maple City is everyone's territory, let's work together to kill the little devil."

Yi Fei froze for a moment, and found that Mo Lan's expression was not very good. He immediately understood that Mo Lan had just come from another village, and nodded solemnly.

"God Mo can rest assured, we are all staring at the Blink Technique, everyone has shown their abilities, and then we may have to compete with God Mo."

Mo Lan smiled and said nothing, Yi Fei nodded and retreated, and the other presidents present did not come to join in the fun, and nodded to Mo Lan as a greeting.

However, at this time a player came over.

"Moshen? I think it's just a lucky player. When he was lucky, he created a mage. Don't call you Moshen to know whether he knows Bei.

Mo Lan, dare to challenge me one-on-one?If you win, I admit that you are indeed capable. If you lose, you should keep your tail between your legs in the future. "

"Why do I have to compare with you? What are you? Mo Lan's strength needs to be acknowledged by you?

Do you think that just one person can step on the top?Don't you think you deserve it? "

Ding Jin smiled back in anger, and said disdainfully.

"You, hmph, don't you just dare not fight? You have self-knowledge..."

Mo Lan stopped Ding Jin who was about to strike, and twisted his neck.

"I'm coming, you get out of the way."

The man was overjoyed when he heard the words, and said quickly.

"Okay, although you don't have much ability, you still have the courage. For the sake of this, you will act softly later and save some face for you."

Mo Lan ignored him, turned her head and looked around. At this time, many people had heard about this incident, and then gathered around. Mo Lan searched for a while, and stopped when she saw a person next to Yi Fei.

"President Yi, can I borrow the iron rod from the brother next to you?"

"Huh? Yes."

Yi Fei was taken aback for a moment, then nodded, and asked the player next to him to pass the iron rod to Mo Lan.

"Thank you."

"No thanks, no thanks."

Mo Lan picked up the wrought iron eyebrow stick that was as thick as two thumbs in his hand, and walked towards the center of the open space expressionlessly.

"Hahaha, Mo Lan, are you afraid that you won't be able to release the spell later, so you use an iron rod to strengthen your courage?"

The man laughed loudly, walked towards Mo Lan, and stopped only ten meters away from Mo Lan.

"When the wooden stick in my hand falls to the ground, the battle will begin. I will hit you as far as I want, and you can do whatever you want."

"Wait a minute, it's so close..."

Just as Zou Peng was about to say something, Mo Lan stretched out his hand to signal him to stop.

"Shameless, thick-skinned."

Yi Fei next to him said suddenly.

"Hehe, others don't care how Mo Lan was defeated, or how close it was to the beginning.

As long as Mo Lan is defeated, that's fine. With this defeat, Mo Lan basically only has the title of the founder of the mage. After all, Mo Lan is young and impulsive.

This stepping stone is well chosen. "