Chapter 19 Changes (Recommendation Ticket Requested)

"There are a lot of feathers, which should be enough for now. The bird skin can barely be dismembered into seven complete pieces, but it's flamingo blood. I hope it won't freeze if it just dangles like this."

Mo Lan looked at the three tubes of flamingo blood with some headaches.

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

But what Mo Lan was worried about was that his blood would freeze before he finished drawing the seven spell scrolls.

"Without an anticoagulant, do you need to find a place to boil the blood before drawing? This can't be boiled."

Mo Lan had no choice but to hang the three tubes of flamingo blood on the beams with ropes and shake them, letting them shake continuously, so as to delay the time for them to solidify as much as possible.

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

Awakened by the alarm clock, he quickly opened the bamboo tube and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that the flamingo blood inside hadn't solidified yet.

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

The ink of the quill fell on the spell model, a point, a line, a miracle.

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

Continue to draw, with the completion of one node after another, the flame element on the light pink bird skin is slowly increasing.

Soon Mo Lan came to the last core node, in front of the six-link spell node, the familiar heaviness and stagnation reappeared in his hands.

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 done with hands, but in fact, every stroke of the quill and every trace of the fall is assisted by spiritual power.

It is the mental power that subconsciously follows the movements of the hands and pulls the flame elements to cover the drawn spell nodes and let them condense here.

And the mental fatigue after drawing the spell scroll is also the source of this, if the mental power does not recover, drawing the spell scroll is doomed to fail.

Of course, this spell scroll was successful again, the flame element was ignited, and the pale pink bird skin in the flame slowly morphed, becoming thicker, deeper, simpler, and more expensive.

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

After a simple experiment, recovery from mental fatigue in the waking state is unknown, but it can be recovered within two to three hours of the sleeping state.

So Mo Lan set an alarm clock every three hours to wake herself up, and went to sleep after drawing the spell scroll.

The third spell scroll was successful, but the fourth spell scroll failed when drawing the last six points due to exhaustion.

Mo Lan could only watch helplessly as the bird's skin turned into a ball of flames, and burned to ashes in the flames, and added a few large crystal clear blisters to Mo Lan's hands.

"No, I'm too tired, and I can't hold on to frequent consumption."

Mo Lan said with some distress, but there was no other way, the matter was a foregone conclusion, no matter what she said, there was no way to save her.

The only thing we can do now is to firmly remember this failure, and be more careful in the next drawing, lie down, have a good sleep, and replenish all the energy that was consumed.

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

But when Mo Lan fell asleep for the seventh hour, there was a loud noise from the southeast, and the ground trembled accordingly. This simple wooden house was crumbling, and it seemed that it might collapse at any time.

Looking at the southeast, Mo Lan frowned.

"It's this vibration again. The giant bear mountain is in this direction. Who is the giant armored bear fighting with? But if it's okay, he will come to the door to fight the attention of the giant armored bear?"

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

"well."

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

But after walking for a few seconds, he turned back again, entered the cabin, did not go back, but chatted in the group.

"Damn it, x-on:张赛博, it seems like your dear cousin really reported me."

Zhang Haobo: "Huh?"

Ding Jin: "It's a strange thing, have you been arrested?"

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

He's the only one who knows where I am. Could it be a coincidence? "

Zhang Haobo: "Leave me alone, I don't have a good relationship with him, this scumbag likes to kill, he should be killed, he should be beaten."

"OK, with your words, it will be done. As long as it is the Viper Gang, I will remember him."

Zhang Haobo: "Well, if it's okay, I'll slip away first. This task is a bit troublesome, but at the end it seems that there is a chance to change jobs. You have to hurry up, or else you should hold on to the uncle's legs."

"Go, go, I will teach you how to be a man."

After speaking, Mo Lan also got off, and the loud noise from the southeast still rang from time to time, but Mo Lan had no intention of investigating at all, and even his previous plan to be a fisherman's profit faded away.

"Life is alive, the word is stable."

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

After painting the scrolls, I went to sleep to replenish my energy, which lasted until the early morning of the third day.

Mo Lan finished the pen, drawing a spell scroll on the last bird skin to finish it off perfectly.

So far all the skins of the flamingos have been used up, six of which were successful and one was unsuccessful, with a success rate of 85%.

And even now the flamingo's blood has not coagulated, which made Mo Lan feel relieved.

If the blood could coagulate, at least eighty-nine out of ten would be wasted, but in the current situation, it might all be used.

"This should be the function of the fire element in the blood of the flamingo, but I don't know if the blood of all extraordinary monsters has this characteristic, or only the blood of extraordinary monsters with the fire attribute has this characteristic.

I hope it's the former, which saves me a lot of work. "

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

Just three hours ago, Mo Lan heard a loud noise coming from there. Obviously, the giant bears over there were still fighting.

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

It's not sure if they are still in Molan or not, but it's the best, and it doesn't matter if they are not.

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

If it was a human being, would it be the Viper Gang who said they were ugly?

"Damn it, Viper Gang, dare to call me ugly, you are dead!"