Realistic Game

  Chapter 202 Taring Conception

  "The fire of the undead is the undead, so what is my name?

  Puppet? Golem? Gargoyle? "

  Mo Lan thought divergently, then reacted and laughed aloud.

  "Why do I remember the name now? Isn't this the same as the fact that I just met a girl who was struggling with the name of the third son?

  Where is the daughter of a lifetime. "

  Mo Lan shook his head, trying to shake off all the messy things.

   However, the more he wanted to shake it, the more he couldn't shake it off, Mo Lan felt a little helpless.

  After a while, Mo Lan came up with a thought, this time his face was a little cautious.

   "If it can be stronger and smarter, maybe it can be called Taring!"

  Mo Lan thought further, but the thoughts at this moment attracted great attention from Mo Lan, and directly and solemnly recorded the thoughts and thoughts of this moment in the notebook.

  The idea at this time is called-foresight!

  Mo Lan shook his head after writing.

   "Taling is not something I can relate to at the moment, let alone I can't create it, even if it is created, it is not necessarily controlled by my current mental power.

  I can focus on this direction, but it cannot be the focus of the current research work. I have to go step by step, and I have to eat one bite at a time. Take it slowly and don’t rush. "

  The biggest advantage of Mo Lan is that she always knows when she should do what she should do and when she should not do it.

  Of course, many people can do this. The real key point is that some people can control what they do, while others cannot.

  "I now imagine that Taring is like people designing aircraft carriers in the seventeenth century. The only thing in common is that they float in the water. Talking about design is completely nonsense.

  So I should try to shape a body for the transcendent core. "

  A slight smile appeared on Mo Lan's face.

  "Set a small goal, first determine the feasibility of this idea."

   Mo Lan pinched the extraordinary core of Sharpness and quietly looked at the tiny trace of smoke inside. It should be the remnant soul of the one-horned wild boar of Warcraft.

   "Undead."

  Mo Lan sent out a message.

   "Zhao Hua, are there any living souls?"

  Zhao Hua, who was cautiously trying to fix the spell model in a stone, was taken aback, but failed, the stone collapsed, and subconsciously returned a question mark.

  "?"

  "The active undead."

   "Oh, yes, do you want the president? I will give you two to play?"

  A smile appeared on Mo Lan's face sitting on the fifth floor of the spell tower.

  On the road!

   "Then I'm sorry, just send me to the third floor of the Mage Tower, and my laboratory is there."

"OK."

  Zhao Hua's speed was very fast. Before long, several black boxes were carried into the mage tower and placed in the laboratory on the third floor.

   Hearing the movement, Mo Lan recovered from the forum.

  While waiting, he looked at the forum for a while and found one thing. Now the forum is occupied by necromancers everywhere.

  This can control the undead, fight without having to fight, stand behind and watch the show. Ahem, the profession of command has been favored by many people.

  Not a close professional, fighting will not be painful, everything is driven by the undead, carrying a sedan chair, backpack, carrying luggage, especially the latter.

In this game with no backpack, no station, and no map transmission, when a guild player of the evil fire guild goes out to fight monsters, riding a skeleton horse, the undead next to him helps him carry backpacks, tents, and pots and pans. The moment the video was released, the whole network was hot.

   "I don't want anything else, I just want to ride a mount that is not easy to die, and go out to fight monsters. There is a mount when I am on the road.

  There is a place to put things when resting. When chatting with the goddess, there is no need to carry large packages, animal skins, weapons, and supplies, and there is no need to watch the goddess tired and panting carrying a large package but powerless. "

   "There is a story upstairs, how much is a horse?"

  The necromancers who have these conveniences are instantly hot, and the name of the evil guild appears more and more frequently on the forum, countless people want to join the guild of the evil, want to transfer to the necromancer.

  If it weren’t for the undead to be too ugly, I’m afraid the girls from Ideal Township and other guilds have all gone to the Nie Huo Guild.

  Notifying the female player is equivalent to ruling the male player, which means that the evil guild is only a little short of ruling the entire game. It’s ugly.

  Necromancer is really good, and it’s normal to have this kind of heat, but

   "No matter how you look at it, it feels that there are people behind it. This person or organization feels that pushing up the popularity of the Necromancer can bring great benefits."

  (Geng Tao: "You should just report my ID card directly.")

  Mo Lan shrugged.

   "But what's my business, Yi Fei and the others should be anxious, but then again, I haven't seen them for a long time.

  All suffocating, are you ready for the big guy to go? "

  Mo Lan suddenly thought that this thought faintly made him look forward to it.

   "If this is the case, perhaps in the near future, there will be three or four new occupations, and nine or ten new occupations."

  Mo Lan has never dared to underestimate the creativity of other players.

  This group of people can even play a game of Minecraft, even the ordinary Forbidden City, Mona Lisa, entry-level basic exercises.

  Playing in Minecraft is the most sassy.

  The continuous operation of the show, this is the essence of the player, as long as you don’t die, you will go to death.

   Engaged in it, the way of thinking is different, and the sorrow operation that others can't make is also made.

  Mo Lan murmured with a slight arc at the corner of his mouth.

   "This is so interesting. If there are only mages and fighters in a game, it should be much more monotonous."

  Mo Lan's mood gradually became more cheerful, with a gentle smile on her face.

  The two people from the Nine Fire Guild came to a room in the middle of the third floor. With a thought, Shimen slowly unfolded.

   "Let’s put it in the compartment separately, I will trouble you."

   "It's all right, Mo Shen, please sign for it."

  The player smiled and handed Mo Lan a piece of paper and a pen.

  Mo Lan glanced at it and signed for it.

  Turned his head to look at these black boxes.

  This room located in the middle of the third floor of the Mage Tower is a warehouse specially designed by Mo Lan to hold dangerous test items like Warcraft. Inside are small compartments one after another, the walls are smooth, and the surface flashes a metallic light from time to time.

  After Mo Lan signed for the receipt~www.novelmt.com~ the black boxes were opened, and there was a clicking sound inside, and a skeleton walked out of it, and a gray flame inside the skeleton's skull slowly jumped.

  As soon as they came out, the whole room seemed a little bit gloomy.

  "Mo God, there are a total of five beast-level undead, one each for wolf, tiger, bear, crocodile, and snake.

  As long as the mental power can resist the erosion of death, then they can be controlled. This should not be a big problem for Mo Shen.

  Besides, they are more afraid of sunlight. The sunlight will make their death energy dissipate faster, and the attacked skeleton will also cause death energy shock. The fire of the undead is even more critical, and it will be fatal if broken.

  In addition, I also brought some lifelessness over this time, if they are about to be unable to hold them, then add a little lifelessness.

  If you have any questions, just contact us directly. "

   "Well, it's okay, Zhao Hua from your guild is here. I'll look for him if I have anything to do."

  Mo Lan pointed to the downstairs and said.

   "Trouble you, I will stay here for lunch at noon, and then go back after dinner."

  (End of this chapter)