Mo Lan hesitated, Mo Lan hesitated, and opened his mouth to say something, but a thought suddenly appeared in his mind, and he immediately shook his head, closed his mouth, and planned to speed up the steps upstairs.
However, at this time, the two of them also discovered Mo Lan. When they saw it was Mo Lan, their eyes lit up and they immediately stepped forward. The mage who had just asked Zhang Guangmo asked quickly.
“President, President, can I take a moment of your time?
Is there any hope that the melee mage we just talked about can become a reality?"
As soon as the mage raised his question, Zhang Guangmo next to him looked at Mo Lan and suddenly became a little uneasy. He grabbed a stick in his hand and waited quietly.
Seeing Mo Lan shaking his head, his heart suddenly sank, and the hand holding the stick clenched tightly involuntarily.
"I have no idea."
What Mo Lan said made both of them stunned.
"Well, President, why don't you know?"
Mo Lan pondered for a moment, then turned to look at Zhang Guangmo.
"Because when I said that teachers should use sticks, it was just a joke and a joke.
I want to apologize to Guang Mo here. I thought you were joking at first, so I gave it a like."
Zhang Guangmo held the stick tightly in his hands when he heard this, his joints turned slightly white, but he still said indifferently.
"It's okay, President. If it doesn't work, then I'll switch. It's just the beginning anyway, so I'll just play the mage normally.
Actually, I don’t believe what you said before, after all, I’m not stupid, right, I’m not stupid either.”
Zhang Guangmo waved his hands and said, while Mo Lan shook his head when he saw this.
"I think you misunderstood."
Zhang Guangmo made a move and looked at Mo Lan carefully.
"I apologize to you, but it doesn't mean that melee mages can't do it."
"President, are you saying that melee mages can do it?"
Zhang Guangmo asked quickly, and Mo Lan shook his head again.
"I don't know. I didn't think it was possible before. I wanted to correct you just now, but I followed your train of thought and thought about it.
The light spell starts with the hand, flashes close, and the bear's burst is blessed, killing with one hit, which seems to have some flavor.
It was this smell that made me realize that I know nothing about melee mage when I play games.
I have never played a melee mage, how dare I use other experiences to conclude that melee mage is not good?
Even if I have played a melee mage, how can I use my shallow ability to judge that other people's melee mage is not good?
You are the pioneer of melee magic. Whether you are good at it or not is up to you.
In the field of melee mage, you are ahead of me, you are better than me.
If you ask me whether melee magic is okay, I will only tell you that if you like it, if you decide, then go ahead with all your strength, and there will be an association behind you."
At this time, many mages had gathered around and looked at Mo Lan quietly.
Seeing this, Mo Lan looked around and said with a chuckle.
"This is also for everyone. I am just a gamer. I don't know much about being a mage.
I am just a beginner, no one is the authority on this road, and no one can tell which road will not work.
I did not establish the Association of Masters to only respect Confucianism. What I want is for hundreds of schools of thought to contend!
I’ll say what I just said again. If you like it, if you decide, then press forward with all your strength, and there will be an association behind you.”
Bang bang bang!
Bang bang bang!
Thunderous applause sounded, and Mo Lan patted Zhang Guangmo on the shoulder.
"Come on, I hope to see you on Zhuzi's stage."
Zhang Guangmo blushed and nodded vigorously.
Mo Lan walked forward, and the surrounding mages spontaneously made way for Mo Lan to move forward.
Mo Lan has gone away, but the hustle and bustle here is still there. Everyone is describing their own ideas, and everyone is refuting the ideas of others.
More and more people were attracted, and the discussion became more and more intense. Later, the battlefield slowly moved to a large conference room.
The atmosphere became more and more heated, with merciless arguments, collisions of ideas, and sparks of inspiration. In the process, everyone was so noisy that their faces turned red and their necks were thick. It seemed that whoever had the loudest voice had the loudest sense.
As the atmosphere reached its climax, a chaotic battle began without knowing who started it.
In order to make their own reasoning bigger and to make the other party listen to what they say, the mages used the truth as big as a casserole.
Ten minutes later, the high-spirited Zhang Guangmo curled his lips and left the large conference room with a bruised nose and a swollen face.
"I'm not targeting anyone, everyone here is my brother!"
There were shouts from behind.
"Shameless, another soldier who changed his profession!!!"
Zhang Guangmo relaxed his muscles and bones.
"Well, is this the cheer of a winner? President, I understand!"
"..."
Mo Lan's mental power took in everything that happened below, and he was slightly speechless.
"I said that the various schools of thought were just a metaphor, but I didn't ask you to actually learn to fight like the various schools of thought.
Also, you guys actually dare to reason with a professional melee combatant?
Are you crazy or are you crazy?"
Complaints are complaints, but the smile on Mo Lan's face cannot be hidden.
There is a piece of white paper on the table, recording one after another that is outrageous. It seems outrageous. It doesn’t seem outrageous, but when you think about it, it is outrageous. It looks outrageous, but when you think about it, it’s not so outrageous. It’s not outrageous, but it’s useless. It’s outrageous and it’s useless.
idea.
The collision of thoughts is the easiest way to create sparks. Although many of the ideas here are outrageous, Mo Lan can also draw a lot of nutrients and inspiration from them.
Mo Lan bound several papers on the table that recorded their discussions and put them into a special folder.
After putting it away, Mo Lan recovered his mind and meditated quietly.
"In some text creations, some mages are very flexible in casting spells. Even if it is just a first-level spell, as long as the mage level is high, the first-level spell can exert advanced effects.
The power of a spell depends on the mage's ability and output, which is never constant.
Maybe I thought it wasn't possible before, but with the magic shield and the mage's hand in front, it may not be impossible."
Mo Lan murmured to himself.
"The current set of spell models comes from Warcraft, and what is suitable for Warcraft may not necessarily be suitable for mages.
But if you want to change the spell model obtained from Warcraft to one suitable for mages, where should you start?"
Mo Lan murmured to himself.
"First of all, these three nodes that attract the power of collecting elements must be deleted.
However, when deleting functions, you cannot delete channels. You must leave the function of inputting energy.
In addition, the aspect of controlling power also needs to be changed.
The conversion effect also needs to be strengthened, and it must be at least more flexible. We cannot just input a little energy to reach the limit of the spell model."
The laboratory was quiet except for the rustling sound of the pen tip in Mo Lan's hand crossing the paper.
