"The undead fire creates undead, so what do I call what I created?
Golem? Golem? Gargoyle?"
Mo Lan thought wildly, then realized what he was doing and laughed out loud.
"Why am I remembering the name now? Isn't this just like worrying about the name of the third son when I just met a girl?
What if I give birth to a daughter?"
Mo Lan shook his head, trying to get rid of all the messy things.
But the more he tried to get rid of her, the more he couldn't get rid of her, and Mo Lan felt helpless.
After a while, Mo Lan came up with an idea, and this time his face looked a little cautious.
"If it could be stronger and smarter, maybe it could be called... a tower spirit!"
Mo Lan thought further and further, but the thoughts at this moment attracted Mo Lan's great attention, and he directly and solemnly recorded his thoughts and thoughts at this moment in his notebook.
The idea at this time is called - vision!
After finishing writing, Mo Lan shook his head.
"The tower spirit is not something I can touch at the moment. Not to mention that I can't create it. Even if it is created, I may not be able to control it with my current mental strength.
You can be interested in this direction, but it cannot be the focus of your current research work. You have to take it step by step, eat it one bite at a time, take your time, don’t rush.”
Mo Lan's greatest advantage is that he always knows when he should do what he should do and when he should not do what he should do.
Of course, many people can do this. The real key point is that some people can control what they do, while others cannot.
"I now imagine that the towering is like the seventeenth century people designing aircraft carriers. The only thing they have in common is that they float in the water. Talking about design is completely nonsense.
So I should try to build a body for the super core."
A smile appeared on Mo Lan's face.
"Set a small goal and first determine the feasibility of this idea."
Mo Lan pinched the extraordinary core of the Sharp Technique and quietly looked at the extremely fine trace of smoke inside, which should be the remnant soul of the one-horned boar of Warcraft.
"Undead..."
Mo Lan sent a message.
"Zhao Hua, are there any living undead?"
Zhao Hua, who was carefully trying to stabilize the spell model in a stone, was stunned for a moment. When he failed, the stone collapsed, and he subconsciously replied with a question mark.
"?"
"Animated undead."
"Oh, yes. President, do you want it? I'll give you two to play with."
Mo Lan, who was sitting on the fifth floor of the magic tower, had a smile on his face.
Get on the road!
"Then I'm sorry, just send me to the third floor of the Mage Tower. My laboratory is there."
"OK."
Zhao Hua's speed was very fast, and soon several black boxes were carried into the mage tower and placed in the laboratory on the third floor.
Hearing the noise, Mo Lan came back to his senses from the forum.
While waiting, he looked at the forum for a while and discovered something. Everywhere on the forum was now occupied by necromancers.
This allows you to control the undead. You don’t have to fight by yourself. You can just stand back and watch the show... Ahem, the command profession is favored by many people.
He is not a melee professional, and fighting will not hurt. He is driven by the undead in everything he does, including carrying sedan chairs, backpacks, and carrying luggage, especially the latter.
In this game with no space backpack, no inns, and no map transfer, when a Niehuo Guild player goes out to fight monsters and rides a skeleton horse, the undead next to him help him carry his backpack, tent, and pots and pans.
The moment the video was released, the entire internet went viral.
"I don't want anything else. I just want to ride a mount that is not easy to die and go out to fight monsters. I want to have a mount when I'm on the road.
I have a place to put things when I rest, and I don’t need to carry big packages, animal skins, weapons and supplies when chatting with the goddess, and I don’t have to watch the goddess panting and carrying big packages but I can’t do anything about it.”
"There's a story upstairs. How much does a horse cost?"
Necromancers with these conveniences became instantly popular, and the name of the Niefire Guild appeared more and more frequently on the forums. Countless people wanted to join the Niefire Guild and change careers as necromancers.
If the undead weren't so ugly, I'm afraid all the girls from Utopia and the girls from other guilds would have gone to the Niehuo Guild.
Notifying female players is equivalent to dominating male players, which means that the Niehuo Guild is only a little short of dominating the entire game...it's too ugly.
The Necromancer is indeed good, and it is normal to have such popularity, but...
"No matter how you look at it, it feels like someone is behind it. This person, or this organization, thinks that increasing the popularity of the Necromancer can bring great benefits..."
(Geng Tao: "You might as well give me your ID card directly.")
Mo Lan shrugged.
"But it's none of my business. It's Yi Fei and the others who should be worried. Well, having said that, I haven't seen them for a long time.
Are you all holding back your energy and getting ready to go big?"
Mo Lan suddenly thought about it, and this idea gave him a faint sense of expectation.
"If this is the case, perhaps in the near future, there will be at least three or four, and as many as nine or ten new professions."
Mo Lan never dared to underestimate the creative abilities of other players.
This group of people can even play Minecraft, forget about the ordinary Forbidden City, or the Mona Lisa, entry-level skills.
Playing Minecraft in Minecraft is the most exciting thing.
Constantly making cool moves is the nature of a player. As long as he doesn't die, he will do it to death.
As you keep doing it, your way of thinking will change, and you will be able to do cool things that others cannot do.
The corners of Mo Lan's mouth curved slightly and he murmured.
"This is interesting. If a game only had mages and warriors, it would be so monotonous."
Mo Lan's mood gradually became happy, and there was always a gentle smile on his face.
The two people from the Yiniehuo Guild came to a room in the middle of the third floor. With an idea, the stone door slowly opened.
"Put them in separate compartments, please."
"It's okay, it's okay. God Mo, please sign for it."
The player smiled and handed a piece of paper and a pen to Mo Lan.
Mo Lan took a look and signed for it.
Turn around and look at these black boxes.
This room located in the middle of the third floor of the Mage Tower was a warehouse specially designed by Mo Lan to hold dangerous experimental objects such as Warcraft. Inside were small compartments one after another, with smooth walls and a metallic light flashing from time to time on the surface.
After Mo Lan signed for it, the black boxes were opened one by one, and there was a clicking sound inside. Skeletons came out of them, and a gray flame jumped slowly inside the skulls of the skeletons.
As soon as they walked out, the whole room seemed a bit colder.
"God Mo, there are five beast-level undead in total, one each of wolf, tiger, bear, crocodile, and snake.
As long as the mental power can resist the corrosion of death energy, then they can be controlled, which should not be a big problem for Mo Shen.
In addition, they are more afraid of the sun, which will accelerate the dissipation of their death energy, and being attacked will also cause death energy shock to the skeleton. Undead fire is even more critical, and it will be fatal if it is dispersed.
In addition, I also brought some death energy with me this time. If they are about to be unable to bear it, add some more death energy.
If you still have any questions, just contact us directly.”
"Well, it's okay. Zhao Hua from your guild is here. If I need anything, I'll see him."
Mo Lan pointed downstairs and said.
"Sorry to trouble you, I'll stay here for lunch and go back after dinner."
