"God Mo, this is what the boss asked me to bring to you."
A player handed a palm-sized wooden box to Mo Lan.
"Is this the soothing tea he said?"
Mo Lan took the small wooden box with some anticipation. Inside was a material that Zou Penghua bought for him at a high price. It could barely be regarded as a magical plant.
A kind of tea that has a magical warming effect on mental strength. It is extremely expensive and can only be seen on the desks of big nobles and some painting mages.
"This, ten gold, tens of thousands of yuan, is enough for several drinks."
Mo Lan opened it and looked at the tea leaves inside. There were not many, and it looked no different from ordinary tea leaves.
"Try it."
Mo Lan tried brewing two tea leaves, holding a glass of water and tasting it carefully. He took two sips, drank it all, poured the tea leaves into his mouth, chewed it, and finally swallowed it.
At this time, Mo Lan had put down the cup, closed his eyes and meditated. Just as the tea entered his stomach, a cold current surged up, giving his brain an icy and cool feeling. It was very comfortable, and his entire consciousness became extremely fresh.
The whole world seemed to become clearer, and my perception became very sharp.
"meditation!"
This time, the time to enter meditation was obviously much faster, and the whole person's attention was focused.
"The effect is good, but that's all it seems?"
Mo Lan thought for a while, recalling the efficacy of soothing tea.
"Shenshen tea seems to be able to warm and nourish the spirit, but can it restore mental injuries?"
Mo Lan pondered for a moment, extended his mental power out of his mind, and directly released the magic power to create a resonance.
"hiss!"
Mo Lan felt as if his mental energy was being burned, frozen, blown by the wind, and pressed hard at the same time. It felt like it was about to be torn into pieces, and at the same time, it felt like it was about to be swallowed up.
However, compared to before, at this time there was always a hint of coldness shrouding his mental energy, which kept Mo Lan's mind clear, and even pain could not shake Mo Lan's spirit.
In this close resonance, the speed of mental strength increased rapidly, and Mo Lan could feel it getting stronger after a while.
But this is not the point. The point is that Mo Lan found that the minor wounds caused by the magic shock were gradually recovering.
It is true that the effect of Yangshen tea is only to warm and nourish, and cannot cure mental injuries, but it can restore ordinary minor wear and tear.
And this was enough for Mo Lan.
"You know, it's really a good thing. It can directly let me experience the speed and comfort of the next stage of meditation!"
Why doesn't Mo Lan dare to directly engage in elemental meditation? It's because if his mental power is not strong enough, such meditation will cause slight damage to his mental power every minute and every second. Maybe the damage every second is not obvious and harmless, but time
Over time and accumulation, it will cause more obvious trauma.
And now there is soothing tea...
"Meditation, meditation, meditation makes me happy, meditation makes me strong."
Mo Lan started meditating directly, enduring the constant pain in his mental power and continuing to meditate.
The coolness of the ice is very comfortable and can neutralize some of the pain caused by meditation.
Under this situation, Mo Lan's mental power improved two or three times faster than before.
But in the past three or four hours, the cool feeling disappeared. Mo Lan immediately took out a tea leaf and put it in his mouth to chew.
Meditation continues!
The days passed like this, and on the third day, Mo Lan had finished chewing the restful tea.
Even after giving money to Zou Peng to buy it, he still couldn't buy it. Mo Lan just had to go back to the previous state and meditate.
However, although the time was short, the effect was not very strong. Mo Lan could clearly feel that he was not far from a breakthrough.
And on this day, Zou Peng received news about the little devil again.
"kill?"
"Yes, that little devil killed many people."
Zou Peng paused and continued.
"Two villages were massacred, and today they were discovered while massacring the second one. Players spread the news.
The little devil did not leave directly after killing the villagers, but took all the corpses away.
According to the judgment, first, this little devil should already possess intelligence and be a foreign race similar to goblins and goblins, rather than a simple monster of war.
Second, the demon race definitely exists in "Real Game", and it is very aggressive.
Third, the little devil is most likely trying to open the portal to let in the large army from behind. There is no way, this kind of killing and collecting flesh and blood will immediately remind people of this."
Mo Lan nodded.
"What about the other players now?"
"Filled with righteous indignation, some went to the slaughtered villages to clean up the situation and try 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 reason, they will naturally accept it."
"All right."
Mo Lan pondered for a moment.
"It's better to go. If you don't go, just in case the little devil is summoned successfully.
Then our area has basically become a disaster area, with demons dancing wildly, so it is imperative to interrupt the little devil's summons.
I don't think the nobles will organize people to attack the demons. I think they are better at escaping.
If it really becomes this situation, then everything we do will be worthless and meaningless."
"Okay, how many people will you take out? Do you want to take them all?"
Mo Lan looked at a hundred mages and fell into deep thought.
"Bring them all with you, they might come in handy at a critical moment.
After all, the magic power of a mage group is still very powerful."
"Okay, I'll set off from Red Maple City. Come here and meet me here."
Zou Peng sent a map and clicked a few points on the map.
"ok."
Mo Lan nodded and began to gather the mages. After a while, with the assistance of Xu Zongxin, he quickly integrated the team and took the entire team out directly.
"Look, look, Mo Lan is finally out."
"Damn it, you don't have to tell me, I'm not blind, just hide it for me, I'll blame you if I get killed later."
Before he finished speaking, a wall of fire came over him.
The wall of fire instantly enveloped everyone, and purple-red flames danced and burned on their bodies.
"Ah!"
A player screamed and rolled on the ground, trying to put out the purple flames.
But this was simply impossible, and after a while, several players turned into a few balls of coke.
"Capture me alive? You dare to capture me alive? You are so weak."
Mo Lan curled his lips and continued to move forward with the mage group.
The distance was not close, and it took a while for Mo Lan to lead the mage group to the massacred village.
But when I saw the scene inside clearly, it was a bit shocking.
Mo Lan did not go in, but silently rushed to the next village where all players had replaced him, silently clenching his fists.
