Chapter 17 Fireball
The kind-hearted Mo Lan shifted his gaze away from the herd of cattle and looked elsewhere .
As his eyes turned, a hint of red suddenly appeared in Mo Lan's eyelids.
"Is this... a flamingo?"
Mo Lan was a little surprised. There was a mudflat over there, and a fiery red flamingo was walking by the lake. Its slender and curved beak would occasionally drop down, pick up a small fish from the mudflat and eat it.
The fiery red flamingos standing on the mudflats look like a ball of fire, burning brightly in the lake.
"How about trying to shoot a bird?"
Mo Lan's eyes rolled, obviously trying to think of a solution. If he just walked over like this, the flamingo would just flap its wings and run away, and he wouldn't be able to get any fresh food.
"We have to think of a way."
As he was thinking, Mo Lan suddenly patted his head.
"Oh , why can't I just rush over? Oh, forget it, let's continue to think of a solution."
"By the way, don't flamingos live in groups? Why is this one alone?"
Mo Lan was puzzled and immediately looked at the flamingo carefully.
When his eyes passed across the flamingo's wings, he was stunned. There seemed to be a hideous wound hidden under the wing.
“So this flamingo is a flightless flamingo?”
Mo Lan's mood immediately improved.
"What are you thinking about? Just go for it!"
Mo Lan twisted his neck, but still didn't rush over.
There is a reason why injured flamingos can still fish there leisurely.
I turned around and climbed up the mountain, and after searching for a long time I finally found a hollow dead tree.
Although the dead wood is hollow and light to hold, it is still hard.
After weighing it twice, he used a dagger to split the dead wood, and then used some wood to fiddle with it to make two slightly curved mud sleds.
Mo Lan came to the wetland by the lake far away from the flamingos, put down the mud sled, walked up, fixed it in place, and then pushed with small wooden sticks in both hands, and the mud sled moved.
Two curved wooden boards were sliding rapidly on the wet ground. Mo Lan, who already had some basic skills, got the hang of it quickly. After falling a few times, he became very skilled at sliding after being covered in mud, and his speed was getting faster and faster.
And when going straight forward, keep accelerating and accelerating, enjoying the whistling wind.
When he became proficient enough, Mo Lan did not hesitate. He just changed direction, aimed at the flamingo and started to accelerate continuously, while also turning on the camera mode.
The direction did not change, but the wooden stick in his hand kept falling, and the inertia of Mo Lan's body turned into a driving force at this moment.
The speed continued to increase, and the distance between them and the flamingo decreased rapidly.
At this time, Mo Lan, who was getting closer, immediately attracted the attention of the flamingo. It raised its slender neck, stared at Mo Lan and let out a cry, then subconsciously spread its wings. However, the wound at the root of its wing was torn open as soon as it moved. The severe pain directly caused the flamingo's movements to become deformed.
This made Mo Lan, who had been paying attention, very happy. He immediately seized the opportunity, continued to accelerate, and approached quickly.
But at this moment, the flamingo suddenly made a move that Mo Lan did not expect.
He opened his mouth and a red dot appeared. The next moment it turned into a fireball as big as a human head and flew towards Mo Lan.
"Fuck! Extraordinary monster!"
Mo Lan never expected that this injured flamingo was actually a magical beast. He originally thought it was just an ordinary flamingo.
However, this change did not scare him, but instead gave Mo Lan a huge surprise.
An injured extraordinary monster, what a pleasant thing it is.
Concentrating his mind, the fireball approached, and the scorching temperature made Mo Lan's hair and eyelashes turn yellow and bend quickly, and his skin also dried quickly.
The fireball continued to expand in Mo Lan's pupils, but Mo Lan didn't react at all, as if he was stunned.
But just when the fireball was about to hit Mo Lan, a wind blade instantly formed in front of him, and the one-meter-long wind blade directly collided with the fireball as big as a human head.
The scattered and uncondensed wind blades did not cut the fireball, but caused it to explode. Endless pressure and flames gushed out, burning the clothes on Mo Lan's back, and his entire back became charred under the flames.
Just a moment ago, after releasing the wind blade, Mo Lan kicked hard, freed his feet from the mud pry, and turned 360 degrees in the air. His movements were as precise as a machine and as accurate as a stopwatch, allowing him to avoid the fireball at the last minute and appear behind it.
Immediately afterwards, the fireball detonated by the wind blade burned Mo Lan's entire back, and the pressure released at this moment turned into power and fell on Mo Lan's back.
Mo Lan in the air was launched out under high pressure in an instant, crossing a distance of dozens of meters at lightning speed and appeared directly in front of the flamingo.
As soon as the flamingo spit out the fireball, it found itself approached by Mo Lan and tried to dodge, but Mo Lan simply opened his arms and gave the flamingo a big hug of love. At the same time, the dagger in his right hand also slashed across the flamingo's neck.
puff!
Blood immediately spurted from the flamingo's neck, but Mo Lan, who was hugging the flamingo, also spat out a mouthful of scarlet blood.
It turned out that his internal organs had all been shattered by that blow and he was now dead.
Mo Lan, who had turned into a soul, had no time to be happy before he saw a puff of white smoke floating up from the flamingo, and his face suddenly changed.
"not good!"
In an instant, Mo Lan clicked the resurrection button with lightning speed and successfully resurrected before the white smoke entered Mo Lan's body.
The original experience points had been deducted, so there was no loss of experience points this time of resurrection. The 147 experience points from killing the flamingo directly allowed Mo Lan to get rid of his weak state and gain 47 more experience points.
"Awesome! Beautiful! Awesome! Mo Lan is the most handsome!"
Mo Lan roared excitedly, and after he calmed down a little, he picked up the flamingo corpse that was stuck in the mud, then waded through the mud towards the shore, still with a smile on his face.
The flamingo in his arms exudes a heat, as if he is holding a ball of fire in his arms.
I found a place to wash the mud off my body and rinse the flamingo at the same time.
After rinsing, Mo Lan began to check his harvest, first cutting off the flamingo's head with a dagger.
Sure enough, Mo Lan found a fiery red extraordinary core inside, with red stars hidden inside.
Mo Lan recalled the power of the fireball just now, which was like the explosion of a small howitzer, and suddenly felt jealous.
When he picked up the extraordinary core, the first side of the ink cartridge in his mind was facing the extraordinary core, but it was not reflected. At this moment, Mo Lan seemed to understand something.
Mo Lan looked at the Wind Blade spell model on the first side of the ink box and was still a little hesitant, but he didn't hesitate for too long. He made a decision after just a moment.
A thought came to my mind.
An invisible hand wiped across the first side of the ink cartridge, disrupting the spell model of Wind Blade and transforming into disordered patterns again.
The next moment, the lines gradually turned red, condensed, and moved, and slowly, a brand new fiery red spell model appeared on the first side of the cartridge.
New spell model - Fireball!
