Chapter 227: Can mentally retarded skeletons create their own magic?
Looking down from the air, a carriage and a unicorn are running forward at a ninety-degree angle, getting closer and closer, and finally pass each other at the top.
The undead and demon faces on the carriage all turned their heads in shock to look at the 'horse' passing by.
This 'horse' has a big cat squatting on its head, and sitting on its back is an armored man, a little girl, a skeleton, and a young brass dragon. It's crowded, six things and six things.
Both eyes looked at the carriage neatly and moved as the relative positions of the two parties changed.
Finally, they passed each other, and the carriage changed from the left rear to the right rear of the other party. The four on the horse and the big cat on the horse turned their heads and continued to stare at them with tilted heads.
The undead were shocked, is this still a horse?
The demon face on the brazier blinked and murmured: "Why do they look familiar? Where have I seen them?"
The undead was surprised: "Do you know them? I turned around and they turned around and chased me. Do you owe them money? Otherwise, how dare you chase my car?"
In the Sunken Land, those who own bone horses and carriages are all high-level undead and lichs. For example, the great sage dares to chase a high-level undead in the wasteland. Unless he really owes the other party a lot of money, how can he have the courage?
Do it this way.
After the undead finished speaking, he found that there was no response. He turned around and saw that the brazier had been extinguished and the devil's face had long since disappeared.
The undead was really shocked now. This oily demon actually scared away? He ran away without saying hello. Could it be that it recognized that pile of things as a terrifying existence?
Suddenly, he became vigilant, and the scene he just saw flashed through his soul. What is scary? That big cat on a horse? How scary can a cat be?
That little girl? There’s nothing scary about such a fair and tender cute little girl. I’ve seen a golden skeleton many times, so there’s nothing scary about it.
The only special ones are the brass young dragon and the armored man. The young dragon is not scary, but the presence of the young dragon does not mean that there is an adult dragon?
But the invisible adult dragon won't scare away the Lord of Terror. Is it because of the armored man?
At this moment, Lightning, carrying five little dragons on his back, caught up and marched side by side with the carriage. The six heads turned around and their eyes fell on the undead. The brass dragon at the end opened his mouth and said: "Hello, you know
Where to go from Relay Tower 4?”
The undead's heart skipped a beat: It couldn't be such a coincidence. Going to the No. 4 relay tower at this time, could it be the person who took over the relay tower?
He asked calmly: "Are you going to Relay Tower No. 4? What a coincidence. I happen to be passing by Relay Tower No. 4. You can just follow me. I would like to ask, do you want to go to Relay Tower No. 4?"
What's the matter?"
Nigris said truthfully: "The night watchman of Relay Tower No. 4 no longer wants to work, let's go and replace him."
Sure enough, relay towers are usually a quiet place. In normal years, no one might go there, but now that we are meeting head-on, who else can be there besides the successor.
However, the undead looked at them again: "Which one of you will take over? The night watchman is responsible for feeding the relay spirit. It is not possible if the soul is too weak, and it can only be fed by one soul. The relay spirit only recognizes one soul, and other souls are close to it."
It's going to hurt."
The undead looked around. Only skeletons and armored men were the most consistent with the characteristics of undead creatures. The rest seemed to be living creatures, all of them alive to death. How to feed the relay spirit?
Nigris pointed to the little zombie at the front: "It."
This was in line with the undead's cognition. After a while, a high tower appeared on the horizon. The undead pointed at the tower and said: "The No. 4 relay tower is over there."
"Oh, thank you very much. Fortunately, I met you. Otherwise, we might have missed it according to our direction. Thank you very much. I wonder what you call me?" Nigris said politely.
This is so difficult for it. Remember to ask other people's names.
"We are all travelers in the Land of Perdition, why should we remember each other's names? Goodbye." The undead waved his hand freely, and the bone horse that was connected to his soul immediately accelerated and ran towards the end of the horizon.
After running all the way and losing sight of Ange and others, the carriage suddenly braked and stopped, and the undead emerged from the roof of the car, looking in the direction of the relay tower.
Ange and his party had turned into a small white dot and moved under the relay tower.
The brazier in the carriage suddenly ignited again, and the face of the Lord of Terror was revealed in the flames.
The undead immediately scolded: "You devil, I really can't trust you. Are you so scary when you run so fast?"
