The name of Two-Life Deer reveals everything simply and crudely.
It is a relatively common type of low-level monster among the monsters with the ability to resurrect. Although it has powerful talents with high status, it is limited because it only has one chance to resurrect. Especially after resurrection, the talents are invalid and the cost is greatly reduced. In addition to the practicality of this talent, in terms of its comprehensive evaluation, it belongs to a relatively low-level existence in this large category of Warcraft.
Dean also knew about this kind of monster, but he had never seen a real one. He didn't expect that when he came to the Witch's House this time, he would actually see the true appearance of the Two-Life Deer.
It was much softer than he thought.
Then here comes the problem.
The elves brought so many deer with two lives to the witch's house, and even performed a killing show at the door. What was their purpose?
Dean touched his chin, looking thoughtful.
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Dean's confusion obviously did not interfere with the elves continuing their plans. They took the corpses and arrived at the door of Afila and Cornelia's room in a familiar way.
This is a building that fits their positioning very well, combining the eerie and weird to the extreme.
Even if you don't know what kind of witch lives here, the weird atmosphere makes people have a premonition that a corpse will crawl out of the ground in the next second.
The elves were obviously not very adaptable to this environment. They placed the corpse at the door and then respectfully retreated into the distance.
The next second they retreated from a safe distance, several octopus tentacles poked out from the door, wrapped the body and sent it into the room.
The elves watched this scene in silence, with a little anxiety and hope on their faces. The scene looked like a sacrifice to an evil god, filled with a creepy evil aura.
Soon, the body was transported to Yafila.
She stroked the neck of the Two-Life Deer, as if admiring some kind of treasure, and took a deep breath, as if she could smell some secret message from the flesh and blood, and her expression gradually became intriguing.
She opened her eyes and smiled with satisfaction.
"He died not long ago."
The witch commented in a tone as if she was appraising a steak.
"Fresh, moist, with the fragrance of blood..."
"It's just the right time."
But the disgust on Nelia's face was even worse.
Sometimes she really felt that her sister was a pure pervert.
Maybe everyone has a little bit of perversion, but because of their special physical conditions, that perversion was transferred to Yafila?
This idea really made her feel like she was scolding herself.
But Nelia touched the goosebumps on her body, controlled the harpy corpse to move forward, and moved the monster corpse to the laboratory.
"Take it somewhere far away to deal with it. Don't make it too sloppy and look disgusting."
Yafila took stock of his material library and responded impatiently.
She is a person with professional ethics and will do things with her heart when she accepts benefits from others.
What's more, the original materials of the elves are good, so Yafila is even more interested.
Although bringing corpses to life doesn't suit her aesthetics, it's a lot of fun to see the materials she spliced together come alive in the world.
"I have a little body and I fight every day..."
Yafila opened the jar, took out her collection of body parts, and walked towards the laboratory while humming.
But Nelia wanted to escape so much, but unfortunately she couldn't.
She could only be forced to the laboratory, and watched helplessly as her sister, who had a strange brain circuit, took out the quiver, spliced it to the back of the two-life deer corpse, and attached a new layer of fur to cover it up.
Cornelia raised her eyebrows with an incomprehensible expression.
"Is there anything wrong with your mind?"
"It looks like these are meant to be used as mounts. Are you going to put poisonous quivers on their backs and not worry about hitting the rider's butt?"
Yafila said seriously, "This is called originality."
"Think about it, who would have thought that a mount could shoot poisonous needles from its back?"
"When the battle got fierce, our monsters stepped forward, threw their master to the ground, and then released poisonous arrows, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
The more she spoke, the more excited she became, and her rich body movements caused Cornelia to sway from side to side. The witch rolled her eyes and slapped her sister on the back of the head.
"ill."
she commented dryly.
"If a person's soul really has a destination after death, then your end will definitely not be good."
Yafila glanced at her hands covered with mucus, and her only sisterly affection prevented her from smearing these things on Cornelia.
Facing her sister's murderous look, the witch pursed her lips, hummed twice, picked up the wings and horns next to her, and continued to insert them into the two-life deer.
"Help, are your aesthetics being fed to the trash can?!"
But Nelia endured it again and again, and finally made a sound of collapse when she saw Yafila inserting the horn into the monster's ass.
"Go and take a look at that trash can. It must have begun to rot... How could someone put horns on their butts? Are you crazy?!"
Yafila looked at the gradually distorted "works" under her hands and said plausibly: "You don't understand art at all!"
"Thank you so much for your affirmation of my mental state!"
But Nelia's voice was louder than Biaphira's, like a roar, revealing unconcealable excitement.
"There's no better news than this!"
She even clapped to show her gratitude.
Yafila deflated, her lips wriggled for a moment, then she snorted heavily, then turned her head away, refusing to talk to Cornelia anymore.
"Get out of my way!"
Unfortunately, Cornelia didn't listen to her. Seeing that Yafila didn't say anything, she twisted her away and started to piece together the bodies of the two-life deer herself.
She adjusted the horns that were originally attached to her butt to the antlers of the Two-Life Deer. Through more sophisticated splicing techniques, she transformed the original antlers into a composite form, instantly doubling her combat effectiveness. She also attached Yafila's large wings. , changed into wings that grow on the legs and have the effect of acceleration and flight.
The changes in these two details can be said to be refreshing and eye-catching. The Warcraft that had become inexplicably bloated after Yafila's transformation was finally restored to a level that can be seen.
Yafila hugged her shoulders in displeasure. She originally wanted to protest against Cornelia's casual interference in her work, but after seeing Cornelia operate a few times, she not only retained her whimsical ideas, but also showed her connoisseur's demeanor. The words are stuck in my throat and I can't say them out.
But this person didn't know how to restrain himself. After the change, he looked so refreshed and clear-minded that he wished he could tell the world.
Yafila's cheeks instantly puffed up like an inflated balloon.
