The kind-hearted Mo Lan took his eyes away from the cattle and looked elsewhere.
His eyes turned, and suddenly a flash of red reflected on Mo Lan's eyelids.
"Is this... a flamingo?"
Mo Lan was a little surprised. There was a tidal flat, and a red flamingo was walking on the edge of the lake. From time to time, its slender and curved beak would fall down, and it would take out a small fish from the tidal flat and eat it.
The fiery red flamingo stands on the beach like a ball of flame, burning in the lake.
"How about trying to shoot a bird?"
Mo Lan rolled his eyes, obviously trying to think of a solution. If the flamingo walked over like this, it would flap its wings and run away, without even being able to eat anything fresh.
"We have to think of a way."
While thinking about it, Mo Lan suddenly patted his head.
"Oh, why can't I just rush over? Oh, forget it, let's continue to think of a way."
"By the way, don't these flamingos live in groups? Why is this one alone?"
Mo Lan was confused and looked at the flamingo carefully.
When his eyes passed over the wings of the flamingo, he was stunned. There seemed to be a hideous wound under the wings.
"So this flamingo is a flightless flamingo?"
Mo Lan's mood immediately improved.
"Then what are you thinking about? You are so reckless!"
Mo Lan twisted his neck, but still didn't rush over directly.
There is a reason why injured flamingos can still fish there leisurely.
I turned around and climbed up the mountain, and after searching for a long time I found a hollow dead tree.
Although dead wood is hollow and light to hold, it is still hard.
After weighing it twice, he used a dagger to separate the dead wood, and then fiddled with some wood to create two slightly curved mud sleds.
Mo Lan came to the wetland by the lake far away from the flamingos, put down the mud crow, walked up to it, and after fixing it, he used the small wooden sticks with both hands to support it, and the mud crow moved accordingly.
Two wooden boards with some curvature were gliding quickly on the wet ground. Mo Lan, who already had some basic skills, quickly got started. After falling a few times, he started gliding skillfully, getting faster and faster after being covered in mud.
And when you go straight forward, keep accelerating, keep accelerating, and enjoy the roar of the wind.
When he became proficient enough, Mo Lan did not hesitate, but directly reversed the direction, pointed at the flamingo, and began to accelerate and accelerate. At the same time, he also turned on the camera mode.
The direction did not change, but the wooden stick in his hand kept falling, and the inertia of Mo Lan's body moving forward also turned into the driving force to move forward at this moment.
The speed continues to increase, and the distance to the flamingo decreases rapidly.
At this time, Mo Lan, who was getting closer, immediately attracted the attention of the flamingo. He raised his slender neck, stared at Mo Lan and let out a chirp. His wings subconsciously spread out, but as soon as he moved, the wound at the root of the wing was torn open, causing severe pain.
Directly deform the flamingo's movements.
This made Mo Lan, who had been paying attention, overjoyed. He immediately seized the opportunity, continued to accelerate, and quickly approached.
But at this moment, the flamingo suddenly made a move that Mo Lan didn't expect.
Opening his mouth, a red dot appeared, and the next moment it turned into a fireball as big as a human head and headed towards Mo Lan.
"Fuck! Extraordinary monster!"
Mo Lan never expected that this injured flamingo was actually a monster. He originally thought it was just an ordinary flamingo.
However, instead of scaring him, this change gave Mo Lan a huge surprise.
An injured supernatural beast, what a joyful thing.
Concentrating his mind, the fireball approached, and the hot temperature quickly caused Mo Lan's hair and eyelashes to turn yellow and bend, and his skin quickly dried out.
The fireball continued to expand in Mo Lan's pupils, but Mo Lan didn't react at all, as if he was stunned.
But just when the fireball was about to hit Mo Lan, the wind blade instantly formed in front of him, and the one-meter-long wind blade directly collided with the fireball as big as a human head.
The scattered and uncohesive wind blade did not cut through the fireball, but caused the fireball to explode. Endless pressure and flames were sprayed out, burning the clothes on Mo Lan's back, and the entire back was scorched black under the flames.
Just a moment ago, after releasing the wind blade, Mo Lan kicked hard, took off his feet from the mud skid, turned 360 degrees in the air, and moved with precision like a machine, and pinched
With the precision of a stopwatch, he managed to avoid the fireball in a critical moment and appeared behind it.
Then the fireball detonated by the wind blade scorched Mo Lan's entire back, and the released pressure turned into power and fell on Mo Lan's back at this moment.
The Molan in the air was launched under the high pressure in an instant, spanning a distance of tens of meters with lightning speed, and appeared directly in front of the flamingo.
As soon as the flamingo spit out the fireball, he found himself being approached by Mo Lan. He quickly wanted to hide, but Mo Lan opened his hands directly and gave the flamingo a loving hug. At the same time, the dagger in his right hand was also on the flamingo.
Scratched on the neck.
puff!
Blood suddenly sprayed from the flamingo's neck, but Mo Lan, who was hugging the flamingo, also spat out a mouthful of scarlet blood.
His internal organs had all been shattered in that blow, and he was now dead.
Mo Lan, who had transformed into a soul state, had no time to be happy when he saw a puff of white smoke rising from the flamingo, and his expression suddenly changed.
"not good!"
In an instant, Mo Lan clicked to revive with lightning speed, and was successfully resurrected before the white smoke entered Mo Lan's body.
The original experience points had been deducted, so there was no loss of experience points in this resurrection. The 147 experience points from killing the flamingo directly helped Mo Lan get out of his weak state, and gained 47 more experience points.
"Excellent! Beautiful! Awesome! Mo Lan is the most handsome!"
Mo Lan roared excitedly. After his mood calmed down a little, he picked up some flamingo carcasses that were stuck in the mud, and then walked towards the shore through the mud, still smiling.
The flamingo in his arms exudes a blazing heat, just like holding a ball of flame in his arms.
I found a place to wash off the mud on my body, and also rinsed the flamingo.
After rinsing, Mo Lan began to inspect his harvest, first cutting off the flamingo's head with a dagger.
Sure enough, Mo Lan found a fiery red extraordinary core inside, with little red stars hidden inside.
Mo Lan suddenly felt a little hot when he recalled the power of the fireball technique, which was like the explosion of a small howitzer.
When he picked up the extraordinary core, the first side of the ink cartridge in his mind was facing the extraordinary core, but it was not reflected. This time, Mo Lan seemed to understand something.
Mo Lan looked at the Wind Blade Technique model on the first side of the cartridge and was still a little hesitant, but he didn't hesitate for too long and made his decision after just a moment.
A thought occurs.
An invisible hand wiped on the first surface of the ink cartridge, and the spell model of the Wind Blade Technique was disrupted and turned into disordered lines again.
The next moment, the lines gradually turned red, condensed, moved, and slowly, a brand new fiery red spell model appeared on the first side of the cartridge.