"Aren't I afraid of being discovered by them? That unicorn is very sensitive to demonic scents." The Lord of Terror explained.
"Unicorn?" The undead was stunned, where did the unicorn come from?
"You couldn't have noticed that the horse they were riding was a unicorn, right?" the devil was surprised.
"Isn't it a horse? Where are its horns?" the undead was surprised.
"Covered by that big cat..."
The undead and the demon looked at each other, feeling that the other was not very reliable.
"Stop talking, stop talking, hurry up, lest you miss the opportunity for the relay spirit to sleep during the handover," the devil urged.
"What about you?" Undead asked.
"I will help you keep an eye on the carriage to prevent it from being stolen," the devil said.
The undead curled his lips and said angrily: "I have to do everything, and you are just the car watcher."
Despite what he said, the undead still took the initiative to float towards the relay tower.
Looking at the shadow of the undead retreating, the demon's expression slowly became serious, and he thought to himself:
"If I let you know that there is a being in that pile of things that can speed up life, you will probably demand to see the car. It's really unlucky to meet these guys again. Fortunately, he is an undead and will not be affected by it.
The influence of life acceleration, and he is also a powerful magician. I hope he will not be defeated like those exterminators."
While the undead and the demon were talking, Ange and his party came to the relay tower. From a distance, they saw a lich standing on his toes and looking at lust. When he saw Ange and his party, he felt as if he was seeing a relative.
, Sayazi came up to meet him.
Of course, this was his reaction when he didn't see it clearly. When he saw it clearly, he stopped in confusion: "Are you... so poor?"
Five things riding one horse, this is something that the poor can do.
"Ah? Not poor, oh, we have great power." Nigris was confused by the question. It took him a while to react, flew up, and patted Lightning's butt.
As soon as he finished speaking, he was kicked by lightning's hoof and kicked away like a ball: "Who do you think is a horse?"
Nigris flew back and said angrily: "I'll take care of you later." He turned to the lich who came up to him and said, "Hello, hello, we are here to take over the relay station. My name is Nigris. Why?
What do you call me?"
The Lich looked at Ange and his party up and down, his cloudy eyes full of hesitation and distrust: "My name is Horchuk, are you really here to replace me? Can you handle it?"
Horchuk, who had wanted to be freed for a long time, just asked casually whether the replacement could be decided or not. He didn't care. After verifying the identities of Ange and others, he brought everyone into the relay without saying a word.
tower and walked to the top floor.
Can you imagine how a person would feel after looking at the tower in a deserted place for thirty years, and then someone would come to replace him immediately? He would definitely not want to stay for a second longer. This is the mood of Khorchuk, he
I stayed here for three hundred years.
As for whether someone would want to deceive him or do something to the relay spirit, he was not worried at all. As long as he understood what kind of existence the relay spirit was, there would be no such worries.
The relay spirit is the most precious thing in a relay tower. It is essentially a spirit body, the kind without intelligence, but the strength of its soul is very high, even higher than that of higher undead creatures such as the Undead Saint and the Golden Skeleton.
Dozens of times more powerful.
Yes, dozens of times.
The thought of a golden skeleton can cover a maximum distance of three to five kilometers, but a relay spirit can cover a distance of forty kilometers.
Relying on the ultra-long coverage distance of the relay spirit, within the coverage range of its thoughts, the information sent by the communication domino can be transmitted to all the coverage areas of the relay spirit.
Excluding these functions, the relay spirit is essentially a super spirit body whose thoughts can cover forty kilometers. Want to harm it? It might explode your soul with just one glance at you.
If it weren't for its lack of intelligence, these relay spirits would definitely become a very terrifying group of beings in the Immortal Empire.
But the most important reason why no one dares to challenge it is because they are Harvey's people. Although they have no intelligence, they have memory. Whoever hurts it will be remembered by it and sent to Harvey, haha.
, pray that you are remembered by a lord of mourning.
So Horchuk didn't think that anyone would harm a relay spirit unless it didn't want to live anymore. As a night watchman, his task was not to protect the relay spirit, but to feed it soul energy on time and replenish its daily energy.
Consume it so that it can keep working every day.
Otherwise, these unintelligent spiritual beings would like nothing more than to sleep. If no one controls them, they will fall asleep easily.
A group of people climbed to a door in the middle of the tower. Horchuk searched around and found a switch under a pile of cobwebs. He said awkwardly: "I haven't used it in hundreds of years. I almost forgot about it."
