The dark cave was filled with a pungent smell, and the pool of blood surged like boiling hot water.
Drops of red blood fell from a height into the blood pool, and in the end only the dry, dark object was left nailed to the top of the cave.
"Is he dead?"
Beside the blood pool, Wu Jian, whose face was reddened by the light, looked up at the dark object, still not sure that the tenacious monster was dead.
"Well, his soul has dissipated... No matter how strong he is, he can't survive." The old mage squatted beside the blood pool and carved a magic circle, guiding the blood to slowly overflow from it: "But thanks to this monster,
My research went very well..."
Wu Jian watched his movements quietly, not quite believing that it would go so smoothly: "Will this be able to create a new body?"
Her teacher's research is to create a perfect body to achieve immortality. Obviously this is a forbidden technique, but it is an irresistible temptation for any mortal. And Wu Jian knows that her teacher is not a madman, he is just abnormal.
Just a scholar obsessed with magic...
"It is said that a vampire's body can be restored even if it is chopped into pieces. I took a shortcut by using this characteristic... I still can't make the body of other races, but forget it." The old mage regretted: "I don't have long life.
, we can only use this dirty body first and continue research in the future."
Wu Jian looked at the boiling blood in the blood pool. There was also her blood in it. Does it mean that another one of her might be born?
"Teacher, you really can't create monsters?" She was a little worried about this.
The old mage turned his back to her and smiled: "No need to worry, Lilac...with our small magic power, we cannot create a soul that drives the body, and it is the foundation of life."
"My research is to create new bodies that can accommodate one's own soul... unlike those dark mages in the past." He turned his head, a smile flashed in his eyes: "And after all, they are just using the souls of the dead."
Hundreds of years ago, some elves and human mages formed the "Life Research Society" to explore this forbidden art. They created some children, but later investigation found that the souls of those children were the souls of the dead wandering in the world.
The mages erased the memories of the dead souls, artificially created the illusion of 'reincarnation', and claimed to be the creators. Unfortunately, this forbidden art incident brought serious consequences, and the temple quickly erased all information related to the incident, including the children.
's name.
But the old mage got some of the remaining information, and came up with the idea of creating an immortal body for himself. He was so bold, but more rational than others - the old mage would not reach out greedily to touch the secrets of the soul, at least
Not before becoming a god.
"Lilac, next I'm going to try to convert the blood into the monster's cells. You leave first." The old mage told his disciple: "I'm afraid this spell wave will spread. You go to the forest outside to watch, and don't let others
near."
Wu Jian nodded in agreement, turned and left.
She walked in the silent forest at night, and the road was dark with dense branches and leaves covering the moonlight. Only by lighting a fireball on the staff could she avoid the thorns and grass. Calculating that the distance was almost there, Wujian jumped up to a big tree and lay down on his back.
Get up and wait.
She was used to life in the wild. The first night she could remember was climbing forward on the cold ground. She knew nothing and understood nothing... she just climbed forward hoping to survive.
But now, the weather has changed, and the same cold winter seems to be coming.
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It was a winter night, and the child who fell in the snow opened his eyes.
She looked at the world blankly, and looked at the people passing by on the street with fear... No one looked at her, and no one cared about her.
To live, she longed to live.
So...she dragged her stiff legs forward, was trampled on, and competed with vicious dogs for food...she lived like this.
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Xia Han had this strange dream again. He seemed to be able to dream about Wu Jian and see her struggle.
[Why are you here again?] He woke up from his dream sweating, covering his forehead with his hands and resting against the cold wall of the cell.
Xia Han has always thought that dreams are illusory, but for some reason Wu Jian's dreams become more and more real as time goes by. He has no way to explain this abnormal situation. If the illusion comes from longing, where does the reality come from? He and Wu Jian have nothing to do with each other.
Blood relationship, no contract...
[How could it be possible to dream of reality!] Xia Han smiled bitterly. He shook his head, believing that his thoughts were affected by the words of the orc great wizard.
After resting for a while, Xia Han stood up, stood on tiptoes and looked out through the window less than four centimeters. He finally determined the time from the twilight of the moon: it had been about an hour or two since the humans in Snow City escaped, but he was wondering why.
Snow City has not fallen yet?
[Does the reward have to be delayed for a few days? 】
Just when Xia Han couldn't help but want to call out the illustrated book for questioning, the ground suddenly shook. First there was a very small vibration...and then it suddenly turned into a big earthquake that made people unsteady. A series of deafening explosions.
There was a sound outside, and Xia Han was holding the wall and shaking from side to side, just when blue light was condensing in his hands, the shaking ended.
"This is..."
He found that his feet were covered with a layer of white light. Not only him, but the entire floor of the room was covered with a layer of white light. Xia Han knew at a glance that this layer of white light came from the white tiger. Presumably the entire snow city was wrapped in the white tiger's defensive white light.
"Failed?" His face was slightly cold. If the white tiger protected the ground of Snow City, wouldn't that prove that it did not fall?
Just as he was thinking this, a group of orcs ran in from outside. They opened the cell door and walked towards Xia Han with war hammers and iron swords: "Come out quickly and follow us!"
Just this group of ordinary orcs want to control him?
Xia Han walked out obediently, thinking about whether he should kill them and escape - but he decided to go out and see the situation before doing anything else.
However, as soon as he went out, Xia Han was dumbfounded.
Smoke was rising everywhere in the huge snow city. The city walls that had stood tall collapsed to the ground, and the blood of the victims flowed from the gaps between the stacked boulders. The white barrier in the sky had disappeared, and the red battleships broke into the city airspace like demons.
Magic that shines with colorful light sweeps through streets one after another, taking away batch after batch of fresh lives.
The orcs are finished.
Just as the reward description in the illustrated book says, Snow City has fallen. Even if the ground is protected by white tigers, it is obviously just an emergency measure to prevent the entire city from sinking underground, and the orcs are unable to recover...
【Is the Marquis dead? 】
Xia Han's heart moved. He knew that the generals had been standing on the city wall directing the war. But now that the city wall collapsed, would he be crushed to death by the boulder like other orcs?
