Chapter 83 Underground Experimental Site

"President, is this enough?"

"Almost. If we keep trying, more and more people will come in. After a while, we can let go completely."

After giving the order, Wuchang turned and went into an office to report the situation to the president.

"Well, get things done. Also, chat with Mo Lan more, walk around, and inadvertently reveal a little about what we're doing."

"clear."

…

While the outside world's enthusiasm for mages is gradually increasing, Mo Lan, the source of the incident, is currently at an unknown depth underground.

Mo Lan walked up the slope and it took him some time to get up.

When I returned to the room, I couldn't help but squint my eyes, and it took a long time for me to adapt to the glaring sunlight.

"Hey, I suddenly realized that I don't know how to use light magic?

We have to find a way to do it.”

Mo Lan thought about it and looked back at the bottomless dark corridor.

"This depth must be at least several dozen meters deep, right?"

Mo Lan estimated it, and suddenly some ideas came to his mind, and as he thought about it, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"close!"

His fingers waved rapidly, and Mo Lan subconsciously used the stone wall technique, which he had used countless times during this period.

Without even thinking, his fingers and mental power instinctively worked together to cast the spell.

A stone wall was pushed forward to block the entrance to the corridor.

"As expected, an arcanist needs to practice persistently. As long as you practice enough, your casting speed can be improved.

If you don’t practice enough and are slow in drawing spell models, you won’t be able to beat a normal mage.”

Mo Lan was suddenly stunned and reacted.

"Wait, at the same level, the arcanist can't beat the mage.

Even if you have all the magic power in your body, but you can't cast spells, or you die before you can cast spells, then all the magic power you have will be useless.

This situation can probably only be reversed at the high end.

Therefore, some commonly used spells must be practiced more, and even engraved into the body muscles and become instincts, especially water shield, fire resistance ring, and wind gust, which can mean life and death if they are played a second faster or slower. "

"gentlemen."

As soon as Mo Lan walked out of the room, he heard Al's voice.

Mo Lan looked over in the direction of the voice, only to find that Al had dark circles under his eyes and looked a little haggard.

"Al, you didn't listen to me and practiced extra secretly!"

Mo Lan suddenly said, and Al immediately lowered his head when he heard it, not daring to look at Mo Lan.

"Sir, I know I was wrong."

“When you feel tired, go to sleep immediately. The store is closed and you don’t have to worry about it. You are not allowed to get up during sleep until you are full of energy and can’t fall asleep.

If I find you in this depressed state again, I will kick you out and send you back to where you came from. I don't want you!"

Mo Lan shouted in a low voice, and Al trembled all over when he heard it.

"Yes, sir."

Seeing Al trembling, Mo Lan felt a little bit reluctant, but he still endured it.

The key point must be made at this time, otherwise Al is not a player, and if he continues to overdraw, he will die suddenly sooner or later!

Mo Lan carried a whole box of brown bread and a large bucket of water from the kitchen and entered the empty room again.

He put the things down first, waved his fingers, and the ground opened up, revealing a dark corridor.

Mo Lan walked down the corridor carrying the supplies.

After a while, I reached the bottom.

The underground cave at this time was still similar to the previous one, the only difference was that there was a hole on the north wall, which was dark and deep, with no end in sight.

Walking along the corridor for a long time, a new underground space appeared.

But when Mo Lan arrived here, he suddenly became cautious, taking light steps, as if he didn't dare to make any big movements.

Holding his breath, Mo Lan carefully left the underground space and continued to move forward from a rather hidden place. Only after entering this corridor did Mo Lan relax a little and return to his previous state.

After walking along the corridor for a long time, Mo Lan came to an underground space of the same size as the previous one.

The underground space was empty, and Mo Lan released the stone wall technique.

The ceiling slowly opened up, followed by another stone wall spell. A stone wall rose up from under the feet, directly lifting Mo Lan up, over the hole in the ceiling, and sending Mo Lan into the area on the ceiling.

Only at this point did Mo Lan put down the black bread and water in his hands.

Mo Lan then ran several more times to replenish and store a lot of food and water that could be preserved for a long time.

After everything here was arranged, Mo Lan began to take some simple daily necessities and place them in the first underground space behind the corridor.

In addition, a simple platform was specially built, on which were placed many manuscripts, notes, parchment scrolls, and cowhide scrolls that looked valuable but were actually useless.

When moving in this first underground space, Mo Lan was always cautious and dared hardly make any sound.

After everything was arranged, we returned to the space on the ceiling of the underground space No. 2 in the north corridor, referred to as Space No. 3.

Back in space No. 3, Mo Lan opened another hole on the north wall. The hole slanted upwards, and many steps appeared in it. However, the steps were crooked, some were high, some were low, and some were slanted.

Mo Lan frowned.

“Is it so complicated to add steps to a stone wall?”

"Stonewall!"

The stone wall corridor continued to extend upward, and Mo Lan had been constantly increasing the complexity and difficulty of the parameters input when casting spells.

Gradually, the steps in the corridor became regular, and each step was very neat, as if they were carved out of the same mold.

After the steps were neatly arranged, Mo Lan began to try to carve simple patterns on the stone wall.

The difficulty suddenly increased to a higher level, but Mo Lan stopped after trying a few more times.

"About ten meters."

Mo Lan murmured that his current location was about ten meters higher than Space No. 3 of the North Corridor.

After determining his position and standing firmly, Mo Lan began to open up the underground space in front of him.

Mo Lan built this underground space very carefully. Compared with the previous time when he cut corners in building a certain underground space, Mo Lan put all his efforts into this one now.

The degree of compression of every inch, every minute, and every millimeter of the underground space is the limit of what Mo Lan can achieve now.

And at the beginning the underground space was very large, with layer upon layer of stone walls rising up, each layer tightly attached to each other like a nesting doll, making the space gradually smaller.

By the time the construction was finally completed, the thickness of the upper, lower, left and right walls was nearly ten meters.

Feeling the solid underground space, Mo Lan showed a smile on his face.

"Wind Blade Technique!"

call out!

A wind blade broke through the air and landed directly on the northernmost wall.

The wind was howling in the underground space, and Mo Lan, with a tense mind, felt the structure of the underground space.

Still solid!

Fireball!

A fireball landed directly on the north wall.

boom!

With a loud bang, Mo Lan hurriedly felt the structure of the underground space.

Still solid!