"Mage Nordmark is recruiting testers! He's recruiting testers!"
"A third-level to fourth-level spell caster! A third-level to fourth-level spell caster! Use memory weaving to forcefully inject the spell model!"
"The subjects need to cooperate with the test! They are under the care of healers! The risk is very high, and you are responsible for your own life and death!" Baka, the tern, flapped his wings and cut through the sky.
Flying from one settlement to another, from one dragon territory to another dragon territory... A half-step legendary tern can fly all over the territory of an adult dragon in one day. In ten days, it can fly around several places. Flying around ten thousand square kilometers, notifying all the intelligent tribes in ten or eight territories!
"Can we recruit experimenters like this?" Grete asked in a low voice, very skeptical. You are conceited about life and death! The risk is very high!
One bad move will lead to death! And there’s no pay! In other words, the only reward is the possibility of learning a new spell...
"Don't worry, you can definitely recruit it." The golden dragon Thorngraf gave him a
"You simply don't know the sufferings of the world" eyes: "Do you know how hard they will fight for a chance to become a dragon warrior? A tribe will ignite all the warriors and go into the mountains to fight and hunt the strongest monsters. Come and fight for an opportunity to advance, let us take a fancy; if several tribes can only have one opportunity, they will even attack each other and kill each other's strongest warriors in one wave to ensure that this opportunity falls to their own tribe; the barbarians will Their most beautiful girl will marry the cloud giant, and the dwarfs will offer their most precious treasures to the lizard people..."
"Isn't it forbidden to attack each other?" Gretel blurted out. Jinlong shrugged: "Yes, these guys are our property. In theory, they are not allowed to attack each other - in theory. But you know, there will always be times when one cannot see clearly..." Gretel silently shut up.
He turned his head and looked at the vast, barren land outside the mage tower, and sighed longly: "Alas..." The lives of the creatures on this land are too miserable... Dragon Island is the last resort in the New World. The north is cold and barren, and it snows for five or six months a year.
Only the toughest grass and trees can grow. They germinate, grow leaves, and bloom in a hurry in summer, trying hard to absorb nutrients and store them for the long winter... Weasels have to dig deep holes to store a little food; Only by digging through thick snow can you eat the grass buds and moss under the snow; wolves and bears have to run ten kilometers or dozens of kilometers to find enough food to feed themselves and raise their cubs... And humans, or It is said that intelligent creatures cannot live well in such a world.
They ran, they hunted, they dug up the newly thawed soil and carefully planted food. On one acre of land, 10 kilograms of wheat are planted, hoping to harvest a hundred kilograms next year.
This is a harvest that the Kingdom of Kent completely looks down upon and will be laughed at loudly by skilled farmers. They need to fight against the sky, against the earth, against wild boars and reindeer, against sparrows and grouse... to become dragon warriors, or even Being able to advance to the first level means stronger combat effectiveness and richer hunts.
It means that if you go out hunting today and see the wild boar, you don’t need to avoid it, but you can find a way to kill it and carry it back. It means that the little cub at home can get a bite of meat... It means that in addition to paying tribute to the owner of the territory, Noble The Dragon Clan pays tribute without having to pay tribute to other surrounding tribes.
You can even receive tributes from other tribes! As for death – what is death? In such a barren and difficult land, who can expect to live to a very old age and die in bed?
That is a treatment that only the strongest spellcasters, those who are under the care of the Dragon Clan, can receive! What does it matter if you pay the price of your life in order to advance!
"Do you think this kind of opportunity comes very often?" The golden dragon Thorngraf continued to squint at Gretel: "We select dragon-veined warriors - except for the time when Vaska made a bet with that person - it takes ten years, or even dozens of years. They will only choose once every year! Young dragons will be more relaxed when establishing their territory, and then there will be no such good thing!" Gretel curled his lips, curled his lips, and curled his lips again.
Dragon-veined warriors are not produced without limit. Even the bloodline given to one by the Dragon Clan requires strength. If it is consumed too much, it will slow down the speed of one's advancement - and it is simple to use memory weaving to pour into the spell model. ?
That's a nine-ring spell! Nine rings! That is to say, there are nine-level spell casters in the research team who happen to be able to use this spell, so they can cast three, five, ten, eight, twenty or thirty in one go without paying extra costs!