Where is it?"
Pulling out the dirt on it, Horchuk pressed it hard, uh, it got stuck and didn't move.
"Still stuck?" Nigris poked his head curiously. The World Transfer Station has not been used for more than a thousand years, and there is no jam. The teleportation arrays in the Temple of the Undead and Devil's Valley are broken. Enter the soul energy.
They will be repaired automatically.
With this kind of automatic repair ability, it has never seen the buildings of the Immortal Empire get stuck.
Horchuk awkwardly pushed hard, harder, and harder. If he was still alive, he would probably be sweating profusely. He finally pressed the switch and said: "It has been useless for too long. You will take over in the future."
, let’s add some oil every few decades.”
As the switch was pressed, the entire relay tower began to tremble slightly. After a while, everyone suddenly felt that the powerful soul above their heads fell silent.
In fact, as soon as we get close to the relay tower, everyone can feel the powerful relay spirit. Except for Ange, everyone else feels quite oppressive. Even the most jumping little angel has become quieter. Now this kind of oppression
The feeling disappeared.
As the sense of oppression disappeared, a cloud of gray mist quietly floated to the bottom of the tower and slowly moved up the tower.
Horchuk waited for a short while before opening the door and continuing to climb to the top of the tower.
Soon, everyone arrived at the top of the tower and immediately saw the huge soul flame in the magic circle, which was as big as a basin.
The soul fire of a normal undead creature is only about the size of a fist. The soul fire of this relay spirit is at least a hundred times that of an ordinary undead creature.
Nigris understood the operation of the relay spirit at a glance: "So that's it. No wonder it has such high intensity."
Horchuk was stunned for a moment: "What kind?"
Nigris smiled mysteriously and did not answer. This is a good method. Using this method, Ange can also create such a powerful spirit body. How can he tell others casually?
Horchuk did not ask further questions. Anyway, his only idea now was to hand over the matter as soon as possible, and he was not interested in other things, so he took a step forward.
At this moment, a ball was thrown in from the window, landed next to the relay spirit, exploded violently, and a thought rushed out, imprinted on the sleeping relay spirit.
Everyone was stunned by this turn of events. Ange was the first to react and swooped out of the window. He only saw an undead floating quickly towards the bottom of the tower.
Without saying a word, Ange fired the explosive fireball and shot it over.
The undead soul condensed into form, with a look of surprise on its face. Apparently, it was not expected that Ange would react so quickly.
But when he saw Ange's exploding fireball, there was a trace of doubt and disdain on his face. The doubt was because the magic was cast by a skeleton. Can a skeleton learn magic?
The disdain is because he actually used magic in front of him? He is an undead mage.
The undead waved his hand gently, and the explosive fireball that shot up unexpectedly dissipated - deprivation.
A high-level magician can deprive the enemy of control of the elements through elemental interference and mental suppression. This method will be more effective as the magic is farther away from the opponent and closer to itself.
"I can't believe that you, a mentally retarded skeleton, can actually learn magic. Who is your teacher?" the undead asked curiously.
Ange tilted his head: "No."
"You don't have a teacher? Who did you learn your magic from?" The undead were more interested in Ange's teacher. It was an incredible feat to be able to teach a skeleton magic.
"Made by myself." Ange responded truthfully.
The undead seemed to have heard a big joke: "Hahaha, don't you even dare to tell me who taught you magic? Did you create it yourself? Can you, a mentally retarded skeleton, create your own magic? Then I am the God of Magic! Let the real
Let the magician teach you what magic is."
The undead was angered by Ange's answer. He stretched out his hand in front of him, and a batch of exploding fireballs that were exactly the same as those that Ange had cast before appeared in front of the undead.
It can be seen that the magic level of this undead is indeed not high. What he cast is not the fourth-level regular bursting fireball, but the second-level compressed trumpet bursting fireball.
With just one move from Ange, he was able to reproduce it perfectly, which shows his extremely high level of magical harmony.
He wants to use the same exploding fireball to blow apart this mentally retarded skeleton who tells lies without blinking an eye. Although this is a very rare skeleton that can learn magic, this is not its capital to lie and create its own magic?
Even though I am a mage, I have never created my own magic.
As soon as he finished speaking, the undead saw Ange making exactly the same action as him, wiping his palm in front of him and creating a row of exploding fireballs.