"Just ignore it if the cost is too high?"
The wizard spirit turned the pages and read the books that recorded the language of the rat people, and smelled it.
The elf's neural reaction speed allows her to read the information in the text faster than other races. In just such a short time, she has almost memorized all the syllables of the phonetic text.
"You are over 900 years old. Logically speaking, you should be more familiar with politics than a pure vegetarian like me."
The engineering warlock poked the elf's body with his staff and said again.
"Sorry, forgot you were crazy most of the time."
Looking at the unresponsive Witch Spirit after being poked, Eski frowned. Speaking of which, does the Witch Spirit look younger than before? The little wrinkles that made her look thirty years old seemed to be gone.
Is it because of the infusion of the wind of life?
That's not right. If the wind of life works, Heliben won't have to go to Morath for the original technology of the blood cauldron.
Just as he was thinking about it, the shadow of a fist appeared in front of him at a speed that almost made Eski unable to react.
The dimensional shield delayed the attack for a while, slowing down the attack, and Eski caught it with his claws in front of him.
This is an attack launched by the witch spirit,
"It seems that you have forgotten that your soul is still in my hands."
Eski's words did not make the wizard stop what he was doing. Instead, the elf twisted up the arm held by Eski.
"Oh, you have quite a biting fighting aura. I thought you would become a little more kind under the constant impact of the wind of life."
"Or, Kane's blessing was originally due to Dar, which prevented you from being completely transformed by the wind of life."
"I originally planned to let you be my personal guard, but now it seems there is still no hope."
The green light began to flash in the hands of the engineering warlock, and he chanted a mantra to call the wind of life. Anoquayan quickly made the small green puddles on the ground gather in front of the elf.
The magic quickly formed complex stripes, and these stripes made her feel extremely familiar.
"That magic."
Wu Ling saw, no, maybe he smelled a familiar scent.
"Yes, it's the magic that made the witch pregnant."
The engineer warlock looked at the wind of life that was constantly resonating with him, and a look of wildness and love appeared on his face.
"Although its name is not this, but sure enough, I still like to call it concept conception."
Another term from the past world.
In a world where magic impacts consciousness, this is a crude method thought up by engineering warlocks. This belief that anchors the thinking of the past world seems to have a little influence, allowing him to detect the violation of the existing thinking. .
Just like the top that won't fall in Inception, it was also because of this that he called the dimensional lightning Avada Kendava at the beginning.
"asshole!"
The elf stared in horror at the magical runes formed a few inches below his navel.
The abundant wind of life inside the body is beating continuously as if it is immediately alive.
Damn white mouse, he would actually do this!
"In about three months, you should give birth."
Esky looked at the green spell words and said.
"Speaking of which, yes, I should pour some life wind into your soul. Although your previous children were quite miserable, it is better for this one to have a good mother."
With that said, Esky took out the elf's soul.
The elf soul in the cage clung to the railing and looked at his body outside, feeling despair and curse.
Wu Ling climbed into the car dejectedly, lay down on the white cloth in the middle, and covered his face with the literacy textbook helplessly.
Looking at the performance of the witch spirit, the engineering warlock wondered if he had gone too far, and patted the witch spirit's arm.
"While your body is still not strong enough to fight, let's go to the ground together after I finish arranging things in the factory."
"If you want to fight with me, just fight. Just avoid damaging my property and fight on the ground. I just want to see what the battlefield with Nagash is like."
Taking the book off his face, the elf asked with a fierce look on his face and a hint of curiosity in his eyes filled with hatred and despair.
"Nagash, who is Nagash?"
The elf didn't know who Nagash was, which was really an unexpected situation.
"Have I not told you before? The most powerful necromancer in the world created by your Druzi, if left alone, will probably be able to compete with your Kane. .”
The elf looked unbelieving.
"In short, I brought so many rats to this place called Nagash Zal just to maintain this war with Nagash that has been going on for more than fifty years."
Just as he was talking, a huge marching team appeared at the intersection ahead.
The rats in the team are all obviously injured. Although it has no impact on such short-distance movement, but think about it...
"The team over there has just withdrawn from the battlefield, right?"
The engineering warlock murmured and walked forward and asked the leading rat.
"What's this?"
He had just noticed that there were a large number of vehicles with unknown purpose in the team.
"For corpses recovered on the battlefield, when fighting a necromancer, it must be ensured that no corpses are left behind."
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"I remember that Nagash's magic power was enough to turn them into undead for him to control when they died."
"The magical wind in an area is limited, even for Nagash. In the never-ending battle with 13 horned rats every day, it is like that when there are only 6 horned rats."
"So in the rest of the time, we need to collect the corpses and bring them back to places where Nagash can't reach, such as here, or in the stomach bag of the slave rat."
"I thought Nagash's magic power was unlimited."
"For corpses recovered on the battlefield, when fighting a necromancer, it must be ensured that no corpses are left behind."
"I remember that Nagash's magic power was enough to turn them into undead for him to control when they died."
"The magical wind in an area is limited, even for Nagash. In the never-ending battle with 13 horned rats every day, it is like that when there are only 6 horned rats."
"So in the rest of the time, we need to collect the corpses and bring them back to places where Nagash can't reach, such as here, or in the stomach bag of the slave rat."
"I thought Nagash's magic power was unlimited."
"For corpses recovered on the battlefield, when fighting a necromancer, it must be ensured that no corpses are left behind."
"I remember that Nagash's magic power was enough to turn them into undead for him to control when they died."
"The magical wind in an area is limited, even for Nagash. In the never-ending battle with 13 horned rats every day, it is like that when there are only 6 horned rats."
"So in the rest of the time, we need to collect the corpses and bring them back to places where Nagash can't reach, such as here, or in the stomach bag of the slave rat."
"I thought Nagash's magic power was unlimited."