Why don't you try teaching spells directly to the caster instead? What does a nine-ring spell cost? A third-level spellcaster must rely on nine-level spells to learn second-level magic - even the king's biological son or the eldest son of a grand duke cannot afford this price... Tern Baka finished his first day of flight , the surrounding barbarian shamans, ogre magicians, and dwarf mages packed up and hit the road.
After flying for ten days, he soon started flying in the second circle: guiding those guys who may not be able to read well, cannot read maps, or can only understand the simplest stream of consciousness maps!
Take them to the Wizard's Tower! Or, take the magician to the spell casters who are on their way, cast a teleportation spell, and pull them over directly!
——It’s up to them to catch up on their own, and don’t miss a few more if they arrive at the right time! A high-level tern like him is surrounded by a large group of his own kind, or ravens, peregrine falcons, bar-headed geese, and black geese... to inform him.
With him here, it is absolutely impossible for those spellcasters on their way to lose them~~~
"Thank you Baka. Thank you for your hard work!" Gretel reached out and touched the tern's feathers, and gave it a small fish - a third-level monster caught from the sea as a tribute from the Silver Tornados. .
Baka raised his head and swallowed the frozen fish, combed his feathers triumphantly, and began to report: "Ten subjects will arrive today! One of them is from the territory, only half a day away from the mage tower, my His subordinates have already gone to show him the way! There are nine more that are further away, and mages have already gone to pick them up!"
"Great job, Baka!" Grete handed out another small fish: "Thank you for being here! Only because you found so many subjects can our experiment continue!" Baka the tern held his head high. Chest, jumping up and down on the railing, feathers shining a colorful black in the sun.
After a long while, he flapped his wings and soared into the sky: "Leave it to me! I will continue to help you find people! - Don't worry, with me, Baka, the tern, you will never lack experimental subjects!" For Gretel, The more experimental subjects, the better.
However, for the magicians who work diligently, the more experimental subjects, the better: "Master Nordmark, can we extend the time for people to come here?" The controlling Ms. Catharina was the first to complain.
Although there are many people from the magic control system, there are only three magicians above level 17 and above, and she is the only one who knows [Memory Weaving].
In other words, all experimental tasks were placed on her alone! Release nine-ring magic ten times a day!
ten times! This Nordmark mage, what is nine-ring magic? Can I be released casually by eating and drinking?
"Well... if they feel very tired, I will tell them to slow down..." Grete looked at her pale face and the beads of sweat on her forehead, and felt embarrassed: "How many comparisons do you think you should make in a day? Appropriate? Eight? Five? Or three?"
"..." Ms. Katharina was embarrassed. Doing nine-ring magic ten times a day is really a bone-draining experience for her, squeezing her spirit and body to the limit. She has to rest for three days after doing it; eight times a day, supplemented by enough medicine, food, meditation and rest, It happens to be an amount that is relatively stressful and can promote one's own progress; five times a day is relatively relaxed, while three times a day is a good deal...
"Eight...eight times, but I need some auxiliary medicine and high-end food...and a special meditation room..." After sending one away, the next person came again complaining.
Archmage Bolu of the Alchemy Guild, one foot higher and one foot lower, with his hair covered in material powder debris, rushed to Gretel: "Mage Nordmark, can we divide the subjects into some categories? Look... … Barbarians are so tall, gnomes are so short, cloud giants have heads bigger than pumpkins, lizard men have pointed heads…”
"So you need it?"
"We can't even make the adaptive device!" Archmage Bolu's eyes were blank and his hands were trembling: "To make a dragon egg measuring device, to make a measuring device for intelligent races, every subject must do it It's different! We already work sixteen hours a day now!!" Well, the magician must ensure eight hours of sleep every day to have enough spells the next day.
Working sixteen hours a day means stuffing sandwiches into your mouth while still working in your hands - Gretel really wanted to ask them how to solve the problem of eating and drinking, and how to solve the problem of diarrhea.
However, seeing the bloodshot eyes of Archmage Bolu, he could only sigh: "Or, you can make the line connected to the probe longer? In this case, no matter it is a big head or a small head, just lift the probe upwards Just stick it on?" Master Bolu staggered away.
Before Gretel could sigh, the next question came: "Mage Nordmark," the necromancer who works in the mage tower is always in a state of excitement.
However, the person in front of Grete looked very excited, with his black robe flying, and almost black smoke coming out: "In this experiment, if a subject dies, how will the body be disposed of? - I am He said, can their bodies be returned to Black Crow Swamp? We can buy them! We can give a batch of compensation to the subject tribe!" Gretel couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
