But before leaving, Mo Lan came to the flat wooden board again, took out a stack of divided armored giant bear skins, and held an earth-yellow extraordinary core in his other hand.
"Engraved!"
Mo Lan placed the extraordinary core in front of his eyes. With a slight movement of thought, the spell model on the first side of the cartridge was erased and pointed at the extraordinary core.
It was as if a hand was carving on the ink cartridge, and the spell model was formed one stroke at a time. Not long after, a complex spell model appeared on the ink cartridge.
"This... Earth Splitting Technique, you want me to draw this?"
Mo Lan was stunned as he held the Langhao pen in his hand. This spell model was more complicated than he imagined.
Before, there were only a dozen or so spell nodes for both Wind Blade Technique and Fireball Technique, but as he counted them carefully, he was shocked to find that the Earth Fissure Technique spell model had hundreds of spell nodes.
Hundreds of spell nodes and interconnected lines make this spell model look like a hollow ball of wool. It is extremely complicated, but full of beauty. Just trying to understand it makes Mo Lan feel dizzy.
.
"Here, what level of spell is this Earth Splitting Technique? How can it be so complicated?"
Mo Lan said in surprise.
"Is this really something a human can draw?"
Mo Lan took a deep breath, forced himself to work hard, then opened the system tools and began to draw the coordinate system and analyze the spell model.
Just to mark each spell node and each line took Mo Lan several hours.
The ink cartridges in his mind were spinning rapidly, and the improvement in his intelligence attributes seemed to have improved his own memory.
While sorting it out, he also clearly remembered the coordinates of each point and the two ends of each line in order.
If it were another spell model, Mo Lan might have already started to draw it, but now Mo Lan's pen is hanging in the air and he hasn't started writing for a long time.
Finally he sighed, put down his pen, put away the bear skin and bear blood.
"No, even if I can reproduce the spell model exactly as it is, my mental strength is not enough to support the completion of the spell model."
Confidence is not arrogance, so Mo Lan decided to give up drawing the spell model of Earth Fissure for the time being.
Looking at a large bag of bear skins on the ground, Mo Lan pondered for a moment, found a corner, dug up the ground and buried the bears skins.
"What level of spell is Earth Splitting?"
While burying the bear skin, Mo Lan always felt like a small hand was scratching him, itching.
After covering the burial point, Mo Lan began to walk farther away. After walking for about an hour, he came to a hillside.
"Earthshaft!"
Mo Lan had a thought, and at this moment he found that the ink cartridge began to rotate at high speed, and it seemed that afterimages appeared.
A ray of yellow light sank into the distant land.
"Boom boom boom!!"
"Boom!"
Several muffled thunders sounded, making Mo Lan's ears buzz, and at the same time, the earth seemed to shake.
A series of ferocious gaps several meters wide spread out from the center.
The earth was shattered like broken glass, and any side of the hillside that was wiped by a crack collapsed.
Mo Lan fell to the ground, held on to the big tree and stood up. Looking at the broken earth with a radius of two hundred meters, his eyes widened in surprise and he couldn't close his mouth.
"This...why does this feel more powerful than what the armored giant bear himself used?"
Mo Lan reacted immediately.
"The armored beast before co-writing has not grown up yet, it is just a cub, and it cannot even fully release its own innate spells?
What is its origin? What level is this earthquake spell?"
Mo Lan felt surprised or surprised at this moment, and when his mental power attached to the ink cartridge, he also learned something.
"This spell model takes twenty-four hours to recover, and the cooling time is as long as one day. It is forty-eight times as powerful as the fireball spell, but it is probably more than forty-eight times more powerful."
Mo Lan looked at the half-collapsed hillside next to him.
"And if this spell is placed in the city, it will definitely destroy the world."
"What level of spell is this? My current spell slots can only inscribe wind blade spells, fireball spells, etc. I don't know when I can accommodate this behemoth with hundreds of spell nodes."
The spell slot in Mo Lan's mouth is the core of spiritual power that was condensed before.
Mo Lan felt that it was appropriate to use a spell slot. It was a location that could accommodate spells. It was simple and clear.
As for the basic situation of spell slots, Mo Lan had already figured it out through experiments again and again.
The current space and strength of the spell slot can accommodate and support a spell model composed of up to thirty spell nodes.
The spell model will disappear after being engraved on the spell slot and needs to be re-engraved.
As for the inscription of the spell model, it is not worth mentioning. With Mo Lan's brain power, mainly coupled with the calculation power and control power of the ink cartridge, as long as he is in a quiet environment, Mo Lan can inscribe a spell model of the level of Fireball in minutes.
, comparable to printer printing.
And in a combat environment... Mo Lan hasn't tried it yet, so he doesn't know the speed yet.
However, Mo Lan is not optimistic. If he wants to be remembered in battle, he must master the skill of dual-tasking. It is not the kind of drawing a circle with one hand and a triangle with one hand, but doing high-level math problems with one hand and using the other.
Another high-level math problem of a completely different type.
I am afraid that only this kind of person can complete the process of engraving spell slots in battle, and Mo Lan expressed doubts as to whether such a person exists.
"Unless you are a god, is there anyone in the world who can do two high-level math problems at the same time? It's really like having a second thread."
Mo Lan complained, and at this moment, the shadow of the building gradually appeared in front of his eyes.
As the sun set, smoke curled up from the kitchen, and a quiet atmosphere slowly formed. However, two players who suddenly jumped down from the roof swept away the atmosphere with laughter.
As Mo Lan got closer, an indescribable odor rushed into Mo Lan's nose again.
"It really stinks, there's feces and urine flowing everywhere, are these people's noses malfunctioning?"
Mo Lan said a little nauseously, and forced himself to enter the town. It took him a while to get used to it.
However, after Mo Lan walked for a while, he suddenly realized that there seemed to be fewer players in Tieshu Town.
After walking for a long time, I met a player. Compared with the bustling crowd before, Mo Lan thought about it and stopped a player.
"Hey, brother, let me ask you why there are so few people in this town suddenly? Weren't there a lot of people before?"
The stopped player looked Mo Lan up and down and said with a smile.
"Looking at my brother's appearance, he probably just came back from outside, right?
That’s right, isn’t our Tieshu Town affiliated with Red Maple City?
I heard that the first player in the game to change jobs appeared there, and the job transfer channels were also announced.
Now that all those people have gone to join in the fun and changed jobs, Tielshu Town has become deserted. If I didn't have another mission, I would have gone there."
"Oh, then do you know how to get to Red Maple City?"
"There is a dirt road out of the town on the east side. Just keep going east. However, there are many kobolds and goblins on the road. They are not strong, but there are many people and they bully the weak and fear the strong. It is best to follow the caravan, or
Find a few people to form a team."
"Oh, okay, thank you for reminding me."
Mo Lan said with a smile. After thinking about it, he didn't want to stay in the town anymore, so he walked east, wanting to go to Red Maple City.
But before he could leave town, two men with rude faces stopped him.
