Chapter 33 Forty-Nine Thousand Nine Hundred and Ninety-Five Yuan

"If not, then go."

"Yes, master."

As the carriage approached, Mo Lan opened her eyes and turned her head to look at it. It was a slightly old carriage. There were many scratches on the decorations on the corners, which made it look dilapidated. There was only one horse pulling the carriage. Tall, but a little thin.

However, the decoration on the curtain of the carriage made Mo Lan realize that this is a nobleman's carriage, and it should look like a run-down nobleman.

Mo Lan's gaze caught the attention of the servant driving the carriage, who stared at him warily, then speeded up the carriage slightly to pass.

But before he left, Mo Lan vaguely heard a voice.

"Master, are we really going to sell the castle and territory? This is the last glory of the family."

"No, the glory of the family does not lie in the castle and the territory, but in me, and I am the glory."

The voice was very young, but the determination and confidence in the words moved Mo Lan a little.

As the carriage drove away, Mo Lan continued to close his eyes and rest.

This overdraft of mental power made him very tired, and he didn't even have the energy to read the forum, so he had to close his eyes and rest, thinking with the added computing power of the ink cartridge, and trying to calculate.

Cartridges provide computing power and do not consume mental power.

After closing his eyes and resting his mind for about an hour, Mo Lan got up and was ready to go again.

But now he doesn't dare to continue to try spell fusion.

I was lucky and never encountered any danger before, but not always such good luck, being in the wilderness is never safe.

For a mage, without mental power, he is like a tiger without minions, without the power to restrain a chicken.

This applies to any kind of mage.

Walking on the road, holding a long wooden stick, Mo Lan suddenly realized.

"The mage is too useless, I am a professional mage anyway, if I don't have an ink cartridge, then I only have one spell slot, which is still the lowest level of spell slot.

This kind of strength can't beat a warrior at all, even a warrior can release a spell. "

Mo Lan complained helplessly.

"It's a pity that the spell scroll on me is gone, otherwise I wouldn't be reduced to the current situation.

I finally understand that the mage profession is weak in the early stage. Before changing professions, it only improves mental strength and has almost no combat effectiveness.

And even if he changed jobs, his combat power in a short period of time might only be five. "

Thinking of this, Mo Lan viciously squeezed the wooden stick in her hand.

"It must be accumulated. After arriving in Hongfeng City, it must be dormant and accumulated for a period of time, otherwise the combat power will not be formed, and it will always be a show.

And as a mage, there shouldn't be only one spell slot. Similarly, the constant spells used by magic flow mages to enhance their physical fitness have not yet been resolved. "

Speaking of this, Mo Lan suddenly frowned.

"Hey, I hope Red Maple City has enough information to help me complete this step.

otherwise."

Mo Lan sighed and continued to move forward, expecting the return of the goblin along the way.

But to his disappointment, he never met a goblin again, but he did meet many kobolds, goblins and other weak group monsters, all of which were easily defeated by Mo Lan.

When he met the kobolds, Mo Lan, who had already understood what was going on, decisively tried his best to beat most of the kobolds to death and gained a lot of experience.

And the latter did not exceed Mo Lan's expectations. No matter how weak Mo Lan was, he was never attacked by the same race for the second time from the beginning to the end.

"Is it true that there is something like murderous aura and baleful aura on him, otherwise how can I explain that they ran away as soon as they saw me?

Attacks are no longer attacking, how difficult is it that they will exchange friendly messages between different races? How can it be? "

Mo Lan finally understands why there are so many goblins, kobolds, and goblins gathered on this road and they can survive until now.

Just four very simple words, bullying the weak and fearing the hard.

When encountering a crowd of people, they turned around and ran away, never appearing in their field of vision from the beginning to the end.

When encountering lone walkers and weak people, those who do not hesitate will immediately rush forward.

As far as Mo Lan's strength is concerned, there should be no one on this road who can threaten him with individual strength, so except for the beginning, there are basically no attacks in the later stage.

Of course, this is also the reason why the powerful alien races and monsters must have been surrounded and killed by the Red Maple City army, and those who were left behind were weak and fearless.

And the scene that Mo Lan was expecting did not happen. Except for a few attacks in the early stage, he came to the outside of Hongfeng City without any hindrance.

Along the way, Mo Lan's experience has probably increased by more than 300 points, nearly 400 points.

More than 90% of them were killed by Mo Lan bombarding them with fireballs while they were in a dense position.

And there are very few people who really kill with sticks.

After all, even if Mo Lan's wooden stick can accurately hit their throats, eyes, lower genitals and other fatal points, Mo Lan's physical strength and strength are flawed.

These two attributes without adding points are only at the level of ordinary people, even if Mo Lan relies on superhuman precision and micromanagement to kill one monster after another.

But Mo Lan's physical strength is limited after all, and almost every time he kills a monster, he needs to go all out. After doing this, he will be exhausted in a short time.

"Three hundred experience points, not a lot, but not much, alas, not even a fraction of the third-level upgrade of the ink cartridge."

Mo Lan looked at the experience bar under the ink cartridge in her mind and fell into a deep sigh.

Second order: 0/10000

Mo Lan counted many times before she was really sure that it was really ten thousand.

Upgrading to Tier 3 requires a full 10,000 experience points.

"Holy shit, it's outrageous, you only need 100 experience points to upgrade to the first level, 1,000 to upgrade to the second level, and 10,000 directly to the third level.

Good guy, I'll be direct, good guy, won't I get 100 billion experience points when I upgrade the ink cartridge to the tenth level? "

Speaking of this number, Mo Lan's teeth ached.

"Forget it, it's a headache to watch, let's level up first.

At least mental strength needs to be mentioned, and a few more spell slots can be condensed, so that when you encounter something, you can only watch after throwing a fireball. Alas, there are so many things. "

However, at this moment, an extremely sweet female voice, loved by everyone in the world, sounded next to her ears. What she said made Mo Lan's blood spurt. The decadence just now was swept away, and she was filled with passion in an instant, and she began to yell about upgrading.

"Drip, the transaction is successful, and the balance is 49,995 yuan."

Hearing this voice, Mo Lan glared excitedly and opened the trading interface directly.

The one-hundred-silver Nass order listed above was sold at a total price of 50,000 yuan, and the transaction was successful.

After the five-yuan handling fee was deducted, more than 40,000 yuan was directly transferred to his wallet balance, and the five-figure balance made his eyes shine.

Without hesitation, Mo Lan directly clicked to withdraw cash to the bank card. Not long after, Mo Lan burst into laughter when she saw the news of the bank card receiving the money.

"Hahaha, hahaha."

After a long time, Mo Lan's smile gradually restrained, all the pressure in her heart disappeared, and she sighed incomparably carefree.

"I made it."

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