"There are a lot of feathers, which should be enough for now. The bird skin was barely dismembered into seven complete pieces, but it's flamingo blood... Well, I hope it won't solidify if it's just shaking like this."
Mo Lan looked at the three tubes of flamingo blood with a headache.
If we just look at the quantity, the quantity of three tubes is definitely more than enough to draw seven spell models.
But what Mo Lan was worried about was that all the blood would solidify before he could finish drawing the seven spell scrolls.
"Without anticoagulant, do we have to find someone to boil the blood before drawing? It can't be boiled."
Mo Lan had no choice but to hang the three tubes of flamingo blood on the beam with a rope and let it continue to sway, trying to delay its solidification time.
Lying on the hard bed and sleeping for two or three hours, Mo Lan finally recovered.
Awakened by the alarm clock, he quickly opened the bamboo tube and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the flamingo blood inside had not yet solidified.
Unfold the still warm bird skin and hold the warm quill.
The quill dipped in ink and fell on the spell model, a dot, a line, a miracle.
But after drawing the third spell node, the familiar flame element reappeared, which made Mo Lan relieved and also made him pay attention.
Continue drawing, and as one node after another is completed, the flame elements on the pale pink bird skin slowly increase.
Soon Mo Lan came to the last core node, the six-linked spell node, and the familiar heaviness and stagnation appeared on his hands again.
His hand moved slowly but firmly. This time, Mo Lan was more familiar and careful than before, which allowed him to discover.
The drawing of the spell scroll seems to be done by hand, but in fact, every stroke of the quill and every mark left has the help of mental power.
It is the mental power that subconsciously follows the movements of the hand to move the flame elements to cover the drawn spell nodes, and let them condense here.
This is also where the mental fatigue after drawing the spell scroll comes from. If your mental strength is not restored, drawing the spell scroll is doomed to failure.
Of course, this spell scroll was successful again, the flame element was ignited, and the light pink bird skin in the flame slowly transformed, becoming thicker, deeper, simpler, and more expensive.
Roll up the plain and thickened spell model, then tie it with a rope and tie it with a bow.
After a simple experiment, the recovery from mental fatigue in the waking state is unknown, but it can be recovered within two to three hours in the sleeping state.
So Mo Lan set an alarm clock to wake him up every three hours, and then went to sleep after finishing drawing the spell scroll.
The third spell scroll was successful, but the fourth spell scroll failed when drawing the last six points because of exhaustion.
Mo Lan could only watch helplessly as the bird skin turned into a ball of flame and burned to ashes in the flames. He also added several large crystal clear blisters to Mo Lan's hands.
"No, I'm too tired. I can't stand it anymore due to frequent consumption."
Mo Lan said with some distress, but there was no way, the matter was a foregone conclusion, no matter what he said, there was no way to save him.
The only thing I can do now is to remember this failure firmly, be more careful in the next drawing, lie down, have a good sleep, and replenish all the energy consumed.
This time, Mo Lan didn't set the alarm clock. He planned to rest for a while, sleep until he woke up naturally, and recover all his mental strength.
But on the seventh hour when Mo Lan fell asleep, a loud noise came from the southeast, and the earth trembled. This simple wooden house was crumbling, and it seemed that it might collapse at any time.
Looking to the southeast, Mo Lan frowned.
"It's this vibration again. The Giant Bear Mountain is in this direction. Who did that armored giant bear fight with? Who would come to the door to get the armored giant bear's attention if nothing happened?"
A possibility suddenly appeared in Mo Lan's mind, and the more he thought about it, the more he decided.
"well."
Mo Lan immediately stood up and rushed toward the southeast, disappearing into the bushes in an instant.
But just a few seconds after leaving, he turned back and entered the cabin. Instead of going back, he started chatting in the group.
"Damn it, @张浩博, your cousin really seems to have reported me."
Zhang Haobo: "Ah?"
Ding Jin: "What's strange, you were arrested?"
"How is that possible? It's just that the armored giant bear seemed to be fighting.
He is the only one who knows where I am, could it be a coincidence?"
Zhang Haobo: "Leave me alone. I don't have a good relationship with him. This cheap thief likes to kill people who are familiar with him. He should be killed and beaten when he should be killed."
"Okay, with your words, it will be settled. As long as the Viper Gang comes, I will remember him."
Zhang Haobo: "Well, if it's okay, I'll run away first. This mission is a bit troublesome, but there seems to be a job transfer opportunity at the end. You have to hurry up, or prepare to hug my uncle's legs tightly."
"Go, go, I'll teach you how to behave when the time comes."
After saying that, Mo Lan also got off. The loud noises from the southeast still sounded from time to time, but Mo Lan had no intention of investigating at all, and even his previous intention of not being a fisherman had faded away.
"In life, stability is the key."
After Mo Lan finished speaking, he turned around and returned to the wooden house. He sat in front of the water and began to draw the spell scroll without any intention of going out to investigate.
After drawing the scroll, I went to bed to replenish my energy, which lasted until the early morning of the third day.
Mo Lan stopped writing and drew the spell scroll on the last bird skin to finish it perfectly.
So far, all the flamingo skins have been used, six of them were successful, one failed, and the success rate is as high as 85%.
Even now, the flamingo's blood had not solidified, which made Mo Lanxin breathe a sigh of relief.
If this blood could coagulate, at least nine out of ten of it would be wasted, but under the current circumstances, it would be possible to use all of it.
"This should be the function of the fire element in flamingo blood, but I don't know if all the blood of extraordinary monsters has this characteristic, or if only the blood of extraordinary monsters with fire attributes has this characteristic.
I hope it’s the former, it will save me a lot of things.”
Mo Lan murmured, inserted a dagger into his waist, carried a large bamboo tube on his back, which contained seven fireball spell scrolls, left the wooden house, and immediately headed towards the Giant Bear Mountain at full speed.
Just three hours ago, Mo Lan heard a loud noise over there, and it was obvious that the giant bears over there were still fighting.
On the one hand, this reflects the power of the giant bear, and on the other hand, it also reflects the strength of the attacker.
Mo Lan is not sure whether they are still here or not, but it would be best if they are there, and it doesn't matter if they are not here.
Mo Lan's main purpose was to determine whether the person fighting the armored giant bear was a human or something else.
If it were a human being, would it be the Viper Gang who said he was ugly?
"Damn it, the Viper Gang, if you dare to call me ugly, you will be dead!"
