Morin Cultivation Data Changelog:

Day 1: Mana 6, Mental Power 7.5. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Day 2 of retreat: Magic 7, Mental Power 8.

Day 3: Magic 8, Mental Power 8.5.

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Day 6 of retreat: Magic 11, Mental Power 10.

Day 7: Mana 12, Mental Power 10.5.

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Day 16: Magic 21, Mental Power 15.

With the cultivation of magic crystal ore, Mo Lin's cultivation speed is like a rocket, and he has increased by leaps and bounds. When after sixteen days of retreat, his mental power had increased to 15 points, and the original fireball technique was able to send out fifteen pieces, Mo Lin's body shook, and his soul seemed to have opened the shackles, and his whole body was loosened. Absorb and consume mana faster, manipulate spells more easily, and it seems that the whole body has become much lighter.

Perception is sharper, the mind is clearer, and the computing power is more powerful!

"Upgraded ......"

Mo Lin opened his eyes, his eyes flashed with magical light, the improvement of strength and quality, and the new experience, which made him realize that he had broken through: "According to the mage world, the realm I have reached after upgrading should be called an intermediate mage apprentice, right?"

"The intermediate mage apprentice is so strong, I feel that even if I am an instantaneous fireball technique, I can kill the big leader of the horse bandits, so how powerful should the official mage be?" Mo Lin was both excited and expectant, breaking through a new realm, which naturally made his ability to manipulate spells much stronger.

Even with it, the power of casting spells has become much stronger.

This kind of strengthening is not that the original power of the spell has become stronger, and the damage of the instant fireball technique is still one, but the strength of the mental power has made the ability to use it a lot stronger.

To put it simply, the same spell that he casts now does much more damage than when he doesn't break through.

The knife is still the same as the original, and the material is still the same as the original, but it is much sharper, and it can pierce people's flesh more easily, and with the same force, it can pierce deeper.

"I really want to break through to the official mage right away!"

Morin's heart was full of anticipation, and there was a glint called desire in his eyes. Players' desire for a stronger realm and a higher level will never be satisfied. I have broken through this realm, and I want to break through to a higher realm. I've been promoted to one level, and I want to move up one level. And Morin has been promoted by one level, and he still wants to upgrade several levels in a row!

Especially in the real world, a breakthrough in a new realm, this experience of becoming stronger is ten million times deeper than virtual games!

Naturally, the desire for upgrades has also been magnified countless times!

"It's been sixteen days of retreat, it's time to get out of the customs and go back to the castle to see ....."

The thought of the castle dimmed in Morin's eyes. It's impossible to keep retreating and upgrading, his territory, his castle is impossible to give up. This is the source of his cultivation resources, and he has experienced it as if he doesn't need money, and he cultivates with magic crystal ore all the time, and the upgrade speed is like a rocket soaring into the sky.

Mo Lin didn't want to go back to the days when there were no magic crystal ores and stones, and his cultivation speed was like a snail!

Although he was a little reluctant to get out of the pass, Mo Lin also knew in his heart that cutting wood was not wrong to sharpen his knife skills. Only the stronger the forces under his control, the more cultivation resources he can get, so that the faster his cultivation speed can be.

If we continue to retreat for 10 days and half a month, I am afraid that the territory will get out of control.

For the past sixteen days, Morin's orders have been carried out. Re-recruited troops to expand the army, and on the basis of fifty cavalry, it was expanded to five hundred, becoming a real cavalry. And the sword and shield soldiers have also expanded to a thousand. The garrison regiment was expanded to 3,000 men, becoming a veritable garrison regiment.

The strength of the army reached 4,500 men, which can be described as a desperate force for a small territory like Quicksand Castle, but Morin didn't care at all. This is the world of mages, the world where the strong are respected. Wars between nobles and nobles were common.

If you don't expand your military strength, how can you expand your territory outward, and if you don't expand your territory, how can you get more cultivation resources?

Besides, if you don't expand your military strength and increase your strength, others will attack you and bully you!

Not to mention anything else, the magic crystal veins he owns are very coveted. Although it is only a few thousand catties of reserves, and the small ones can't be smaller, there are many people who want them.

Why did the horse bandits attack themselves? Not to mention the father who killed the body, he also killed himself! Just for the sake of the magic crystal vein. And, is this just a solitary operation of the bandits? Is there no one behind the scenes?

Maureen didn't believe it!

The horse bandit dared to attack a nobleman with impunity, and if there was no support from the same nobleman behind him, he would dare to screw his head off!

Although he is young, he has played more than a dozen virtual games and seen countless bizarre reasons for war, and he already has a deep understanding of human nature and the world.

Even if he was extremely reluctant, he stopped cultivating and walked out of the room where he had never taken a step for sixteen days.

"Lord Baron!"

The barracks next to the veins are no longer what they were sixteen days ago, and have expanded several times. There are more than 1,000 miners converted from captives, 300 sword and shield soldiers stationed in the magic crystal vein, and 50 cavalry.

"How's the territory going?"

The commander stationed in the Crystal Vein is David, a veteran who fought bravely, commanded and admired Merlin during the Battle of Quicksand Castle. David was a young man in his twenties, but he had been a guard at the castle for several years. Previously, he was a squad leader who managed more than a dozen soldiers, but he was promoted by Morin.

"According to your orders, the three knights, Ryker, Add, and Owen, led the expanded garrison regiment, sword and shield soldiers, and cavalry to suppress bandits while training, and wiped out all mountain bandits, horse bandits, water bandits, and all other bandits in the quicksand castle!"

"Our quicksand castle has become a forbidden place for all bandits! The bandits outside are afraid and afraid of our quicksand castle, and they all say that you are a big demon, Lord Baron!"

"But the people of our territory all say that Lord Baron is a good person, and without banditry, life is much better!"

“.......”

David is a good guy who likes to talk and is bold, and when he heard Morin's question, his mouth immediately gushed a long way.

Hearing Mo Lin's laughter, he waved his big hand, and said with a nonchalant face: "It doesn't matter what the people outside say, the big demon is the big demon, as long as the people of our territory have a good life!"

"Lord Baron is right, I think so too!" Davy grinned.

"Alright, you go and arrange some guards for me, I'll go back to the castle!" Merlin commanded, patting him on the shoulder, smiling.

"Yes, Lord Baron!"

Soon David arranged for thirty cavalrymen to escort Morin.

Riding a silver-white horse, Morin slapped the horse's buttocks, and the horse was like a silver lightning bolt, galloping towards the quicksand castle thirty miles away.

When he entered the quicksand castle and returned to the castle gate, he found that there were some foreign carriages and guards outside the castle.

The carriage was extremely ornate, at least not in the Galio family. On the carriage and on the armor of the guards, a badge with the image of a blood-colored tusk was carved.

Morin glanced at it, sneered, patted the horse's buttocks, and swaggered into the castle under the adoring gaze of the soldiers at the door.