Chapter 19: Changes
"There are a lot of feathers, which should be enough for now. I managed to dismember the bird skin into seven complete pieces. As for the flamingo blood... oh, I hope it doesn't solidify if I just shake it like this."
Mo Lan looked at the three tubes of flamingo blood with a headache.
If you just look at the quantity, then three barrels are definitely more than enough to draw seven spell models.
But what Mo Lan was worried about was that his blood would solidify before he finished drawing the seven spell scrolls.
"Without anticoagulants, do we need to boil the blood before drawing? It's impossible to boil it."
Mo Lan had no choice but to hang the three tubes of flamingo blood on the beams with ropes and swing them, letting them shake continuously to delay the time for them to coagulate as much as possible.
Lying on the hard bed, Mo Lan finally recovered after sleeping for two or three hours.
He was awakened by the alarm clock and quickly opened the bamboo tube. He was relieved to see that the flamingo blood inside had not yet coagulated.
Spread out the still warm bird skin and hold the warm feather pen.
The feather pen dipped in ink and fell on the spell model, a dot, a line, a miracle.
But when he finished drawing the third spell node, the familiar fire element appeared again, which made Mo Lan feel relieved and also made him pay close attention.
Continue painting, and as one node after another is completed, the flame elements on the light pink bird skin slowly increase.
Soon Mo Lan arrived at the last core node, the six-linked spell node, and the familiar heaviness and stagnation appeared on his hands again.
The hand moved slowly but firmly. This time Mo Lan was more familiar and careful than before, which allowed him to discover it.
It seems that drawing a spell scroll only requires hands, but in fact, every stroke of the feather pen and every trace left are assisted by mental power.
It is the mental power that subconsciously follows the movement of the hand to pull the fire element to cover the drawn spell nodes and let them condense here.
The mental fatigue after drawing the spell scroll also comes from this. If the mental strength is not restored, drawing the spell scroll is doomed to fail.
Of course, the spell scroll succeeded again, the fire element ignited, and the light pink bird skin slowly transformed in the flame, becoming thicker, deeper, more ancient, and looking more expensive.
Roll up the spell model that has become thicker, tie it up with a rope, and tie a bow.
After simple experiments, it is unknown whether the awake state can restore mental fatigue, but it can be restored within two to three hours in the sleeping state.
So Mo Lan set an alarm to wake himself up every three hours, and went to bed after finishing drawing the spell scroll.
The third spell scroll was successful, but the fourth spell scroll failed when drawing the last six points because it was too tired.
Mo Lan could only watch as the bird skin turned into a ball of fire and burned to ashes in the flames , leaving several large, crystal clear blisters on Mo Lan's hands.
"No, I'm too tired. I can't bear the frequent consumption."
Mo Lan said with some heartache, but there was nothing he could do, the matter was a foregone conclusion, no matter what he said there was no way to save the situation.
The only thing I can do now is to remember this failure firmly, be extra careful in the next drawing, lie down, have a good sleep, and replenish all the energy I have consumed.
This time, Mo Lan did not set the alarm. He planned to rest for a while longer, sleep until he woke up naturally, and recover all his mental strength.
But in the seventh hour of Mo Lan's sleep, a loud noise came from the southeast, and the earth shook. The simple wooden house was shaky and seemed like it would collapse at any time.
Looking to the southeast, Mo Lan frowned.
"It's this vibration again. Giant Bear Mountain is in this direction. Who is the armored giant bear fighting with? But who would go to the armored giant bear's house to attract its attention for no reason?"
A possibility suddenly emerged in Mo Lan's mind, and the more he thought about it, the more certain he became.
"well."
Mo Lan immediately stood up and rushed towards the southeast, disappearing into the bushes in the blink of an eye.
However, after just a few seconds, he turned back and entered the cabin. Instead of going any further, he started chatting in the group.
"Damn it, @张浩博, it seems like your dear cousin really reported me."
Zhang Haobo: “Ah?”
Ding Jin: "What a strange thing, you were arrested?"
“How is that possible? It seems like the armored giant bear is fighting.
He is the only one who knows where I am, is this just a coincidence?"
Zhang Haobo: "Don't bother me. I don't have a good relationship with him. This bastard likes to kill people he knows. He should be killed and beaten."
"OK, if you say so, it's settled. If it's the Viper Gang that comes, I'll hold it against them."
Zhang Haobo: "Well, if you have nothing else to do, I'll be leaving first. This mission is a bit troublesome, but there seems to be an opportunity for a job change at the end. You guys better hurry up, or you'll have to hold on to my legs."
"Go, go, go. I'll teach you how to behave yourself then."
After saying that, Mo Lan also got off the bed. The loud noises from the southeast still sounded from time to time, but Mo Lan had no intention of investigating it. Even his previous plan to take advantage of the situation had faded.
"In life, the key is to be steady."
After Mo Lan finished speaking, he turned around and went back to the wooden house. He sat in front of the water and began to draw a spell scroll. He had no intention of going out to explore.
After finishing the scroll, he went to sleep to replenish his energy, and this lasted until the early morning of the third day.
Mo Lan put down his brush and drew the spell scroll on the last piece of bird skin to complete it perfectly.
So far, all the flamingo skins have been used, with six successes and one failure, giving a success rate of 85 percent.
Even now, the flamingo's blood has not coagulated, which makes Mo Lan feel relieved.
If this blood could coagulate, at least eight out of ten would be wasted, but in the current situation, it might all be used up.
“This should be the effect of the fire element in the flamingo blood. I just don’t know whether the blood of all extraordinary magical beasts has this characteristic, or only the blood of extraordinary magical beasts with fire attributes has this characteristic.
I hope it's the former, which will save me a lot of trouble."
Mo Lan muttered, put a dagger on his waist, carried a large bamboo tube on his back, which was filled with seven fireball spell scrolls, left the wooden house, and immediately headed towards Giant Bear Mountain at full speed.
Just three hours ago, Mo Lan heard a loud noise coming from over there. Apparently the giant bear there was still fighting.
On the one hand, this reflects the giant bear's power, and on the other hand, it also indirectly shows the strength of the attacker.
It’s not certain whether they are still in Mo Lan now, but it would be the best if they are, but it doesn’t matter if they are not.
Mo Lan’s main purpose is to determine whether the person fighting the armored giant bear is a human or something else.
If it is a human, it must be the one from the Viper Gang who said he was ugly.
"Damn it, Viper Gang, if you dare to say I'm ugly, you're dead!"
