Chapter 127 The Little Devil Reappears
"Mo Shen, my boss asked me to bring this to you."
A player handed a palm-sized wooden box to Mo Lan.
"Is this the nourishing tea he mentioned?"
Mo Lan took the small wooden box with some anticipation . Inside was the nourishing tea that Zou Peng bought for him at a high price, which could barely be considered a magical plant.
This kind of tea has a magical warming effect on the spirit. It is extremely expensive and can usually only be seen on the desks of great nobles and some painting masters.
"This, ten gold coins, tens of thousands of dollars, is enough for a few drinks."
Mo Lan opened it and looked at the tea leaves inside. There weren't many, and they looked no different from ordinary tea leaves.
"Try."
Mo Lan tried to soak two pieces of tea leaves, and tasted them carefully with a cup of water. He took two sips, smacked his lips, tilted his head back to drink it all, and then poured the tea leaves into his mouth to chew and finally swallowed it.
At this time, Mo Lan had already put down the cup and closed his eyes to meditate. The moment the tea entered his stomach, a cold current rushed to his brain, giving him an icy and comfortable feeling. His entire consciousness became unusually clear, the whole world seemed to become clear, and his perception became sharp.
"meditation!"
This time, the time it took to enter meditation was obviously much faster, and the whole person's attention was focused.
"The effect is good, but it seems to be just that?"
Mo Lan thought about it and recalled the effects of the nourishing tea.
"The nourishing tea seems to be able to warm up the spirit, so can it restore the damage to the spirit?"
Mo Lan pondered for a moment, extended his mental power out of his mind, and directly came into contact with the magic power to start resonance.
"hiss!"
Mo Lan felt that his mental power seemed to be burned, frozen, blown by the wind, and pressed at the same time. It felt like it was about to be torn apart, and also like it was about to be swallowed up.
However, compared to before, at this time there was always a hint of chilliness shrouding Mo Lan's mental power, making his mind clear, and even pain could not shake Mo Lan's spirit.
In this close-range resonance, the speed at which mental power is enhanced increases rapidly, and soon Mo Lan can feel his mental power getting stronger.
But this is not the point. The point is that Mo Lan discovered that the minor wounds caused by the magic impact were recovering little by little.
Indeed, the effect of nourishing tea is only warming and nourishing, and it cannot treat mental damage, but it can restore ordinary minor wear and tear.
And this was enough for Mo Lan.
"Yes, it's really a good thing. It can directly let me experience the speed of the next stage of meditation. It's comfortable!"
Why doesn't Mo Lan dare to directly engage in elemental meditation?
If the mental power is not strong enough, such meditation will cause slight damage to the mental power every minute and every second. Perhaps the damage every second is not obvious and harmless, but over a long period of time, it will accumulate and cause more obvious trauma.
And now there is the tea for nourishing the spirit...
“Meditation makes me happy, meditation makes me strong.”
Mo Lan started meditating directly, enduring the constant pain in his mental strength and continuing to maintain the meditative state.
The cool feeling is very comfortable, just right to neutralize some of the pain brought by meditation.
Under such circumstances, Mo Lan's mental power improved at several times faster than before.
After about three or four hours, the cool feeling disappeared, and Mo Lan immediately took out a tea leaf and put it in his mouth to chew.
Meditation continues!
The days passed one by one, and on the third day, Mo Lan had finished all the nourishing tea.
After giving Zou Peng money to buy it but still failing to buy it, Mo Lan had no choice but to return to his previous state of meditation.
However, although the time was short, the effect was very strong. Mo Lan could clearly feel that he was not far from a breakthrough.
And on this day, Zou Peng brought news about the little devil again.
"kill?"
"Yeah, that little devil killed a lot of people."
Zou Peng paused and continued.
"We massacred two villages, and today we were discovered while massacring the second one, and the players spread the news.
After killing the villagers, the little devil did not leave immediately, but took away all the bodies.
According to the judgment, firstly, this little devil should have intelligence and be an alien race similar to goblins and goblins, rather than a simple monster.
Second, the demon race definitely exists in the "Real Game" and is very aggressive.
Third, the little devil is most likely trying to open a portal to allow the large force behind to come over.
There is no way, this act of killing and collecting flesh and blood immediately reminds me of this."
Mo Lan nodded.
"Now what about the other players?"
“Full of righteous indignation, some went to the slaughtered villages to clean up the situation and try to find survivors.
The other part was dispersed to various villages, replacing all the original villagers.”
"Wait, those villagers will listen to the player?"
"Reason can convince people. If you explain it to them more, they will naturally agree."
"All right."
Mo Lan pondered for a moment.
“You’d better go. If you don’t go, what if the little devil is summoned successfully?
Then our area has basically become a disaster area, with demons running rampant, so it is imperative to interrupt the summoning of the little demons.
I don't think the nobles will organize manpower to resist the demon attack. I think they are better at running away.
If this happens, then everything we do will be worthless and meaningless."
"Okay, then how many people should we take out? Should we take all of them?"
Mo Lan looked at the one hundred mages and fell into deep thought.
“Take them all with you, they might come in handy at a critical moment.
After all, the power of a magic group is still very powerful."
"Okay, I'll start from Red Maple City, you come here, meet me here."
Zou Peng sent a map and pointed at a few points on it.
"OK."
Mo Lan nodded and began to gather the mages. After a while, with the assistance of Xu Zongxin, he quickly integrated the team and led the entire team out.
"Look, look, Mo Lan finally came out."
"Damn it, do you need me to tell you? I'm not blind. Hide it for me. If I get killed later, it's your fault."
Before he could finish his words, a wall of fire appeared over him.
The wall of fire instantly enveloped everyone, and purple-red flames danced and burned on their bodies.
“Ahhh!”
A player screamed and rolled on the ground, trying to put out the purple flame.
But this was impossible to do. The high-temperature flames stuck to them, and soon, several players turned into balls of charcoal.
"Capture me alive? You dare to capture me alive like this? You are so weak."
Mo Lan curled his lips and continued to move forward with the group of mages.
The distance was not close, and it took a while for Mo Lan to lead the mage group to the slaughtered village.
But the scene inside is somewhat shocking.
Mo Lan did not go in, but silently rushed to the next village that was completely replaced by players, and silently clenched his fists.
