Chapter 151 Earl
"Okay, let's call it a spiritual link."
When Xu Zongxin saw that Mo Lan was willing to give him a name, a smile appeared on his face.
Seeing this, Mo Lan continued to express his own opinions. Although he had not created spells for a long time, his long-term research on first-ring spell models, spell nodes, and the accumulation of research on spell resonance and spell model constancy far exceeded Xu Zongxin's imagination. His knowledge reserves were not comparable to his , nor could he catch up in a short time.
Based on this knowledge, Mo Lan can easily point out some problems in Xu Zongxin's spell model and indicate the direction for optimization.
“I just tried it, and this trick can only transmit some simple information.
Like OK, release, target xxx, right?"
“Yes, this information can be exchanged instantly with almost no delay, so I now use mental links to train the mage group.
Now there are more than 20 people who have officially become a mage group, and can complete the resonance casting of most first-level spells. "
"Yeah, not bad."
Mo Lan said with some praise.
“Although this spiritual link is just a trick now, it has great potential and has certain strategic significance.
Although it is just a prototype now, you can gradually improve it if the exchange of sound and image information is not possible.
Then maybe you can communicate through text or code, which is also possible.
It is nothing more than replacing the carrier of information. As long as it can transmit information as quickly, as much and as conveniently as possible, any method will do.
Of course, I hope that your spiritual connection can develop to the point where you can simultaneously transmit what you see, hear, and feel, or even directly package a piece of your own memory and send it over. Come on."
"Thanks."
Xu Zongxin thanked him, and just as he was about to turn around and leave, Mo Lan suddenly called him.
"Wait a minute, you've reached the third ring, right?
"Yes, I practiced it some time ago."
"Okay, well, come here and I'll teach you something."
"Oh, okay."
Xu Zongxin walked over with some surprise, and just as he came over, he found that Mo Lan sent him a spell model.
"Mage's Hand, a first-level spell. I'll give you half an hour to get familiar with it.
Come find me at the Mage Tower when you are familiar with it."
After Mo Lan finished speaking, he left and went straight into the Mage Tower.
After closing his eyes and meditating for more than twenty minutes, Xu Zongxin arrived at the Mage Tower with a look of excitement on his face and some strange things floating around him.
Shells, stones, leaves, sticks.
"Who are you trying to knock out with a club? I'm telling you, this won't kill anyone.
If you want to learn how to use a stick, I'll teach you an explosive spell, plus a mental shock, and you might be able to kill a warrior with just one blow."
"You can learn magic, but you don't need to learn the stick. You don't need to learn the stick."
Xu Zongxin laughed and Mo Lan glanced at him.
"Come here, I will teach you a technique, a real core technique. I was the first to create it, and you are the second to learn it."
Xu Zongxin's face suddenly became solemn. After turning on the screen recording, he began to listen carefully.
Mo Lan explained the techniques of the constant spell model to him in detail and finished quickly.
"Do you understand?"
"I think...I understand."
"Well, here is an ordinary stone and some animal blood for you to try."
Xu Zongxin started to try with some excitement, but it was obvious that he kept failing.
Seeing this, Mo Lan was not in a hurry. He guided and corrected him step by step.
Gradually, the accuracy of Xu Zongxin's steps became higher and higher. After more than an hour, he finally achieved his first success.
“I did it!”
"Okay, keep experimenting. Come back to me after you succeed the hundredth time."
Mo Lan turned around and began the spell model of the constant spell Dark Fireball.
It was not until the next morning that Mo Lan saw Xu Zongxin, with dark circles under his eyes and a depressed look, find him.
"Instructor, I'm done."
Mo Lan looked Xu Zongxin up and down, said nothing, and had no intention of teaching him the meditation method, but spoke out loud.
"Rest, and come back to me when your mental state is back to its peak."
"good."
Mo Lan continued to engrave the constant spell model, and Xu Zongxin didn't come up to find him until after one o'clock in the morning.
Seeing this, Mo Lan stopped what he was doing and took some mercury and a few pieces of stone.
"Replace the beast blood with mercury. Try to see if you can bring the mercury to a resonant frequency."
Xu Zongxin nodded, and soon the mercury in front of his eyes floated up.
Mo Lan used his mental power to observe Xu Zongxin, and saw that his mental power entered the resonance mode, but Mercury did not.
As time slowly passed, a trace of sweat gradually appeared between Xu Zongxin's brows, and the inherent frequency of mercury was finally changed, and Xu Zongxin breathed a sigh of relief.
"Come, put the Constant Sharpness Technique into this stone!"
Xu Zongxin immediately skillfully controlled the mercury to move toward the stone slab.
Mercury melted into the stone slab, and mental power adjusted the position of mercury bit by bit.
Xu Zongxin had a hard time controlling the mercury constant spell model, but to Mo Lan's surprise, he actually succeeded.
The first time I used mercury to create a constant spell model in a stone slab, it actually worked.
There was a hint of surprise in Xu Zongxin's eyes, and Mo Lan also showed an expression of approval on his face.
"Okay, take a break, and I'll tell you what to do next."
Mo Lan brought Xu Zongxin to the outer wall of the Mage Tower and drew squares and punctuation marks on it with a charcoal pencil.
"Everywhere I draw a point, it will be fixed as a sharp spell. There are a total of 24 spell nodes in the sharp spell. I drew 24 points on this wall, and they are all fixed.
I have helped you complete the most difficult step. Next, you need to complete the constancy of twenty-four spell models and achieve resonance.
In addition, if the constant is wrong, you can pull the spell group over, replace the stone, and reset the spell model.
Until the resonance is complete, understand."
A hint of surprise appeared on Xu Zongxin's face, and he looked at Mo Lan unexpectedly.
"Instructor, instructor, can I cast a constant spell on the Mage Tower?"
"Okay, any questions?"
"No, no."
Xu Zongxin was a little excited, while Mo Lan smiled and turned away.
Behind him, Xu Zongxin was working diligently on the constant spell model, his face full of excitement and he didn't know when he was tired.
A smile appeared on Mo Lan's face.
"Two people work together to cast a spell model that is not very difficult, and the efficiency instantly increases by more than half.
Comfortable."
Mo Lan went upstairs and continued the spell model of Constant Dark Fireball.
However, just as Mo Lan was diligently working on a constant spell model, the core tiankeng of Red Maple City had gradually become deserted, and the team that had been constantly carrying supplies up and down had gradually dispersed.
In a heavy castle next to the sinkhole, a player reported in the hall.
"Mo Lan is now by the lake in the mountains."
The player said it without hesitation, but did not mention anything about the Mage Tower.
"Okay, go down."
The player took half of the money from the steward, whistled , and left happily.
Sitting in the castle's hall was Earl Red Maple, but he looked a little listless, with dark circles around his eyes.
"My Lord, should we ..."
Upon hearing this, Earl Red Maple raised his head and stared in the direction of Mirror Lake, his eyes deep and cold.
