Seven or eight one-horned wild boars were walking among the mountains. Their bodies were covered with a circle of mud and rocks, like natural rock armor. The single horns on their heads emitted golden light, and they lightly arched forward and split the tree in the middle.
Suddenly, they seemed to feel something and suddenly turned their heads to look in the same direction, their eyes gradually turning red.
"Ouch!"
The angry one-horned wild boar became restless and charged directly in that direction without any hesitation.
Charge! Charge!
Seven or eight one-horned wild boars turned into a torrent and swept through the forest, tearing apart everything in front of the torrent.
Trees, bushes, rocks, nothing can stop their charge.
Even other monsters on the way chose to avoid it, not daring to touch its edge.
Mo Lan and others who were on their way suddenly felt the ground shaking. They turned around and saw that the trees in the distance were shaking, and the birds were flying and approaching quickly.
"Prepare to meet the enemy!"
Mo Lan's expression remained unchanged and he shouted lowly. The others subconsciously stopped and raised their right hands.
Boom! Boom!
The shock came in front of him, and the charging one-horned wild boar quickly entered Mo Lan's field of vision.
The shining golden horn cut through everything in front of him, turning into a torrent and pointing directly at Mo Lan.
Mo Lan lowered his head and glanced at the unicorn he was playing with in his hand, then slowly raised it.
"Everyone has it, prepare the fireball technique!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Lan's mental power spread out and enveloped fifty people.
The spell model began to take shape, the fire element was restless, and Mo Lan intervened at this moment to guide it.
Fifty fireballs appeared, and the air instantly became hot. Mo Lan gently slid his hand, and the fifty fireballs quickly approached during the launch process, and gathered together in the blink of an eye.
Under the inward pressure, the boundary between the fireballs was broken and they slowly merged. Mo Lan's fingers formed a claw-like shape and clasped inward with force.
A huge, deformed fireball appeared in front of Mo Lan, shrinking little by little as it flew, and finally turned into a drop of water.
When the fireball was out of Mo Lan's control, it was only two meters in diameter, and its color had turned into a strange and alluring blue.
All this happened in just a moment. The one-horned wild boar's charge hit the huge blue fireball head-on.
boom!
The blue flames expanded rapidly and swept all the one-horned wild boars in.
"Fireball!"
Another blue fireball formed and flew out.
boom!
"Fireball!"
The third blue fireball submerged into the flames and exploded. In the core of the flames, Mo Lan could faintly see a hint of gold, which flashed away. It seemed to be just an illusion.
The huge shock wave blew down the surrounding trees. Mo Lan and others were also lifted away by the final superimposed shock wave. They rolled around a few times and stood up in embarrassment.
The flames dissipated, leaving eight charred remains standing in place.
"One to nine groups organize firefighting, and ten groups clean up the battlefield!"
Not long after, Mo Lan had eight more extraordinary cores in his hand.
Mo Lan casually threw it to Zou Peng.
"While you can still make some money, hurry up and make a move. The extraordinary core will be priced at a bargain price soon."
Zou Peng put the extraordinary core into a bulging small bag and looked at Mo Lan with his chin on his hand.
"I think this move of yours is so fantasy. How did you do it?"
Mo Lan glanced at him.
"The resonance of the spell plus my guidance."
"If a mage can do it, can a warrior do it? It feels so awesome. What if..."
"Theoretically it can be done, but it's basically impossible."
"Why?"
"The reason the spells resonate is because the fireball spells I taught them all have the same spell model.
Do you know what is the same? The same means that every spell node, every magic line, and even every parameter entered are exactly the same.
And even the spell models of the same type of Warcraft cannot be exactly the same. There are some subtle differences, which may not be visible or may be very small, but if this difference exists, it will be completely impossible to form a resonance.
But the warrior's job change relies on the extraordinary core. If you want to resonate, you must first gather a group of warriors with the same type of Warcraft to change jobs, and then you have to pray that their spell models are the same.
Do you think it’s possible?”
"It's so difficult."
Zou Peng was a little disappointed.
"Then is there anything you can do?"
Zou Peng just asked casually, but unexpectedly Mo Lan nodded.
"Yes."
Zou Peng: "????Didn't you say it's basically impossible?"
Mo Lan said matter-of-factly.
"It's basically impossible, but it's not completely impossible."
"Then why did you talk so much before?"
"Damn, how do you know this is difficult if I don't say so much?
Don’t you know how difficult it is to highlight how awesome I am?”
Zou Peng fell silent.
"I...I suddenly don't know what to say."
Mo Lan smiled.
"It is basically impossible to have a natural extraordinary core, but I... no, it should be said that a mage with a certain understanding of the spell model can interfere with the spell model at the moment when the warrior changes classes.
If it's different, adjust it to the same one. As long as the warriors who change jobs cooperate enough, they should be able to resonate with fighting spirit."
When Mo Lan spoke, a low shout echoed outside Hongfeng City.
"Fighting resonance!"
This is a group of knights riding black horses. The leader is wearing heavy armor, and the other nine are wearing thick leather armor. They all hold an umbrella-shaped lance in their hands, and a two-handed sword hangs next to them.
And they were surrounded by circles of players, with one hundred and twenty-seven warriors in front, and thousands of players gathered behind them, quickly placing wooden horses in front of them.
Layer after layer, relying on their horses and armed with iron-tipped spears, they set up a dense forest of guns and pushed forward.
All of this is happening live, and the anchor is also a professional, one of the 127 warriors.
He stood at the front of the live broadcast and became the most popular anchor of this event in Red Maple City.
One hundred thousand views, one million views, five million views...
Anchor Shiying looked at the constantly beating numbers, feeling extremely excited and explained passionately.
"Hello, audience friends, the battle between many guilds and some nobles in our Red Maple City has officially entered a fever pitch. Under the superb command of the commanding god Ye Emperor, many knights who were originally together were separated, and some players were separated.
To contain.
Now this knight team composed of ten warriors has been surrounded by 127 professional transfer players and more than a thousand ordinary players. The advantages and disadvantages are clear at a glance. It is obvious that we are about to usher in a staged victory! Players must
Win!"
However, at this time, the heavy armored knight leading the encirclement let out a low shout.
"Fighting spirit...resonance!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the fighting spirit in his body surged out, vibrating with the fighting spirit of other knights, and merged together.
A huge momentum rose from the center, then covered it down again.
At this moment, the ten knights seemed to have merged into one whole body. At this moment, in the world of senses, the player seemed to be surrounded not by a thin team of ten knights, but by a terrifying behemoth crawling on the ground.
