"...Get out!" Gretel suddenly sprayed him in front of his face. Indeed, Black Crow Swamp is short of corpses, high-quality corpses, and high-quality caster corpses. It is true that the magic of [Memory Weaving] may cause brain damage under high-intensity input. Cerebral hemorrhage is life-threatening, especially since they are doing this test to test the strength limit of the brain; indeed, these intelligent tribes, these small tribes in the Dragon Clan's territory, may only have a population of one or two hundred people.
There may be thirty or forty warriors, or young and middle-aged men are all warriors. I'm sorry, it would be nice to have one spell caster. The loss of one spell caster is huge. If Black Crow Swamp is willing to pay some compensation, it can at least be recovered. Blood from the mouth... However, this is not the reason why Black Crow Marsh ran up to him while the experiment was still in the preparation stage and squatted there waiting for the body!
The purpose of conducting experiments in the Mage Tower is to succeed every time, or at least for every experimenter to go safely!
"...You're not going to convince them to bring out a few more corpses, are you?" This sentence swirled on the tip of Grete's tongue, then swirled again, and finally he swallowed it.
Alas, I had doubts in my heart, and it would be too hurtful to ask him face to face - but after I swallowed my words, my suspicious eyes were not completely suppressed.
The necromancer who came to negotiate was experienced and knew what he was thinking at a glance. He quickly raised his hands and swore: "Don't worry, we will not interfere with the experiment! - We can sign a spell contract! We can apply for tower spirit supervision and witness! Absolutely not Will deliberately kill people, or try to push other magicians to kill people!" Gretel smiled a little embarrassedly.
The Necromancer who came to apply breathed a sigh of relief and bowed his head in salute: "Then it's settled! I'll draw up the spell contract. Once it's drafted, I'll come back to you for review!" Thank God, Master Nordmark agreed!
Although the corpse of a spellcaster is very important - the corpse of a foreign spellcaster is even more important, no matter what, it can't compare to the trust and attention of the Plague Lord!
Only when the Plague Lord is settled can they have a steady stream of research projects and resources, and only then can everyone advance!
The Necromancer's work was going very smoothly. For those small tribes in the dragon territory, a corpse, even the corpse of a spell caster, is of little use.
Being buried in peace is just a thought. The body can be sold to Black Crow Swamp in exchange for a piece of magic equipment, or a batch of potions or something——
"Of course I am willing! Sir, if I can't survive, I will sell my body to you! - By the way, there is no need to transport the body back after it is used up. It's quite troublesome for them to organize funerals, so they won't let the children We are tired..."
"Sir, could you please change to one more piece of magic equipment... You see, in addition to attacking, I also know some healing skills. If the children have minor ailments, I can still cure them..." Grete said with a move He held his chin up and silently listened to the negotiation process coming from the tower spirit without saying a word.
Alas, in this world, struggling to survive is really hard. It’s so hard that even if you become a spell caster, you have to find ways to sell your body for a good price... By the way, this kind of
Will the mentality of "you can still have a guarantee even if you die" make them unwilling to persevere and feel that the benefits of death are more than that of life?
Grete tapped her fingertips on the table, and then tapped again. After knocking for more than ten times, he finally made up his mind and coughed softly: "Taling, call up the information of these spell casters. Age, level, spells mastered, how many times a day they can be used... the more detailed the better."
"Retrieve Black Crow Swamp and the corpse purchase agreement they reached..."
"Bring up the experimental plan of the Charm Control system and let me see which spells are injected into them..." The tower spirit worked extremely fast.
There was a buzzing sound, and the magic crystal board lit up. One by one, information, agreements, and plans appeared on the crystal board as a directory.
After a pause, the catalog turned into a table, and the table turned into a projection, falling on the large white wall of the study: "Gami Boneshatter, ogre spellcaster, 38 years old, third level. Master the spell: bloodthirsty, one day Three times, flagellation, twice a day. A small amount of herbal healing power."
"Corpse purchase agreement...a staff, three scorching rays per week..."
"Inject magic...know the language..."
"Pino Gear, dwarf spellcaster, 57 years old, level 4. Masters spells: slinging, three times a day, oil on the soles of the feet, twice a day, activated rope, three times a day..."
"Corpse purchase agreement...an identification spell talisman, which can trigger the identification spell once a week..."
"Inject magic...know the language..."
"Grosso Gust...Cloud Giant Spellcaster, Level 3..." Gretel held his chin in one hand and stroked back and forth on the table unconsciously with the other hand.
If a third-level spellcaster were to trade for a scorching ray staff, would I be willing to trade it for him?
