Chapter 16 Lake Yamanaka
"It's really shocking. I don't know when I can achieve this level. I'm looking forward to it."
This is the first time that Mo Lan is looking forward to becoming stronger in a game. This game is too realistic. The environment is real, the people are real, the pressure is real, and even the sense of power is real, so real that it seems as if it should exist.
"call."
Mo Lan collected all the silver hair and fur on the ground nearby.
The seemingly scattered fur now became a long tuft in the hand.
"It should be suitable for making wolf-hair brushes."
After experiencing many failures in drawing spell models, Mo Lan discovered that compared to the soft rabbit hair brush, the tough and harder wolf hair brush is very suitable for drawing spell models, especially the fine parts.
After putting away the silver hairs, Mo Lan turned around and strode towards the south, gradually moving away from the battlefield.
Mo Lan climbed over mountains and crossed rivers, and after a long time, he finally found the Giant Bear Mountain that he had seen before before getting lost.
The mountain with a huge flat terrain halfway up is also the mountain with the armored giant bear.
But when he got closer to the mountain, Mo Lan couldn't help but breathe lighter.
Instead of going up the mountain directly, he chose to take a lot of time to go around and come to the stream flowing downstream. Looking at the gurgling water, Mo Lan began to climb the mountain.
Compared with his previous caution, Mo Lan now became more aggressive, kicking over a stone from time to time, breaking a branch from time to time, and even using a stick and dagger to clear away the bushes and weeds in front of him to make it more convenient and comfortable for him to pass through.
Therefore, it took Mo Lan three times as long as before to reach .
Stepping onto the platform on the mountainside, Mo Lan seemed to feel a pressure coming from the middle of the mountain, making it hard for him to breathe.
But obviously, this is just an illusion. In fact, the armored giant bear looks rough but also has the instinct of a hunter - hiding.
They subconsciously hide their existence at all times, and this concealment even made Mo Lan not realize its existence until he entered the cave.
"Phew, God bless, I hope our Mr. Bear sleeps well."
After a short rest, Mo Lan continued to move forward towards the cave.
But now they no longer used sticks that made too much noise to clear the way, but instead chose to use daggers to clear the way bit by bit, and the sound was very light and small.
Mo Lan's mowing work did not stop until he reached the side of the cave. There was a small open space here, like a courtyard in front of the cave.
Looking at the dark cave, Mo Lan took a deep breath, took out three wooden sticks he had collected on the road, tied them together, and erected them on the ground to form a support.
Then he hung a clay pot underneath it with great concern, and finally placed the wood ash and half-burned firewood he was carrying under the clay pot.
After doing all this, Mo Lan put his feet in the water and his straw sandals fell directly into the mud.
Picking up his muddy straw sandals, Mo Lan walked straight towards the cave, leaving a line of footprints on the ground due to mud and water.
By the time he reached the entrance of the cave, Mo Lan had held his breath and his heart almost stopped beating. He stood at the entrance of the cave, took off his shoes, wrapped his feet with a piece of dry cloth, and walked outside.
Stay away from the cave and go down the mountain.
Mo Lan breathed a sigh of relief after he walked away, and looked back meaningfully.
"Hopefully the big guy isn't interested in the pot."
"Well, good luck to you."
Mo Lan shrugged, not knowing to whom he was expressing his blessing.
It was already getting dark, and Mo Lan condemned himself for wasting so much time.
"It's really a waste of time. I've done basically nothing all day. Sigh, this feeling... is so refreshing."
Mo Lan stretched and returned to his cabin. The sky was already full of stars. He immediately closed the door and went to sleep.
Dream while sleeping, play games in dreams, and sleep in games.
While sleeping, Mo Lan had a dream that he was playing games...
"Drip, drip, drip, drip."
When the alarm clock rang, Mo Lan turned it off without even raising his hand.
It was not until the third alarm rang that Mo Lan gradually woke up from his sleep, stretched himself, and breathed in the fresh air in the forest.
"Ha, time to get to work."
Mo Lan drank a few bowls of broth that was obviously too salty, then picked up his weapon and set off, heading northwest along the stream in front of the door.
"Water is the source of life. Supernatural beasts need water to drink. I am near the water, and I will encounter supernatural beasts. Well, it makes sense, so let's do it."
The stream was flowing softly in the forest, with nine bends and eighteen turns, winding around and heading further and further north.
After a while, Mo Lan saw some more peaks. These peaks and the Giant Bear Mountain seemed to belong to the same mountain range.
After passing through the valleys between the mountains and crossing several mountains, Mo Lan came to a long and narrow valley. After passing it, his eyes suddenly opened up.
Between the mountains, a wide, calm expanse of water is like an exquisite silver mirror inlaid in the middle of the mountains.
The lake reflects the azure sky and the steep mountains on the shore. When the breeze blows, the ripples in the water sparkle like fish scales in the sun.
And in the lake, Mo Lan seemed to vaguely see the shadow of an island.
Island in the lake!
It was such an alluring name that it could not be missed.
“I’ve decided that I’m going to build a house here as well. As for Giant Bear Mountain… As a mage, it’s probably reasonable for me to have two places to live.
Emm, Giant Bear Mountain has a nice name, and this lake can't be missed, so let's call it... Mirror Lake. From now on, this place is mine."
Mo Lan withdrew his attention and turned to look around.
At the edge of the lake, at the foot of the mountain, there is a grassland. It seemed to belong to the lake before, but now the lake water has left and the silt at the bottom of the lake has grown into a very fertile grassland.
And on this grassland, there is a group of cows eating grass leisurely.
The long, flexible tongue extends out and wraps around the tender grass. When the tongue is retracted, the tender grass also enters the mouth and is chewed slowly.
These cows look very strong, with muscular body and broad and sharp horns on their heads, which gleam coldly in the sunlight.
The most eye-catching one is the cow in the middle of the herd.
All the cows in the herd were black, but this cow's hair was shiny black, and there was a faint purple hue underneath the shiny hair.
Its height is a head taller than the cow next to it, and it is obviously a character like the bull king.
On the head of the Bull King there is a pair of big horns, a pair of sharp horns as delicate as jade but light purple in color. The half-meter-long sharp horns make people dare not doubt his power.
Mo Lan could bet his roommate’s dog head that this was definitely an extraordinary magical beast, and very powerful.
“Well, cows eat grass and are good friends of us humans, but in feudal times, killing cows was a serious crime punishable by beheading.
As progressive young people in the new era, it is our duty and responsibility to abide by the law, so this cow..."
Looking at the Bull King, Mo Lan was silent for a long time.
"It's better not to kill him."
