It's a bit tricky.
Dean took a marker he made with paint and marked the ancient tree elf.
Big crosses appeared on the bark of the tree one after another. Kana looked at the ancient tree elf in Dean's painting that gradually became scary, showing a helpless expression.
"Here."
That's almost it.
People are shameless, but trees still need their bark.
Just because Dean is so shameless and skinny, but can still be alive and kicking, doesn't mean that the ancient tree elf is so angry that he can still live after peeling off his skin.
"I'm not just scribbling..."
Looking at the marks covering almost the entire bark, Dean showed a solemn expression after retorting Kana's slander.
Even the marking took place in such a large area, which shows how complicated the situation of the ancient tree elves is.
Now even without the system, he could confirm that the life inside the ancient tree elf's body was maliciously imprisoned.
Because this kind of twisted growth method is impossible to exist normally.
Warcraft is indeed a very diverse species, but even they must abide by the Basic Law when growing up.
There is no life that would naturally grow the inside of its body into such a weird shape, as if it exists specifically to imprison a certain part.
This is definitely not an act done out of good intentions or from a so-called self-protective stance.
Just like the heart is very important to people, no one has ever grown more than twenty tentacles to tightly glue and seal it in the chest.
Putting down his pen, Dean looked at the marks on the tree bark and began to simulate in his mind the steps to dissect the ancient tree elf.
A key part of this is identification. He needs to identify which parts are completely necrotic and have no preservation value, and which parts can still be saved. Then, he can remove the necrotic parts and take out the remaining viable parts.
...It can be said to be a gambling-like behavior.
Dean rubbed his eyebrows, feeling a headache.
It seems that this job not only tests his practical ability, but also tests his luck.
To be honest, Dean himself wasn't very confident.
He has always been in charge of the mental work. He only needs to do the preparatory work, and the pressure of the practical part is all given to Warcraft.
Who knew there would be a day when I would need to go into battle myself.
...Although this battle is not the opposite, Dean has never been perverted enough to consider this before.
He pinched the magical structure that suddenly began to explode inside the mold on the other side, sighed deeply, and showed a tired expression as the apprentices looked at him with increasingly horrified eyes.
"Here."
After patting Dean on the shoulder, Kana struggled with the rag and handkerchief nearby for a moment, and finally picked up the latter and pressed it roughly on her master's face.
"...Are you sure you're not here to cause trouble?"
Feeling the liquid splashed on his face being spread away, Dean twitched the corner of his mouth and questioned through the handkerchief.
Kana expressed her condemnation of this man's excessive use of her eyes, turned over her handkerchief, wiped it vigorously, and then nodded to Dean, indicating that it was okay.
Dean then started repairing the training props.
Lucy and Ronan watched helplessly as he poured the fake blood into the mold that had just been ravaged by his hand, then picked up the hammer on the side and hammered it down with a ferocious expression.
The scene was as bloody as a murder scene.
Under the light, Dean looked like a devil in human skin, his face stained red with blood, revealing a cold and evil feeling.
Fortunately, after two hammer blows, he seemed to have encountered some obstacle and stopped his cruel behavior.
The hammer turned back into the silver knife it had just been.
The sound of the knife swiping frequently sounded in the silent room. Dean activated the magic circle on the knife, cut through the hard structure, and clicked his tongue.
"Here."
Not knowing what she saw, Kana tilted her head and showed an expression that she couldn't bear to look at.
"What is this thing so hard..."
It seemed that he had lost his patience. After muttering a few words, Dean directly put his hand in and pulled out the contents with one force.
The weird-shaped fake organs were beating in his hands, much like the real tissues just taken out of the body of a monster. Blood flowed from Dean's gloves, dotting the ground with brightly colored blood flowers.
Lucy and Ronan swallowed subconsciously and couldn't help but touch their arms. They looked at each other and saw familiar sighs in each other's eyes.
The teacher is really getting more and more perverted!
They held hands, took a deep breath, and continued to look into the room. Before they could see what Dean was doing now, the light in front of them was blocked.
An all-too-familiar figure appeared in the crack of the door, facing them with a suddenly enlarged face.
"let me see……"
The face covered in fake blood slowly came closer, completely occupying the sight of the two children.
"Which kid is it that hasn't gone to bed yet?"
"Wow!!"
"bump!"
…
Early the next morning, the apprentices were picked up from the bed by Dean.
They yawned sleepily, and before they woke up, the teacher gave them a few exercises.
It makes people seriously wonder if he still holds grudges about being slapped on the bridge of his nose by the door last night.
The apprentices looked at the exercises on the paper with confused expressions. Just when they were about to find a pen to write the answers, they were stopped by Dean.
Then they realized that this question was not for them.
But the result is not as good as making yourself stronger.
The two children came to Alpha's dormitory door sadly and knocked on the door.
Alpha opened the door and slowly looked from top to bottom at the two young creatures that were no taller than his own thighs.
"Good morning, Mr. Alpha."
After Lucy and Ronan greeted the new member politely, they handed him a thorough questionnaire on selection and breeding.
What is this?
Alpha frowned for a moment, and it wasn't until the two apprentices told him how to answer these questions that he knew what Dean wanted to do.
Alpha, who still had a certain amount of knowledge in Warcraft, pondered for a moment, but did not refuse.
He walked to the table with the test paper and began to answer the questions.
The assassin gave full play to his hand speed, which he had developed through various assassinations, and it didn't take long to complete most of the questions.
Only a small part of the content that he really couldn't answer was left blank.
The completed questions were handed back to the apprentices. Looking at the answers given by Alpha, Lucy and Ronan frowned. Their expressions changed from serious at first, to relaxed, and then became serious again.
This answer is quite unexpected...
There is nothing wrong with the connection of the first objective question, but the following guess about the matching of selective breeding of Warcraft...
…Are you the teacher’s third student?
This kind of abnormality in the same lineage made them both feel ashamed of themselves.
I always feel like I'm being compared.
Alpha looked at the heavy expressions of the two little dwarfs and felt inexplicably offended. He looked at the connecting questions in his hand again, twisted his eyebrows, and had some not-so-good premonitions in his heart.
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Thank you for the 100 starting coin reward from me, the most supreme being in all the worlds~
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