Chapter 61 The Projector

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

When Scar heard this, he had a ferocious smile on his face.

"Don't worry, it's only twenty times a day, and there will be no less time!"

Mo Lan smiled and returned to the store. The gap left by the wind blade technique has been repaired. Except for the different color, everything else is the same as before.

The next day, Yu Jinan was almost stuck in time to go online, and as soon as he went online, he found a message popping up in the chat box.

The sender is Mo Lan, the date is yesterday, and the message only has two words.

"That's it?"

The moment he saw these two words, Yu Jinan's face turned red. Looking at the castle behind him, there was only hatred in his eyes. He turned and left, but just after he left the area in front of the castle, a person grabbed his shoulder .

Yu Jinan wanted to struggle, but this big hand was firmly stuck on his neck like iron tongs, and he couldn't shake it at all.

But this person was laughing and leading him towards a dark corner where no one was around, and at the same time put his mouth next to his ear and whispered.

"Someone asked me to bring you a sentence.

What about your resources, your relationships, and your previous skills? That's it? That's it? "

Struggling Yu Jinan's eyes widened suddenly, but the next moment, there was a sharp pain in his neck, and when his eyes went dark, he turned into a soul and floated up.

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

Seeing this, Baluan couldn't help asking.

"Father, are they undead creatures? They can be resurrected after death. Every time I see them, I feel incredible."

Viscount Bart also said in amazement.

"Yeah, it's an incredible race."

"Race?"

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

"Projection? Projection like the High Demon?"

"Well, they are not from this world, they appear out of thin air, like high-level demons projected into reality in the abyss.

So they are also like high-level demons, who cannot be killed in this world.

But every time they die, they will become weaker. If there are too many deaths, they will disappear from this world, and they will come back after a day or two. Once they kill the monsters, even people will become stronger. "

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

"Demon invasion? Not like, these projectors are mercenary, but they don't kill all the creatures they see like demons, and they can communicate.

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

Unless someone takes the initiative to attack them.

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

If you kill a slave in front of them, they will even risk their lives to attack you, or keep watching you and kill you at any cost. "

"It's incredible, people are incredible, behavior is incredible, and thinking is even more incredible."

Baruan said incredulously.

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

So you restrain yourself a bit, and you can use the power of the projectors to drive them to attack our opponents and enemies.

Remember, we aristocrats are always noble, we must be noble drivers, not to use brute force.

Even if there are many projectors, they are likely to become stronger, but as long as there is a desire, it can be driven by us after all.

Since they can be driven by us, there is no need to worry, as long as you master the method of using them, understand? "

"clear!"

After being silent for a long time, Baluan suddenly asked again.

"Father, I heard that someone successfully stole the blood of the devil and the power of the devil, can the projector?"

Viscount Bart looked into the eyes of his eldest son, staring intently, and saw the greed in his eyes.

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

"I see."

forum

"I've been kidnapped. I'm in a dungeon. Can anyone save me?"

"Kidnapped? NPC? Where?"

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

"Where?"

"underground!"

"Then do you remember the road in the past? 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 that had no response gradually fell silent. Like those similar posts, it was like sinking into the ocean without causing any waves.

However, as more and more people failed to get a response, they chose to go offline, and began to constantly swipe the screen on the official website of "Real Game", various game forums, and post bars.

Gradually, these silenced posts came into people's view.

At this moment, Mo Lan was sitting on a chair at her desk.

The eyes are slightly closed, and the spiritual power continuously captures the four elemental 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 rotating spiritual power vortex.

A trace of magic power submerged into Mo Lan's body. This time, there was no tearing feeling like before, but it felt very comfortable, and her body gradually became full.

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

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

With the accumulation of wisps of magic power, it finally reached the standard for the activation of Bear's Tenacity.

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

He clenched his hands into fists and swung them violently.

"Well, the power hasn't changed at all."

Mo Lan shrugged helplessly, picked up a dagger and stroked it lightly on her hand.

The skin remains intact.

The strength of the dagger gradually increased, and finally it was lifted up and dropped suddenly.

The sharp dagger pierced the skin but only made the skin sunken, other than that there was no wound.

And Mo Lan only felt some tingling pain, as if her previous self touched a sharp blade of grass.

There is stinging, but no damage.

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

Mo Lan nodded in satisfaction. He had no strength, but added his physique, which was exactly the effect he wanted.

"Okay, the first test run of Bear's Fortitude was successful."

Mo Lan suppressed her excitement.

"Next, we just need to see how the bear's tenacity consumption and autonomous release time are going."

Although all experiments have been done many times before, and after many confirmations, Mo Lan still has no idea at the moment, so he can only wait anxiously.

However, while waiting, Mo Lan was not idle, and sat directly on the chair to refine the magic power and store the magic power in his body.

Mo Lan's mental power did not discover any dantian meridians, only countless spectacular and coordinated body tissues and systems.

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

As the body gradually filled up, the spell model of Xiongzhi's tenacity suddenly started to operate independently, and after a while, a spell landed on his body.

Mo Lan, who was interrupted, opened her eyes to look at the time on the system panel.

"In twenty-nine minutes, the bear's tenacity duration was successfully refreshed to one hour, I succeeded!"

Mo Lan said in surprise.

"Sure enough, this path is indeed feasible."

And at this moment, the system prompt sounded.

"Congratulations to the player for creating a new class, please name it."