In fact, Mo Ran underestimated the self-discipline of Wang Wen.
He didn't play until he was hungry.
Perhaps because there is still progress to be made, Wang Wen only lasted a little over three hours.
During this process, magicians from all over the city came to the association to watch the miracle.
Even the city lord couldn't help but be curious when he heard the news and came over to check it out.
The head guard Bedokan who was accompanying the guards was very surprised to see Mo Ran and the others.
He never expected that the people who made such a big fuss were actually the few warriors who had registered to join the army at the City Lord's Mansion not long ago.
Seeing this scene, Bedokan quickly approached Mo Ran to understand the situation.
Magicians are different from ordinary warriors!
It is an elite unit and needs to be reported to the coalition commander for unified planning and placement. It cannot be casually sent to the battlefield as a leading soldier.
If several of them are distinguished magicians, the process of joining the army will not be so simple.
The result is obvious, Mo Ran clearly stated that these people are not magicians.
Bedokan looked at Wang Wen who came down from the stone pillar feeling refreshed and jumping happily. He always felt that these guys were fooling him.
Seeing the indifferent Mo Ran is difficult to communicate with.
He simply used his identity as the city lord's bodyguard to force his way through the crowd surrounding the stone pillar and came to Wang Wen.
At this moment, Wang Wen seems to have returned to his previous life.
How many men, women and children were surrounding him, talking and asking questions.
Bedokan worked hard to get closer to Wang Wen, interrupted the others, and asked eagerly, "Mr. A, we are acquainted by fate. I think there is nothing rude about me in the city lord's mansion. Why don't you, as a magician, tell me?"
Wang Wen was stunned. "A magician? I'm not."
Bedokan pointed at the stone pillar and said, "It's time to stop teasing me, right? As we all know, this stone pillar was Mages Association specially designed for magicians to cultivate their spiritual power. Your actions today have attracted the attention of all magicians in the city. There is no need to be too humble!"
"I'm really not a magician." Wang Wen laughed, thought for a while, looked around the crowd for a while, and suddenly rushed into the crowd.
This group of people has him as the core.
Wherever he rushes, he will disperse automatically, and no one will stand in the way like he did with Bedokan.
I just let people on both sides smile kindly and ask questions such as "How do you feel physically?" "How is your mental strength?" "How do you persist for so long?"
Wang Wen How can I care about answering these questions at the moment?
He rushed into the crowd and headed straight for a certain dull beauty.
He grabbed her arm and pulled her in front of Bedokan and said, "She can testify that I am really not a magician, just an ordinary person!"
The female magician who was temporarily captured almost exploded.
Facing Bedokan who asked with solemn expression, I felt like crying but had no tears.
Of course she recognized the famous head guard next to the city lord.
But what kind of testimony do you want her to give?
"I don't know! I don't know anything!" the female magician said with a cry.
"Didn't you say before that this stone pillar was specially set up for magicians, and you advised ordinary people like me to put away their boring curiosity and not try it randomly?" Wang Wen recalled carefully, repeating what the other party had said as completely as possible.
Bedokan looked at the female magician with a condensed expression and solemnly confirmed. "Can you see clearly his magic level? Is he really not a magician? Let me first state that he has registered to join the army. If he is a magician, it means that a magician has volunteered to go to the front line. This matter needs to be reported to the coalition commander for his personal decision. Can you be responsible for what you say?"
Hearing that the situation was so serious that even the coalition forces had moved out, the female magician was so frightened that she almost cried on the spot. She shook her head and waved her hands back like a newly minted chick and said in horror, "I don't know, I really don't know anything!!"
"This..." Bedokan looked at Wang Wen in embarrassment. "I'm not afraid to tell you that the morale of the coalition forces on the front line is very low now. If there are magicians who volunteer to join the army on the front line, although it is very dangerous, it will definitely improve morale greatly."
Wang Wen asked with a strange face, "I heard from you that the situation is already so serious. All the people should have been mobilized long ago. Are there still people who are unwilling to go to the front line? Is there really such a ruling class that can transfer people there with just an order? Why are you so embarrassed?"
Bedokan looked at the city lord who was observing silently outside the crowd from a distance, shook his head and sighed, "I don't know about that. I only know that if the magicians are really forced to the front line by ordering, the morale will be even lower."
"..." Wang Wen was speechless.
In his opinion, how could there be anyone the ruling class could not deal with?
There shouldn't be too many operational methods here, right?
If he were the ruler of the world outside the tower, it would be guaranteed that not a single magician could escape, and every guy who went to the front line must be "voluntary" and howling.
Are people's brains in this place filled with braised hydrogen oxide?
But Wang Wen didn't say much.
When you go to a country, do as the Romans do. There are always some places where people's customs are simple and people's hearts return to ancient times.
All he can think about now is...
How can we get this big rock away!
This thing is so exciting!!
The "cultivation" he had done in those few hours just made him want to stop. If it weren't for his strong self-discipline that made him realize that there were still big things to do, he would have almost become addicted to it and couldn't get out.
For Wang Wen, cultivation is just like exercise. People's laziness will naturally keep telling themselves "enough", but if you want to make progress and be effective, you must always remind yourself "it's not enough".
When practicing with this stone, you don't need to remind yourself at all, you just need to hold it tightly. The word "pleasure" is not enough to describe it.
He looked around again, and then again ignored all the inquiries around him, separated from the crowd, walked to Mashangs, and asked the trembling old man, "Lao Ma, how exactly are these stone pillars made? Can I learn it?"
Mashangs had a somewhat complicated expression after hearing this. He shook his head and said bitterly, "The Absorbing Stone is a masterpiece that the top magician in the mainland has poured his heart and soul into. Unless he teaches it himself, outsiders have no way of knowing it."
Mo Ran and others squeezed into the crowd and walked to Wang Wen, looking at him curiously.
In the past three hours, everyone had been eating, drinking, and recuperating while waiting, and even took a nap. They were all very energetic at the moment.
At least better than many magicians watching.
Without looking at the haggard look with bloodshot eyes, it seemed that it was not Wang Wen but them who had their mental energy sucked away for three hours.
Mo Ran poked Wang Wen's arm and asked quietly, "What should I say? Are you attracted to this big rock?"
Wang Wen blinked at him, smiled mysteriously, and said, "I'm confused."
Mo Ran waved his hand impatiently. "Do you know what happened to you? You've been chattering all the way! I'll drag you in and talk about it all day long when I fight and break through!"
Wang Wen smiled at him with a mysterious face, "It's not poison making."
Mo Ran was impatient. "Oh, isn't it the skill stone? Didn't it make... you??"
He suddenly stopped, looked at Wang Wen with a horrified look on his face, and asked in confusion, "No, you mean...?!?! Oh my God??!! Oh my god, my god, my god, my god, my god, my god????"
Mo Ran's whole face was twisted into a knot, and the word jealousy almost filled every pore.