If I were the chief or leader of this tribe, would I be willing to change? Or, if I were this spellcaster, would I rather die in exchange for one more spell equipment for the tribe?
After all, spellcasters do not always exist, but magic staffs always exist. Spellcasters will be injured, sick, old, and die. The magic staff, as long as it does not break down, will always be preserved in this tribe and can be used forever... If I am already old...if my disciple, or my son, has embarked on the path of a spell caster and can support the tribe... Gretel looked at it for a long time and felt that it looked unreliable.
After thinking for a while, I knocked on the table again. On the large solid wood table, a scale appeared out of thin air - simple, rough, shaky, and even the scales didn't look very accurate. It was just a [magic trick]. It's a gadget that can only be simulated, but you can't expect it to work.
Fortunately, Gretel didn't expect it to be weighed seriously. He tapped his fingertips again, and a word appeared on the two pallets of the scale at the same time. On the left was
"生", on the right is
"die". On the tray on the left, small red squares are placed one after another: three bloodthirsty spells, two whipping spells, one herbal treatment, one proficient in languages, and one
"Maybe live another 20 years", a
"Stay alive"; on the tray on the right, there are small black squares: "The scorching rays are released three times a week."
"Can be used for a hundred years",
"It's so tiring and painful to receive the transmission. I can't bear it anymore." The balance wobbles left and right, but no result can be obtained.
Gretel shook his head and twitched his fingers.
The "Language Proficiency" box flashed a few times and turned into
"Wild Force": Well, it looks a lot better this way. Gretel touched his conscience and felt that if it were him, he would try his best to hold on and survive.
And when you can’t hold it any longer, you will think about it
"I'm so tired. I can support the tribe even if I sell the corpses. Just give up..." However, I know the language, I know the language, I know the language.
Grete flipped through ten plans from beginning to end, and all the injection spells he found were
"Knowledge of language". He knocked on the table again and raised his voice: "Taling, pick up Ms. Katharina for me. - Hello? Ms. Katharina, are you free? Can I come over and ask for advice?" Grete came over in person.
"Ask me" is out of the question. As soon as he finished speaking, Ms. Katharina finished a spell-casting task at hand and immediately went upstairs in person.
Gretel didn't talk around in circles. He asked her to sit down, gave her some tea, and then asked her directly: Why are all the spells injected into her [Language Comprehensive]?
This spell is useless! It cannot enhance lethality, cannot provide treatment, or even provide assistance!
Yes, it can effectively improve the learning efficiency of spellcasters and increase the upper limit of this tribe, but for these barbaric tribes on Dragon Island, it is almost useless!
It takes dozens or hundreds of spell casters to find a spell caster who can step on this pedal and move to a higher position after mastering [Language Proficiency]!
"It's like this. When we are exploring outside, we have one principle for researching each tribe: try not to break the balance of the tribe." Ms. Katharina is extremely experienced in this area and answered with a smile: "A tribe has been enhanced. , it will want to annex other tribes. If three or five tribes are strengthened, there will be great turmoil in this area. Although... they have been in turmoil, but it is best not to let us do it, no Huh?" This was a direction Gretel didn't expect.
Magicians are not in the mood to teach the people of a place and help them get rid of poverty and become rich. They are even rarely in the mood to conquer them.
Look, look at it from a distance and try not to interfere. This is the greatest restraint and compassion of the mages.
"Also, the [Language Proficiency] spell is convenient for adding things into it." Ms. Katharina paused and couldn't help laughing: "In order to test the limits of these spell casters, this spell can be filled with more information……"
"Dictionary?!" Gretel blurted out. Ms. Catharina burst out laughing. Speaking of this, Gretel had nothing to say about the choice of spells.
Ms. Katharina looked at the scale on his table, pondered for a moment, and said slowly: "Your concerns are reasonable. In this way - in the name of the Mage Tower, give them some compensation, and make an agreement that they will only get it back alive. How about it?"
"That would be great!" The next day, eight spellcasters from different tribes, tall and short, old and young, stood in a row.
The short one is not even up to Grete's chest, and the tall one is two people taller than Grete. The old one has a snow-white beard and bald hair, while the young one is high-spirited.
They lined up from left to right, looking up or down, staring at Grete's face.
"...We will try our best to test the limits of your endurance this time. Your brains may explode, you may be paralyzed, you may die." Gretel put his hands behind his back and said slowly: "...I survived without incident. , everyone will be given a [Healing Leaf], which can trigger [Healing Moderate Injuries] three times. Please try your best to hold on and survive."
