owlsbooks Chapter 1657 Experimenters, please, try to survive (monthly ticket plus 19)
Chapter 1657 Experimenters, please, try to survive (monthly ticket plus 19)
Chapter 1657 Experimenters, please, try to survive (monthly ticket plus 19)
"……roll!"
Gretel couldn't wait to spray it face to face.Indeed, Black Crow Swamp lacks corpses, lacks high-quality corpses, lacks high-quality caster corpses, and lacks them all the time;
Indeed, the magic of [Memory Weaving], in the case of high-intensity input, may indeed cause brain damage, cerebral hemorrhage, and life-threatening, especially when they do this test to test the strength limit of the brain;
Indeed, these intelligent tribes, these small tribes in the dragon territory, may have a population of only one or two hundred.There may be thirty or forty warriors, or young and middle-aged men are all warriors, spellcasters, sorry, it would be nice to have one;
The death of a spellcaster is a great loss. If Black Crow Swamp is willing to pay some compensation, at least it can return blood...
However, this is not the reason why Black Crow Swamp ran up and squatted there waiting for the corpse while the experiment was still in the preparation stage!The experiment in the Mage Tower is to be successful every time, at least every experimenter is safe!
"...You're not going to persuade them to bring out more corpses, are you?"
This sentence turned on the tip of Gretel's tongue, and then turned again, before he finally swallowed it.Hey, doubts in my heart are doubts, and it would be too hurtful to ask in person——
However, the words were swallowed back, but the suspicious eyes were not perfectly suppressed.The necromancer who came to negotiate was rich in experience, and he knew what he was thinking at a glance, so he quickly raised his hand and swore:
"Don't worry, we won't interfere with the experiment! - We can sign a magic contract! We can apply for tower spirit supervision and witness! We will never intentionally 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, bowed his head and saluted:
"Then it's settled! I'm going to draw up the spell contract. After the drafting is over, I'll ask you to review it!"
Thankfully, Master Nordmark said yes!Although the corpse of the spellcaster is very important - the corpse of a spellcaster of a foreign race is even more important, but no matter what, it can't compare to the trust and attention of the Lord of Plague!
Only when the Lord of the Plague is settled, they will have a steady stream of research projects, resources, and the possibility of everyone advancing!
The work of the Necromancer is going very well.For those small tribes in the territory of the Dragon Clan, a corpse, even the corpse of a spellcaster, is of little use.
Resting in the ground is just a thought, you can sell the corpse to Black Crow Swamp in exchange for a piece of magic equipment, or a batch of potion or something——
"I'm sure I will! My lord, if I can't make it through, I'll sell my body to you! - By the way, there is no need to transport the body back when it is used up, and it is troublesome for them to arrange the funeral, so they won't let the children We are tired..."
"My lord, can you change to one more piece of magic equipment... You see, in addition to attacking, I still know some healing skills. The children have a little ailment, and I can still cure them..."
Gretel rested his chin on one hand, and silently listened to the negotiation process transmitted by Ta Ling, without saying a word.
Alas, in this world, struggling to survive is really too hard, so hard that even if you become a spellcaster, you have to find ways to sell your body for a good price...
By the way, will this mentality of "you can have a guarantee even if you die" make them unwilling to persevere, thinking that the benefits of dying are more than living?
Gretel tapped the table with his fingertips, and tapped again.After knocking more than a dozen times, I finally made up my mind and coughed lightly:
"Taling, call up the information of these spellcasters. Age, level, spells mastered, how many times a day they can use...the more detailed the better."
"Call out the corpse purchase agreement reached between Black Crow Swamp and them..."
"Call out the experimental plan of the Confusion Control Department, let me see which spell is injected into them..."
Tarling works extremely fast.There was a buzzing sound, and the magic crystal board lit up, and a list of materials, agreements, and plans appeared on the crystal board.
After a pause, the table of contents becomes a table, and the table becomes a projection, falling on the large white wall of the study:
"Jami Bonebreaker, an ogre spellcaster, 38 years old, level three. Master spells: bloodlust, three times a day, whipping, twice a day. A small amount of herbal healing ability."
"Corpse purchase agreement...a staff, three scorching rays per week..."
"Infusion of spells... Proficiency in languages..."
"Pino Gear, dwarf spellcaster, 57 years old, [-]th level. Mastered spells: stone throwing, three times a day, foot oiling, twice a day, activation rope, three times a day..."
"Corpse purchase agreement... an identification amulet, which can trigger identification once a week..."
"Infusion of spells... Proficiency in languages..."
"Groso Gale... Cloud giant spellcaster, level three..."
