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Chapter 122 Followers

Mo Lan waited quietly for Count Hongfeng to leave. He believed that Count Hongfeng would definitely go to check on the situation of the castle soon.

Although the castle has been smashed to pieces, Count Hongfeng will never sit idly by and ignore the things inside.

As expected by Mo Lan, Count Hongfeng left in a hurry soon, leaving behind an elite warrior and some professional warriors to guard him.

"start!"

As soon as the news came out, the group of magicians who had been waiting for a long time immediately began to cast spells.

Half of it was a stone wall technique, forming a cave in the area where Mo Lan died.

The other half is the fireball technique, where the fireball explodes.

The power of the convergence and explosion of more than forty fireballs caused the soldiers who were left behind to cover their faces with their arms and take a few steps back.

And at this moment, before the flames dissipated, Mo Lan clicked to revive.

"Water Shield Technique!"

After being resurrected, he was enveloped in flames and burned all over, and Mo Lan quickly put the remaining water shield technique on his body.

The whole person sank into the hole under the influence of gravity, and the soldiers who stayed behind could only carry the flames and throw a few spells down.

There were several screams, and several people seemed to have died, but the ground still closed up and Mo Lan disappeared.

In a certain space underground, Mo Lan, whose body was charred, was moving around.

"Withdraw, withdraw."

"Are we just leaving? There are definitely a lot of good things in that castle.

And with the ability of the Stone Wall Technique, we can flexibly travel underground, and maybe we can gain a lot."

When Mo Lan heard this, he looked at him and said loudly.

"First, Earl Hongfeng is very strong, so I don't dare to resurrect and run away while he is guarding me. I don't want to seek death. Although I sometimes like to seek death, I never seek death.

Second, Count Hongfeng is definitely in the ruins of the castle now. With your strength, it is very likely that he will die there before you can cast a spell and escape. He is an elite level."

"Elite level, God Mo, didn't you kill an elite level before?"

"I can't beat this, otherwise why should you tell me?

Not to mention anything else in this castle, the number of jinnas alone is definitely over 10,000, but here it is tens of millions, and if the market is good, it can even reach hundreds of millions.

Don’t I want it? I think so, but I really can’t beat it. What can I do? Now listen to my third point.

Third, Yi Fei and I said that the group of teachers should be returned to him and I would leave first. If you want to try your luck at wealth, it is understandable.

Here’s a tip for you, try to find as much money as possible, don’t plan on escaping unscathed, and just sell it on the market after you find the money, so it doesn’t matter even if you die.”

After Mo Lan finished speaking, he sent a message to Yi Fei, then opened a passage and walked out.

Although his mental strength cannot support the use of third-level spell slots due to his weak state, the first-level spell slot of Stone Wall is enough and does not affect him.

The magic group behind him hesitated, Mo Lan thought for a while and then turned around and said.

"By the way, I will surprise Earl Hongfeng in thirty minutes. You'd better stay away first.

I'll take action after I finish the surprise."

At this time, all the mages also made up their minds, and no one left with Mo Lan.

Seeing this, Mo Lan didn't say anything, silently left the area, then went up to the surface, and took another detour to not far from the sinkhole, with a smile on his face.

The spells on the first and second sides of the ink cartridge had been restored, and Mo Lan waited until the thirty minute mark.

"Earthshaft!"

"Earthshaft!"

After casting the spell, Mo Lan turned around and jumped into the vertical hole that had been prepared.

The previously frustrated Earth Splitting Technique now exerts its true power as a fourth-ring spell.

Boom! Boom!

The ground shook, and three or four cracks appeared on the ground extending toward the sinkhole.

The cracks broke off at the edge of the sinkhole, tearing the sinkhole apart, and the vibrations became more intense.

The stone wall that originally supported the pit wall shattered in the vibration.

Boom! Boom!

After two Earth Fissure spells, the sinkhole collapsed again, and the surrounding soil and gravel poured into the middle like a torrent.

boom!

A golden beam of light shot out of the sinkhole, and the soil splashed, melted and disappeared, followed by a roar.

"Mo Lan!!"

Mo Lan looked at Guizhu doubtfully, feeling a little strange, but when he felt the soldiers approaching quickly behind him, he quickly turned around and left.

He casually left the core area. Instead of rushing to the Chamber of Commerce to find Al and Zhou Hao, he walked towards the Black Crow Gang's headquarters and found Scar.

Scar saw that his eyes were a little complicated and silently gave him a thumbs up.

"I want to know what material Earl Red Maple used to build the castle? What are its properties? Where is it?"

Scar was silent for a while and then spoke.

"Dark iron stone is an extremely precious stone, as hard as iron, and has extremely high spell resistance. Normal elemental spells can hit it without fail.

Black iron stone is extremely rare, and the weight of black iron stone is several times or even ten times that of ordinary stone for the same size stone. It is very expensive. One hundred kilograms of black iron stone often costs one guineas.

There are black iron stones in the mountains to the north. They have the following characteristics: they are as black as ink, hard in texture, and have a metallic feel. When struck, they make a clanging metal collision sound, just like black iron.

The highest quality black iron stone is as moist as jade and has the same other properties, but is more excellent. Its spell resistance and hardness are even better than other black iron stones.

This kind of black iron stone is often called black iron jade, and its price is ten times that of ordinary black iron stone."

"How much does the message cost?"

Scar looked at him complicatedly.

"It's free. According to our gang rules, we have decided to sever all trading relations with you and send you the news for free. It's a good time to get together and part ways."

"You are so well informed."

Mo Lan gave a thumbs up, didn't say anything, just nodded.

"Thank you."

"Now that we've finished talking about official matters, let's talk about private matters."

Scar pulled out from behind him a tall and sturdy bear.

"This child's parents were beaten to death by nobles on the street. He has been stimulated since childhood and his brain is not working very well.

It was brought up by some of us. I heard before that you blew up Earl Hongfeng's castle.

I want to be your follower."

Mo Lan turned to look at the bear.

The bear looked serious, knocked on his chest hard, and made two dull sounds.

"The wild bear will stand in front of you, and the wild bear will die in front of you."

Mo Lan looked into Barbarian Xiong's eyes. His eyes didn't waver at all, and he looked at Mo Lan.

In his eyes, Mo Lan only saw something akin to paranoia.

"Okay, from now on you will follow me and do whatever I ask you to do."

"Okay, sir."

The bear's momentum relaxed, and he subconsciously wanted to show a silly smile, but suddenly reacted, his face tightened, and became serious. He left Scar and stood behind Mo Lan. His majestic body was more than a head taller than Mo Lan.

.

Mo Lan looked at Scar.

"The store will definitely not be able to open. Let's get out so we can get together and relax."

"It's easy to get together and get together."

Mo Lan left with Barbarian Xiong, quickly came to Jiuding Chamber of Commerce, and picked up Zhou Hao and Al.

However, when I wanted to leave through the city gate, I found that it was already too late. The city gate was under guard and the soldiers guarding the city were still holding portraits.

Mo Lan curled his lips and knew without looking that it was himself who was painted on the painting.


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