Realistic Game

　　 "If not, then go."

　　 "Yes, master."

As the frame approached, Mo Lan opened his eyes and turned his head to look over. This is a slightly old carriage. The decoration on the corners is faintly scratched and worn, and there is only one horse pulling the carriage, which is not counted. Tall, but a bit thin.

　　 But the patterns on the carriage curtain made Mo Lan react. This is an aristocratic frame, and it looks like a rundown aristocrat.

　　 Mo Lan's gaze caught the attention of the servant who was driving, staring at him vigilantly, and then slightly accelerated the speed of the carriage to pass.

　　 And before he left, Mo Lan vaguely heard a voice.

　　 "Master, are we really going to sell the castle and the territory? This is the last glory of the family."

　　 "No, the glory of the family does not lie in the castle and territory, but in me. I am the glory."

　　 This voice was very young, but the perseverance and confidence in his words made Mo Lan a little moved.

　　 The carriage went away, and Mo Lan continued to close his eyes to rest.

　　 This mental overdraft made him very tired. He didn't even have the energy to watch the forum, so he closed his eyes and rested, thinking with the additional computing power of the ink cartridge, and tried to calculate.

　　 Ink cartridges provide computing power without consuming mental power.

　　 Closed his eyes and rested his mind for about an hour, Mo Lan got up and prepared to set off again.

　　 But now he doesn't dare to continue trying magic fusion.

　　 Before, I was lucky and never encountered danger, but it’s not always such good luck. It’s never safe to be in the wilderness.

　　 For a mage, the lack of mental power is like a tiger without minions, without the power to bind a chicken.

　　 This applies to any kind of wizard.

　　 Walking on the road, holding a long wooden stick, Mo Lan suddenly reacted.

　　 "The mage is too useless. I am also a professional mage. If there is no ink cartridge, then I only have one spell slot, which is still the lowest level spell slot.

　　 This kind of strength can't beat a soldier at all, even a soldier has a special ability to release a spell. "

　　 Mo Lan spit out helplessly.

　　 "It's a pity that the magic scroll on my body is gone, otherwise I won't be reduced to the current situation.

　　 I understand that spells are weak in the early stage of the profession. Before the transfer, they only improved their mental power and had almost no combat effectiveness.

　　 Even if he changes his job, his combat power in a short period of time is probably only five. "

　　 Thinking of this, Mo Lan viciously squeezed the wooden stick in his hand.

　　"It must be accumulated. After arriving at Red Maple City, it must be hibernated and accumulated for a certain period of time.

　　 And as a mage, there should not be only one spell slot. Similarly, the constant spells used by the magic flow mage to enhance physical fitness have not yet been resolved. "

　　 Speaking of this, Mo Lan suddenly frowned.

　　"Hey, I hope Red Maple City has enough information to help me complete this step.

　　 Otherwise..."

　　 Mo Lan sighed and moved on, looking forward to the arrival of the goblins along the way.

　　 What disappointed him was that he never encountered the goblins again from the beginning to the end, but he had encountered many weak and social monsters such as kobolds and goblins, all of which were easily defeated by Mo Lan.

　　 When he met the kobolds, Mo Lan, who had already understood what, resolutely used all means to barely kill most of the kobolds, and gained a lot of experience.

　　 And as expected, no matter how Mo Lan showed weakness, he was never attacked by the same race for the second time.

　　 "If you kill too much, is there really something like murderous aura or evil spirits on your body, or how can you explain that they will run as soon as they see me?

　　 If you don’t attack anymore, it’s difficult for them to communicate with each other in a friendly way? how is this possible? "

　　 Mo Lan finally understands why there are so many goblins, kobolds, goblins and so on on this road, and they are still alive now.

　　 is just four very simple words, bullying the soft and afraid of the hard.

　　 When encountering the hard stubble of many people, they turned and ran, and they did not appear in their field of vision from the beginning to the end.

　　 When you meet the lone traveler or the weak, those who don't hesitate, just rush forward.

　　 In terms of Mo Lan's strength, there should be no individual on this road that could threaten his existence, so outside of the beginning, basically no attack occurred in the later stage.

　　Of course, this is also the reason why the powerful aliens and monsters must have been besieged and killed by the army of Red Maple City, leaving behind some weak people who are not well-founded.

　　 The scene that Mo Lan was expecting did not happen either. Except for several attacks in the early stage, he came to the outside of Red Maple City without hindrance.

　　 Mo Lan’s experience has probably increased by more than 300, nearly 400 points.

　　 More than 90% of them were killed by Mo Lan bombing with fireballs while they were densely standing.

　　 But few of them are actually killed with a stick.

　　 After all, even if Mo Lan's wooden stick can accurately hit their throat, eyes, yin and other deadly vital points, Mo Lan's physical strength and strength are flawed.

　　 These two attributes that have not been added are just about the level of ordinary people, even if Mo Lan relies on extraordinary precision and micromanagement to kill monsters one after another.

　　 But Mo Lan's physical strength is limited after all. Almost every time he kills a monster, he needs to go all out. If it goes down like this, it won't take long.

　　 "Three hundred experience points, quite a lot, but not many, alas, even the fraction of the third-order upgrade of the ink cartridge is not enough."

　　 Mo Lan looked at the experience bar under the ink cartridge in his mind and fell into a deep sigh~www.wuxiamtl.com~Second order: 0/10000

　　 Mo Lan counted many times before he was really sure that this was really ten thousand.

　　 Upgrading to Tier 3 requires 10,000 experience points.

　　 "Fuck, it's really outrageous, it only takes one hundred experience points to upgrade to the first level, 1,000 to the second tier, and 10,000 to the third tier.

　　Good fellow, I’m just being good fellow, so when I upgrade the ink cartridge to rank ten, won’t I get 100 billion experience points? "

　　 Saying this number, Mo Lan has a toothache.

　　 "Forget it, it's a headache to see, let's upgrade the level first.

　　 At least the mental power is worth mentioning, and a few more spell slots are condensed, so that when you encounter something, you can only watch after throwing a fireball. Alas, there are so many things. "

　　 But at this moment, there was a female voice that was so sweet and loved by everyone in the ear. What she said made Mo Lan's blood spurt, and the decadence that had just been swept away, the passion was overflowing in an instant, and her mouth began to clamor for upgrades.

　　 "Di, the transaction was successful, and the balance arrived at 49,995 yuan."

　　 Hearing this voice, Mo Lan stared excitedly, and directly opened the trading interface.

　　 A single Hundred Silver Nass on his own was sold at a total price of 50,000 yuan, and the transaction was successful.

　　 After being deducted the five yuan handling fee, more than 40,000 yuan was directly transferred to his wallet balance, and his five-digit balance made his eyes shining brightly.

　　 Without hesitation, Mo Lan directly clicked to withdraw the cash to the bank card. After a while, Mo Lan laughed at the news of the bank card's arrival.

　　 "Hahaha, hahaha."

　　 After a long time, Mo Lan's smile gradually became restrained, and the pressure in his heart disappeared, and he sighed very cheerfully.

　　 "I... succeeded."