With one hand resting on his chin, Gretel unconsciously scratched back and forth on the table with the other hand.A third-level caster, if I were to exchange for a scorching ray staff, would I be willing to exchange it?
If I were the chief and leader of this tribe, would I be willing to change?
Or, if I were this spellcaster, would I rather die myself in exchange for one more spell equipment for the tribe?
After all, spellcasters don't often have it, but staffs do. The caster will get injured, get sick, get old, and die. As long as the staff doesn't break down, it will always be kept in this tribe and can be used forever...
If I am old... If my disciple, or my son, has already embarked on the path of a spellcaster, and can hold the scene for the tribe...
Gretel looked at it for a long time, and felt that it looked unreliable.After thinking for a while, he knocked on the table again, and a balance appeared out of thin air on the large solid wooden table——
Crude, rough, rickety, and even the scale looks inaccurate, it is just a gadget made by [Magic Trick], it can only be simulated, and it is impossible to count on it to work.
Fortunately, Gretel didn't expect it to be weighed seriously, so he tapped again with his fingertips, and a word appeared on the two trays of the scale at the same time, with "life" on the left and "death" on the right.
On the tray on the left, put small red squares one by one: three bloodthirsty spells, two whipping spells, one herbal healing, one language proficiency, one "maybe live another 20 years", one "survive";
On the tray on the right, there are small black squares: "The scorching ray is fired three times a week", "It can be used for 100 years", "It's so tiring and painful to receive the transmission, I can't stand it".
The balance swings left and right, but no result can be obtained.Gretel shook his head, hooked his fingers, and the box of "Language Proficiency" flashed a few times, turning into "Power of the Wild":
Well, it looks much better that way.Gretel touched his conscience, feeling that if it was him, he would try his best to survive and survive.
Rather than when you can't hold on anymore, you will think "I'm so tired, selling the corpse can support the tribe, let's give up..."
But, know the language, know the language, know the language.Gretel flipped through ten proposals from the beginning to the end, and all the infusion spells he found were "knowledgeable languages".He knocked on the table again and raised his voice:
"Taling, help me pick up Ms. Katharina. —Hello? Ms. Katharina, are you free? Can I come over and ask for advice?"
It was impossible for Gretel to come and "ask" himself.As soon as he said those words, Ms. Katharina immediately went upstairs in person after finishing a spell-casting task at hand.
Gretel didn't go around in circles, asked her to sit down, served tea, and asked her bluntly:
Why are all the injected spells [Language Proficiency]?
This spell is useless!
Can't increase lethality, can't provide healing, can't even give 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 spellcasters to find a spellcaster who can step on this pedal and step up to a higher position after mastering [Language Proficiency]!
"It's like this. When we explore outside, we have a principle in the research of each tribe: try not to break the balance of the tribe."
Ms. Katharina, who has rich experience in this area, replied with a smile:
"When a tribe is strengthened, it will want to annex other tribes. If three or five tribes are strengthened, there will be great turmoil in this place. Although...they have been in turmoil all the time, but it is best Don't let us do it, will you?"
This was a direction Gretel hadn't expected.Magicians are not in the mood to teach the people of a place, help them get rid of poverty and become rich, and even rarely have the mood to conquer them.
Look, look at it from a distance and try not to intervene. This is already the greatest restraint and compassion of the mages.
"Also, the [Language Proficiency] spell is convenient for adding things to it." Ms. Katharina paused and couldn't help laughing:
"In order to test the limits of these spellcasters, more information can be stuffed in this spell..."
"dictionary?!"
Gretel blurted out.Ms. Katharina burst out laughing.
Speaking of this, Gretel has nothing to say about the choice of spells.Ms. Katharina looked at the balance on his table, pondered for a moment, and said slowly:
"Your worries are also justified. How about this—in the name of the Mage Tower, give them some compensation, and make an appointment only if they return alive?"
"that would be great!"
On the second day, eight casters from different tribes, tall and short, old and young, stood in a row.
The short one didn't reach Gretel's chest, and the tall one was twice as tall as Gretel. The old man had a snow-white beard and lost all his hair, and the young man was full of vigor.Line up from left to right, or look up, or look down, staring at Gretel's face.
"...For this spellcasting, we will try our best to test the limits of what you can bear. You may explode in your brain, become paralyzed, or die." Gretel said slowly with his hands behind his back:
"... For those who survived without incident, each person will be given a piece of [Healing Leaf], which can trigger [Healing Moderate Injury] three times. Please, try your best to survive, try your best, and survive."
(End of this chapter)