The witch 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, so you should be more familiar with politics than a vegan like me."
The engineering warlock poked the elf's body with his staff and said again.
"Sorry, I 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? Those small wrinkles that made her look like she was thirty years old seemed to be gone.
It’s like it’s 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 to get the original technology of the blood cauldron.
While he was thinking about it, the shadow of a fist appeared in front of him at a speed that almost made Esky unable to react.
The dimensional shield delayed the attack for a while, slowing down the attack, and Esky grabbed 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 along the arm held by Eski.
"Oh, that's 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 is originally due to Dar, which prevents 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 as he chanted the incantation calling for the wind of life, Anoquiyan quickly caused the small green puddles on the ground to 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 kindness 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 looked at the magic runes formed a few inches below his navel in horror.
The abundant wind of life inside the body is beating continuously as if it is immediately alive.
Damn white mouse, he actually does 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, Eski took out the elf's soul.
The elf soul in the cage clings to the railing and looks at his body outside, resonating with 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 Wu Ling's performance, the engineering warlock wondered if he had gone too far, and patted Wu Ling'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, then fight. Just avoid damaging my property and fight on the ground. I also want to see what the battlefield with Nagash is like."<
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Taking off the book from his face, the elf asked with a fierce look on his face and a hint of curiosity in his eyes full of hatred and despair.
"Nagash, who is Nagash?"
The elves don't know who Nagash is. This is really an unexpected situation.
If you think about it carefully, it's quite reasonable. After all, the witch spirit couldn't understand it at all before, and didn't know the rat language.
"Have I not told you before? The strongest necromancer in the world created by you Druzi, if left alone, can probably compete with your Kane.
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The engineering warlock's tone was calm, but his eyes squinted at the wizard spirit with an inexplicable hint of contempt.
Wu Ling looked unbelieving.
How could there be a mage in this world who could rival the gods?
Especially, this god is Kane, and the white-haired rat is simply insulting her god. If it weren't for the soul, she might have defended the dignity of the god with her sword by now.
The white-haired rat glanced at it, sighed, and said.
"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 all have obvious injuries. 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 engineer warlock murmured and walked forward and asked the leading rat.
"What is this?"
He noticed just now that there were a large number of vehicles with unknown purpose in the team.
"When corpses are recovered on the battlefield, when fighting a necromancer, it must be ensured that no corpses are left behind."
The leading warlord exposed his neck to show his respect for spellcasters like the Engineer Warlock.
After he saw the amulet belonging to the council member newly hung on the engineer warlock's waist, his already bowed head was buried even lower.
"I remember that Nagash's magic power was enough to turn them into undead for him to control when they died."
The engineer warlock said as he opened up the shabby fabrics covering the corpse, trying to find most of the traces of the corpse before it completely turned into a corpse.
However, the strange thing is that most of the corpses here do not seem to be in tatters after the second battle.
"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."
The warlord explained.
"So in the rest of the time, we need to collect the corpses and bring them back to places where Nagash can't touch, such as here, or in the stomach bag of the slave rat."