Realistic Game

　　 "Scar, I will trouble you in the next month."

　　 Sword Scar smiled sternly on his face when he heard that.

　　 "Don't worry, it's only twenty times a day, not once!"

　　 Mo Lan smiled and returned to the shop, but the gap that was broken by the wind blade technique had been repaired, except for the color, the others were no different from the original.

　　 The next day, Yu Jinan was almost stuck in time to go online. As soon as he went online, he felt the message that popped up in the chat box.

　　 Sender Mo Lan, the date is yesterday, and the message is only two words.

"That's it?"

The moment he saw these two words, Yu Jinan's face flushed, and only hatred was left in his eyes looking at the castle behind him, and he turned and left, but just after leaving the area in front of the castle, one person caught him. Shoulder.

　　 Yu Jinan wanted to struggle, but this big hand was stuck like iron tongs, and couldn't be shaken at all.

　　 But this person happily led him towards the dark corner of no one, and at the same time put his mouth close to his ear and whispered.

　　 "Someone asked me to bring you a sentence.

　　What about your resources, your relationship, and your previous self? That's it? "

　　 Struggling Yu Jinan's eyes widened suddenly, but the next moment, there was a sharp pain in his neck, and the darkness before his eyes turned into a soul floating.

　　 A window in the castle in the distance, two people watched this scene.

　　 Baruan couldn't help but ask.

　　 "Father, are their difficulty undead? They can be resurrected when they die. Every time I see it, it feels incredible."

　　 Viscount Bart also said in a little amazed.

　　 "Yes, this is an incredible race."

"Race?"

　　 "Yes, they, including that Mo Lan, the city lord calls them the projectors."

　　 "Projection? Project like a demon?"

　　"Yes, they are not people in this world, they appear out of thin air, like demons projected into reality in the abyss.

　　 So they are also like demons and cannot be killed in this world.

　　 But every time they die, they will become weaker, and if they die too much, they will disappear from this world, and will not return until one or two days later, and once they kill Beasts, even humans will become stronger. "

　　 "But there are too many projectors, is this a new demon invasion?"

　　 "Demon invasion? It's not like, these projectors are profiteering, but they don't kill all the creatures they see like demons.

　　 Although they are eager to kill, they never kill civilians or slaves. They just kill Beasts.

　　 Unless someone actively attacks them.

　　 But one thing must be noted, they have very distorted concepts.

　　 If you kill the slave in front of them, they will even spare their lives to attack you, or keep staring at you until they kill you or teach you severely. "

　　 "Unbelievable, unbelievable people, unbelievable behavior, unbelievable thinking."

　　 Baru'an said incredulously.

　　 "There are a lot of projectors. Although they are very weak now, they will definitely become stronger in the future.

　　 So you converge a little, and you can use the power of the projectors to drive them to attack our opponents and enemies.

　　Remember, our nobles are always noble, and we must be noble envoys, and don't use brute force.

　　 Even if there are many projectors, they are likely to become stronger, but they can be driven by us in the end.

　　Since we can be driven by us, there is no need to worry, as long as you master the methods to use them, understand? "

"clear!"

　　 Baruan asked again after a long silence.

　　 "Father, I heard that someone has successfully stolen the blood of the devil and the power of the devil, can the projector..."

　　 Viscount Bart looked into the eyes of his elder son, staring at him, seeing the greed in his eyes.

　　 "Before the devil was stolen from power, no one thought that this power could be stolen, and no one knew how to steal this power."

"I understand."

　　...

　　 Forum

　　 "I was kidnapped, in a dungeon, can anyone save me?"

　　 "Kidnapped? NPC? Where?"

　　 "A very deep, deep, very dark, damp dungeon."

"Where?"

　　 "Underground!"

　　 "Then do you remember the past road? Are there any landmarks?"

　　 "I was in the imperial capital, and I was knocked out while walking on the road, and then I appeared in the dungeon."

　　 "Where is the imperial capital?"

　　 "Underground!"

"excuse me."

　　 The posts with no response gradually became silent, just like those similar posts, as if they were submerged in the sea, without making a splash.

　　 However, as more and more people did not get a response, they chose to go offline, and began to keep scrolling on the official website of "Real Games", various game forums, and post bars.

　　Gradually, these silent posts slowly entered people's field of vision.

　　 At this moment, Mo Lan was sitting on the chair of his desk.

　　 Eyes are slightly closed, and the mental power constantly captures the four element forces of earth, fire, wind, and water in the environment, and then mixes and compresses them together, turning them into gray magic power in the high-speed spinning mental power vortex.

　　 A trace of magic power was submerged in Mo Lan's body. This time, there was no tearing feeling before, but he felt very comfortable, and his body gradually became fuller.

　　 One strand, two strands, three strands, four strands...

　　 Every strand of magic power entering the body is directly sucked away by the bear’s tough spell model.

　　Finally, under the accumulation of strands, finally reached the standard of the bear's tenacity activation.

　　 The spell was automatically released, and Mo Lan felt his body slightly stronger.

　　 clenched fists with both hands and waved violently.

　　 "Well, the strength remains the same."

　　 Mo Lan shrugged helplessly, picked up a dagger and gently stroked his hand.

　　 The skin was not damaged at all.

　　 The strength of the dagger gradually increased, and finally he lifted it up suddenly and weakly~www.readwn.com~ The sharp dagger pierced the skin only to make the skin sunken, and there was no wound at all.

　　 And Mo Lan only felt a tingling sensation, as if he had touched a sharp blade of grass before.

　　 Sting, but no harm.

　　 "Well, it seems that ordinary people as long as they don't hold magic weapons, they basically can't cause harm to me."

　　 Mo Lan nodded in satisfaction. He had no strength and added physical fitness. This was the effect he wanted.

　　 "Okay, Xiong Zhijin succeeded in the first trial run."

　　 Mo Lan suppressed his excitement.

　　 "Next, we just need to see how the bear’s tenacity is consumed and the time of autonomous release."

　　Although they have done many experiments before and after many confirmations, Mo Lan still has no foundation at this moment, and can only wait nervously.

　　 But while waiting, Mo Lan was not idle either, sitting directly on the chair and slowly extracting magic power, and storing these magic powers in his body.

　　 Mo Lan's mental power did not find any pubic veins, only countless spectacular and coordinated various body tissues and systems.

　　 Therefore, Mo Lan directly stores the magic power in every part of the body, as much as possible to integrate and store it in every strengthened cell.

　　As the body gradually becomes fuller, the bear’s tough spell model suddenly runs autonomously, and a spell falls on his body.

　　 interrupted Mo Lan opened his eyes and glanced at the time on the system panel.

　　 "Twenty-nine minutes, the duration of the bear's tenacity successfully refreshed to one hour, I succeeded!"

　　 Mo Lan said in surprise.

　　 "Sure enough, this road is indeed feasible."

　　 And just then, the system prompt sounded.

　　 "Congratulations to the players for creating a new profession, please name it."