"vulgar!"
She glared at Cornelia.
"Don't you see those magic pets? The fish that lives in the brain, the goblin that lives in the hair..."
"What does this mean? It means that my way of thinking is the general trend. Your mediocre and ordinary design will be abandoned by the times sooner or later!"
But Nelia did not deny that she did not understand some of Dean's creativity in the breeding of familiars. To be honest, she felt that Dean and Yafila were the same thing.
There is always something wrong with the brain and spirit.
None of it is fun.
Dean is better than Biaphira, at least the magic pet he bred is really strong... Speaking of which, Aphira actually compares herself with Dean. Isn't this a bit of a leap of faith?
He is quite good at putting gold on his face.
But Nelia was too lazy to say anything more to this person. She shook her head, stretched out her hand and pressed Yafila's head.
She couldn't control Dean, and she had no position to do so, but Yafila couldn't get past her.
Whoever has the ability decides, and if she has any opinions, she has to hold them back.
"Then let's wait until that day comes."
Indifferently turning the person aside, Nelia disposed of the remaining corpses and threw the big octopus out together.
In an instant, it was like a rain of corpses fell from the sky. The monsters were hit hard to the ground, and the sound of landing was loud and lively.
The elves waiting aside looked at the thrown corpses, their eyes lit up, and they all stepped forward to inspect the masterpieces of the two witches.
Objectively speaking, the changes in these corpses are not small.
Regardless of the deeper splicing and transformation technology, just looking at the appearance, Nelia is still very sincere.
Almost every corpse looks different. Looking at it, just like there are no two similar leaves, the differences between the corpses are very conspicuous.
In addition to the two-life deer with wings, there is also a type with a fish tail, so it can cover all aspects of sea, land and air.
This at least shows that the witch did not deal with them.
The smiles on the elves' faces suddenly became more sincere.
They cherished the carcasses of the two-lived deer and observed their modified parts.
Organs from different World of Warcraft were assembled onto a corpse using splicing technology. Even though the interface was natural and natural, there was still a strong sense of fragmentation.
Like a puzzle piece that has been put together incorrectly, it makes people feel physically uncomfortable.
However, there was no disappointment or dissatisfaction on the faces of the elves.
They waited quietly for a moment. Within a few minutes, the body that had lost its life suddenly began to regain its vitality as if it had been filled with some mysterious energy.
Those severed organs also began to assimilate with the original body of the monster under the influence of this mysterious power.
…
In order to obtain first-hand information, Dean's attention has always been divided evenly among the elves.
So when they came out with the magic beast, he immediately noticed the changes in the two-life deer.
Rather, it is abnormal to not see changes of that level.
Dean picked up the water glass, his eyes chasing the monsters who seemed to have gone to a masquerade party, and even the movement of drinking water stopped in mid-air.
Both Android and Apple are available. 】
After a brief moment of surprise, he turned on the system with a complicated expression and conducted the second round of testing.
The result this time was very different from last time.
[Name of Warcraft: Two-Life Deer]
[Gender: Male]
[Talent: Life and Death (used)]
[Introduction to Warcraft: The transformed Warcraft incorporates a large number of organs from other Warcraft. Under the influence of talent, it is assimilated into the body of Warcraft.
After the adaptation period, you will gain strength from your new body. 】
[Level: Intermediate monster]
[Status: Resurrecting]
…
Dean's eyes fell on one of the two-life deer, the wings on both sides of the deer's legs, and the thorn-like antlers of the monster.
It's really... majestic and majestic in the literal sense.
Dean roughly glanced at the modified appearance of the Warcraft, and was basically able to determine the direction of the bonus based on their modified parts.
Combat power, movement speed, and defense...
It’s really a very simple and crude way to make up for what’s missing.
Dean's eyes swept over the modified two-life deer one by one, and he commented in his heart.
The specific effect of the transformation is not yet clear, but the improvement in appearance is indeed huge.
What's more rare is that after the transformation, the level of Warcraft has remained at its original state.
This means that the elves can complete the domestication work relatively smoothly and obtain rarer and more valuable individuals with the same consumption as before. Although it is not known what level of remuneration they paid to the Witch's House, in terms of return , as long as the witch doesn't open her mouth as much as the lion, the elf will definitely make a profit without losing anything.
Dean concluded simply.
Although the Warcraft market has suffered a big impact after he launched the magic pet, if it is such a weird beast, or even exaggerated, it can be regarded as a unique Warcraft, it will definitely not worry about selling.
It's like a limited edition luxury car. It doesn't matter whether you use it or not. Even for the reputation, there are still people who are willing to pay for it.
Dean looked critically at the two-lived deer of various shapes, silently assessing the possibility that they would pose a threat to him.
Although it had long been guessed that the elves would not be able to accept the fact that Warcraft was being squeezed out of the market by familiars, this development was something Dean had not expected at all.
He also didn't expect that the elves' way of finding a way out for themselves could be so wild, and Dean didn't know how to evaluate it for a while.
To a certain extent, it is quite a new approach.
He leaned on the window frame and looked towards where the elves were.
The two-life deer that successfully resurrected quickly showed a strong desire to attack after regaining its vitality.
The elves surrounded the monster and tied it to the ground with vines that didn't know where they came from.
After struggling hard for a moment, the two-deer raised its neck toward the sky.
Dean picked up the cup and brought it to his mouth, knowing in his heart that this was a prelude to sending a distress signal to his fellow tribesmen.
It means that the place where they were captured should not be far from here, otherwise the monsters would not have such an instinctive reaction.
A literary sentence "The young deer crowed, eating wild apples" came to his mind. Before he could think of what the next sentence was, he heard a series of crisp donkey brays coming from the mouth of the monster.
It instantly cut through the sky, like a sharp arrow, piercing his brain.
"puff!"
Dean squirted out the water he had just finished drinking.
He patted his chest, coughed, and rolled his eyes.
What the hell is this!
Before he could calm down, like a chorus, a collection of screams of various monsters came from below.
Dean stuck his head out and looked at the two deer who all raised their heads, but their calls were extremely inconsistent, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
I don’t know who made the modification, but the screams of the modification are really...
Very ill.
He let go of the breath stuck in his chest and looked out the window. He saw a female elf flying and stepping on a tree not far away, looking towards him.
The other party had no intention of hiding his whereabouts. Seeing Dean turn his head to look, he nodded slightly.
"We are conducting some tests, so we apologize for the slight interruption."
After saying that, she raised her head and stared directly at Dean's face. After looking at it for a long time, she said.
"I seem to have seen you somewhere..."
The female elf thought for a while, and quickly found the name that matched this face from the corner of her memory.
"You should be President Dean of the Breeders' Guild. I've really admired your name for a long time."
"I didn't expect to meet here."
She glanced at the chaos below and smiled playfully.
It seems that it is a very interesting development that the elves are in such an awkward situation in front of their biggest competitor.
The raised corners of his lips revealed a kind of indifference that had nothing to do with him.
Dean smiled politely in return.
"I didn't expect to see elves from the elves here."
