"It's really shocking. I don't know when I will be able to achieve this level. I'm looking forward to it."
This is the first time that Mo Lan has been so looking forward to becoming stronger in a game. This game is so real, the environment is real, the people are real, the pressure is real, and even the sense of power is real, so real that it seems like it should exist.
generally.
"call."
Mo Lan collected all the silver hair and fur nearby.
The seemingly scattered fur now contained a long handful in my hand.
"It should be very suitable for making a wolf-hair pen."
After experiencing many failures in drawing spell models, Mo Lan found that compared to the soft texture of the rabbit brush, the tough and harder wolf brush is very suitable for drawing spell models, especially the fine parts.
Putting away these silver hairs, Mo Lan turned around and strode towards the south, gradually moving away from the battlefield.
Mo Lan climbed over mountains and ridges, spent a long time, and finally found the giant bear peak he had seen before before getting lost.
The mountain with a huge flat terrain halfway up it is also the mountain with the armored giant bear.
But as he approached this high mountain, Mo Lan couldn't help but breathe softly.
Instead of going directly up the mountain, he chose to spend a lot of time going around and came to the stream flowing down the mountain. Looking at the gurgling water, Mo Lan began to climb the mountain.
Compared to the cautious Mo Lan before, he now became more lavish, kicking over a stone from time to time, breaking a branch from time to time, and even used sticks and daggers to clear the bushes and weeds in front of him to make it easier for him to pass by.
Be more comfortable.
Therefore, it took Mo Lan three times the time to climb the mountainside again.
Stepping onto the mountainside platform, Mo Lan seemed to feel a pressure coming from the middle of the mountain, making him breathless.
But obviously, this is just an illusion. In fact, the armored giant bear looks rough but also has the instinct of a hunter - hiding.
They subconsciously hide their existence all the time, and this hiding even made Mo Lan not discover its existence until he entered the cave.
"Huh, God bless, I hope our Mr. Bear sleeps well."
Mo Lan took a short rest and then continued forward, heading towards the cave.
But now, instead of using a noisy stick to clear the way, I choose to use a dagger to clear the way bit by bit, making a very soft sound.
Mo Lan's mowing work didn't stop until he reached the cave. There was a small open space here, like a courtyard in front of the cave.
Looking at the dark cave, Mo Lan took a deep breath, took out three wooden sticks collected on the road, tied them together, and erected them on the ground to form a support.
Then he hung a clay pot down below in distress, and finally put the plant ashes he was carrying and the half-burned black firewood under the clay pot.
After completing this sequence, Mo Lan stepped into the water and his straw sandals landed directly on the mud.
Picking up the muddy straw sandals, Mo Lan walked directly towards the cave. The mud and water left a line of footprints on the ground.
By the time he reached the entrance of the cave, Mo Lan had already held his breath and his heart almost stopped beating. He stood at the entrance of the cave, took off his shoes, wrapped his feet in a piece of dry cloth and walked outside.
Stay away from the cave and go down the mountain.
After walking far away, Mo Lan breathed a sigh of relief and looked back meaningfully.
"I hope the big guy isn't interested in the pot."
"Well, good luck to you."
Mo Lan shrugged, not knowing who he was expressing his blessing to.
It was getting dark, and Mo Lan condemned himself for wasting so much time.
"It's really a waste of time. I've been doing basically nothing for a whole day. Oh, this feeling... is so refreshing."
Mo Lan stretched himself, and when he returned to his hut, the stars were already shining in the sky, so he immediately closed the door and went to sleep.
Dream while sleeping, play games in your dreams, and sleep in games.
While sleeping, Mo Lan had a dream, dreaming that he was playing a game...
"Didi-di-di, di-di-di, di-di-di."
The alarm clock rang, and Mo Lan turned it off without even waking up.
It wasn't until the third alarm clock rang that Mo Lan gradually woke up from his daze, stretched out and breathed in the fresh air of the forest.
"Ha, it's time to work."
Mo Lan drank a few bowls of broth that was obviously too salty, then picked up his weapon and set off, heading west-north along the stream in front of the door.
"Water is the source of life. Extraordinary monsters need to drink water. If I am by the water, I will encounter extraordinary monsters. Well, it makes sense, so let's do it."
The stream flows in the forest. A stream has nine twists and turns, and the ink waves are going around and around, heading towards the north.
After a while, Mo Lan saw some more peaks. These peaks and the Giant Bear Mountain seemed to belong to the same mountain range.
Passing through the valley between the mountains and passing through several mountains, Mo Lan came to a long and slender valley. After passing by, his eyes suddenly opened up.
Between the mountains, a calm and wide body of water is like a delicate silver mirror embedded in the middle of the mountains.
The surface of the lake reflects the blue sky and the steep mountains on the shore. The breeze blows and the ripples in the water shine like fish scales in the sun.
In the lake, Mo Lan seemed to vaguely see the shadow of the island.
Island in the lake!
It's such an alluring name that I can't let it go.
"I have decided that I will build a house here. As for Giant Bear Mountain... As a mage, it should be reasonable for me to have two residences.
Emm, Juxiong Mountain has a nice name, and this lake cannot be leaked, so let's... Mirror Lake, from now on, this place is mine."
Mo Lan withdrew his attention and turned to look around.
On the edge of the lake, there is a grassland at the foot of the mountain. It seemed to be within the scope of the lake before, but now the lake water has left, and the mud at the bottom of the lake has given birth to a very fertile grassland.
There is a group of cows grazing leisurely on this meadow.
The long and flexible tongue stretches out and wraps around the tender grass. When the tongue is retracted, the tender grass enters the mouth and is chewed slowly.
These cows all look very strong, with hunched muscles, and the horns on their heads are broad and sharp, shining coldly in the sunlight.
The most eye-catching thing is the cow in the middle of the herd.
All the cows in the herd are black, but this cow's hair is black and shiny, and there is a faint purple color under the shiny hair.
He is a head taller than the cow next to him, so he is obviously a bull king.
On the head of the Ox King is a pair of big horns, a pair of sharp horns that are as delicate as jade but turn lavender. The sharp horns are half a meter long, making people dare not doubt his power.
Mo Lan can bet with his roommate's dog head that this is definitely an extraordinary monster, and it is very strong.
"Well, cows eat grass and are good friends of us humans. In the feudal era, killing cows was a serious crime of beheading.
As progressive young people in the new era, it is our obligation and responsibility to abide by the law, so this is awesome..."
Looking at the Ox King, Mo Lan was silent for a long time.
