Ding Jin: "I see the herd of cattle, come here quickly."
A message suddenly popped up in the group, and Zou Peng and Mo Lan quickly changed directions and returned the way they came.
"Your spell is too perverted. Are all mages really this perverted?"
Zou Peng thought for a while while walking on the road and asked again.
"Let me reveal to you the biggest shortcoming of a mage. This shortcoming exists in both high-level and low-level mage. It is almost fatal."
Mo Lan said slowly, and Zou Peng immediately became excited when he heard this and hurriedly came over.
"What's the shortcoming?"
“The foundation of a mage’s spellcasting is the spell slot, which is used to carry the spell model.
What does this mean? This means that every mage must prepare spell models in advance. Basically, they are prepared one day or half a day in advance. The preparation time varies from person to person.
But once the battle begins, as long as he is not stopped, it is basically impossible to change the stored spells.
The number of spells is the same, one less. In fact, resisting the ring of fire spell is not worth it. Using two spell slots will just push you away, and it can't even cause damage to you.
In the same way, as long as the battle continues, there is basically no possibility of replenishing spells."
"I understand."
Zou Peng suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
"You almost made me doubt my profession. If you say so, then for the mage in the future, if there is enough time, guide the mage to prepare specific spells in advance, and finally target.
If you don't have enough time, consume spells frequently and finally kill him.
Well, before the spell slots are used up, the mage is very strong, but when the spell slots are used up, he is weak. Can you understand it this way?"
"Yes, full marks for understanding."
"This creates a balance. Even if a warrior has no spells or fighting spirit, he still has strong strength, physique and self-healing ability. His regular combat effectiveness will not be too far behind.
A mage without magic is just an ordinary person who kills indiscriminately."
Zou Peng said with a smile, and suddenly remembered something.
"Is this the case for you too?"
Mo Lan turned around and looked at Zou Peng, who was a little excited and eager to try.
"I think you're thinking of something bad."
"No, no, that's okay, just ask."
Zou Peng waved his hands repeatedly and said with erratic eyes.
"Is this really a casual question?"
"Yes, just asking, are you?"
"certainly........"
Zou Peng was delighted.
"...No, when did I say that I was just a mage? I also majored in arcanist and minored in warrior."
Mo Lan said casually, and the smile on Zou Peng's face gradually disappeared.
"What did you say? Arcanist?"
Mo Lan and Zou Peng walked behind Ding Jin and the others. When they heard Mo Lan speak, they turned around and asked.
"Maybe magician. I created two professions. Both are magicians. The only difference is the steps and methods of casting spells. The two complement each other."
Mo Lan's light words made them look at each other.
"Create a career?"
"Two at a time?"
"Are they all complementary professions to mages?"
"Isn't this equivalent to creating a perfect mage profession?"
"Hey, it's not perfect. Apart from physical fitness, I can't compare to your warriors in terms of strength. I'm weak in close combat."
Ding Jin, Zou Peng, Zhang Haobo: "......"
"I suspect you want to beat us with your staff."
Mo Lan shrugged upon hearing this.
"I don't have a magic staff yet, and so far I haven't found anything that can assist in casting spells.
Spells are all released using spell models, and the staff is not involved, so what is its use? Can it be used to hit people with it?
Okay, you three will help me raid the formation. The mage system has just been created. The entire combat system has not yet been formed, and my own combat system has not yet been formed.
A bad guy probably won't be able to beat this bull, I need actual combat and time."
Mo Lan walked towards the herd. Not far ahead, a group of bison were scattered around the lake. The muscles of the cattle closest to the lake were like horned dragons, and there was a hint of purple under the fur.
Mo Lan did not get too close, but used magic power from a distance to start building the fireball spell model.
In his mind, the spell slots included the second-level spell Water Shield, the first-level spell Resist Fire Ring, and the first-level spell Stoneskin.
The first and second sides of the cartridge contain the second-level spell Earthquake and the second-level spell Water Shield respectively.
The whole idea of configuring spells is based on defense. There are no offensive spells, all are defensive spells.
It was very slow to use magic power to build a spell model for the first time. Mo Lan's mental power guided the magic power out of the body, and then turned it into spell nodes. The magic line extended, and a spell model invisible to the naked eye slowly took shape.
The ink cartridge rotates and adds computing power to Mo Lan, making the spell model error-free and the action quick and precise. The sixteen-point intelligence provides enough mental power to complete the entire process.
"Now I feel that Mo Lan is a mage. When he used spells before, he didn't need to guide them, he just released them directly."
Zou Peng, who was not far away, spoke out.
As soon as he finished speaking, the fire element condensed at close range caught the attention of the Warcraft Bison, who turned his head to look over.
"Moo!"
The bull's eyes widened, and he lowered his head and rushed towards Mo Lan, followed by the other bison.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Mo Lan, who was standing at the front of the buffalo charge, felt that thousands of troops were rushing towards him. The majestic momentum was crushing him, and Mo Lan's heart trembled.
The unformed spell model collapsed directly, the magic power decomposed, and the collapsed spell model finally came back to consciousness.
Some people become nervous when faced with pressure and thus perform abnormally.
Some people will also become nervous when facing pressure, but the feeling of nervousness will make them concentrate, become calmer and more careful, and thus perform beyond their level.
With the blessing of super computing power, Mo Lan is the latter.
There was no panic at all, everything was replayed in my mind and quickly calculated.
The fireball spell model has been rebuilt. After one experience, this time it is obviously much faster than before.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Zhang Haobo, Ding Jin, and Zou Peng almost held their breath.
Zhang Haobo did not condense the rock shield, but Mu Zhi's tower shield behind him was already in his hand. The long bow in Ding Jin's hand gradually became perfect, Ding Jin's scimitar was unsheathed, and he had quietly approached Mo Lan.
The herd headed by the Warcraft Bison had already arrived in front of Mo Lan. Mo Lan could clearly see the purple jade-like horns on the head of the Warcraft Bison. Their sharp edges were revealed. Under the mental power, the beating of every muscle of the Bison was clearly visible, and
Zou Peng, who was approaching quietly from behind, was also spotted by Mo Lan.
Five seconds, the fireball takes shape!
The corner of Mo Lan's mouth curled up.
"Zou Peng, you've gone too far. Take off and hold your head with both hands."
When Zou Peng heard this, he quickly jumped up and held his head in the confused eyes of Zhang Haobo and Ding Jin.
boom!
Mo Lan put the condensed fireball directly on the face of the monster bison.
"Ada!"
Mo Lan screamed strangely, and a ring of fire appeared almost close to Mo Lan and the magical beast bison.
Resist the ring of fire!
An impact force erupted in all directions, and at this time, Mo Lan had already covered himself with a water shield.
The charging bison were all knocked back more than ten meters by the force of the impact, leaving deep ravine marks on the ground. Only the Warcraft bison held its horns up and only took one or two steps back.
The monster bison is too powerful to resist the ring of fire and cannot be beaten back.
Unfortunately, it was of no use. Mo Lan, who was holding the water shield, showed no resistance and was directly launched more than 20 meters away. He rolled several times on the ground and stood up.
Next to him, the gray-faced Zou Peng struggled to get up, looked at Mo Lan, who was wearing a shield and was spotless, then looked down at himself, who was gray-faced and covered in mud, and silently walked away and found a corner to squat down.
