Chapter 59: Can you ‘eat’ the liquid of death’s breath?
What is the liquid condensed by the wind of rest? Is it the liquefied breath of death?
"It should be the condensation of a strong aura of death." Everyone gathered together to watch. After studying for a while, they came to a conclusion. Then someone asked: "What's the use?"
"Don't discuss its use yet. Install it first. It seems to be escaping." They were trying to install it, but when they were installing it, everyone discovered that this thing was weird.
It's a liquid, more like fog. It disperses as soon as it moves, and disappears when it disperses. It's like dry and frozen fog, only more solid.
After a lot of work, about two hundred milliliters of the 'liquid' of death breath was put into a one hundred milliliter glass bottle, and the rest was lost.
After closing the lid and waiting for it to settle, only half of it was left, that is to say, only a quarter was packed, and the rest was scattered. Feilin was so distressed that he beat his feet and chest.
"Sir, can you leave these dead breath liquids and immortal spring stones for me to study?" Feilin asked.
He is extremely curious about this liquid of death breath. The wind of rest has been blowing for thousands of years. This is the first time he has seen the wind of rest in liquid form. Needless to say, there must be countless secrets in it. Maybe
Can unlock the origin of the wind of rest.
As for the Everlasting Spring Stone, although it was very valuable, Feilin knew that Ange had a lot of it, so he had the courage to ask for it. Otherwise, if the bottle in his hand was used up, he would have no materials to continue his research.
Ange didn't care at all. He nodded, then pointed at the corpses of the twenty heavily armored swordsmen and said, "Mine."
"Ah? All of them?" Feilin's heart ached. These heavy-armored swordsmen were all good materials with strong physiques, but what was more precious was the heavy armor on their bodies.
This world is short of iron and craftsmen, and no one has the luxury to make a pair of heavy armor weighing seventy or eighty kilograms, let alone more than twenty pairs. When he and Anna distributed the spoils, the focus was on these heavy armors.
I originally thought that Ange wouldn't want these things. Ange was not interested in the equipment of the two Paladins last time. He didn't expect that he would take them all away this time.
Although his body ached, Feilin did not hesitate at all and quickly had the body packed and sent to Ange. After all, his wife had run away with Ange, so a few corpses were nothing.
"No need." Ange picked up the corpses and moved them one by one to the Palace of Rest.
The huge load capacity made Feilin and Anna's teeth sore with envy. They also had space rings, but it would be great to decorate them with gold and silver treasures and confidential documents. Twenty corpses weighed almost two tons. They had never heard of it being able to carry them.
A two-ton space ornament.
After loading up the loot, the four "men" of Ange rode on Lightning and ran towards Lich City. He had already left Lich City for three days and two nights, and he didn't know what happened to the crops in the farmland.
It was not because he was afraid that no one would water the beet, so he ordered the tauren aunt to water it on time, but because he was afraid that the tauren family would eat up all the beet leaves.
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After returning to Lich City and taking care of the crops in the fields, Ange climbed to the top of the pit and moved out the largest stone tablet of the Everlasting Spring. After a night of blowing, Ange collected five large buckets of dead breath liquid.
Take out the corpses of the heavy-armored swordsmen, soak two of them in the liquid of death breath, bury two of them in the breathing soil, apply sacred essence to two of them, treat them with facial cleansing technique, and carry two to the top of the pit.
, throwing them directly on the ground to expose them to the wind of rest.
There are five control groups in total, ready to see which one is the best for handling the corpse.
The remaining ten were all reincarnated into zombies under Nigris' persuasion.
"Don't you think you exposed a very serious problem in this battle?" Nigris asked.
Ange shook his head.
"Your Reaper's Scythe has too many restrictions, and the magic attacks are too weak to do any damage. The Angel Skeleton can only do one big move. The little zombies can wander around just fine, but they can't be blocked from the front. If you encounter a similar heavy armored sword next time,
I'm a warrior, but I'm not afraid of your Death Scythe, so what are you using to block it?!" asked Negris.
Ange stretched out his hand and pointed at it.
"Me? You want me to block it? I'm only half a meter long! Can you have some conscience? You'll die!" Nigris was furious.
Ange tilted his head: "I won't die."
Nigris was choked. Yes, he is a projection now. Even if his body is exploded, he will not die. And if he thinks about it carefully, he is really a suitable shield. The scales are resistant to hard magic and have high resistance.
It's not so easy to cut it with a move, perfect shield.
Then isn’t he born to withstand guns?
It was a mess, and Nigris wanted to scratch his head with his little short claws, and roared: "Isn't there something ready-made here! Can't you resurrect them to block the gun for you! Are you a fool? You led me astray!!
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"Oh." Under Negris's angry 'persuasion', Ange transformed these corpses into zombies, and then discovered a problem. The equipment was too heavy and the new zombies could not carry it.
This was embarrassing. Nigris scratched his face in embarrassment: "Can't you carry it? Are zombies so weak? It was a mistake."
The heavily armored zombie had no way to go, so Nigris could only think of other ways. After much deliberation, the best way turned out to be to use it to block the gun.
"Zobada, I am the Brass Dragon. I am the God of Knowledge, not a shield. Wait a minute. Leave this breastplate to me. I will ask Filmin to change it. Leave this round shield to me as well. Oops, morning
If you know it, you won't let Lightning be your mount, at least the mount is not as dangerous as the shield."
Nigris sighed, for he had no good intentions in tricking Lightning into becoming his mount. He wanted to get rid of the fate of his own mount, but he didn't expect to be reduced to a shield, and he was so angry.
Two days have passed, and the corpses of the remaining five control groups have changed. The corpses soaked in the breath of death liquid completed the toughening process in just two days, and two soul fires were born on them.
Became a bast zombie.
In other words, two bast zombies were born after being soaked in the dead breath liquid in just two days, which was more than thirty times faster than the baby zombies.
It took several months for the little zombie to complete the process of bastization. This is still based on its fast speed and diligent hunting every day. If it wanders unconsciously, it may not be able to toughen in a year or two.
When you scrape open the skin and flesh, you can see that the zombie's bones have become very strong, with fewer holes than normal bones. If you continue to soak, the bones and skin will be further strengthened, and the effect is the same as Ange channeling the cold breath of the wind of rest.
Not everyone knows how to channel that cold aura, but there is one person in the temple who does not. The silver skeleton has been sweeping the floor in the temple for a thousand years. Under normal circumstances, its soul should have grown to the point where it can condense its soul.
The heart opens up wisdom, and the bones transform into golden skeletons.
However, it didn't. As if a key link was missing, the evolution of the Silver Skull stopped and has remained at the original level until today.
Everything will go backwards if it does not advance. There has been no progress in a thousand years. The bones of the Silver Skeleton cannot be seen carefully. They are full of small holes with loose bones. Fortunately, it is a Silver Skeleton, otherwise it would have decayed long ago.
On the second night, he stored five more barrels of death breath liquid. Ange transferred them to the Palace of Rest, preparing to take them to the temple to give the Silver Skeleton a dip. Who knew that as soon as he entered the Palace of Rest, something strange happened.
, the liquid of death breath dissipated at an unprecedented speed, and less than half of it was gone in the blink of an eye.
Ange tilted his head in confusion, and called Negris back. The two of them watched blankly as the death breath liquid in the five barrels continued to dissipate, and finally disappeared without a trace.
"Is this place going to 'eat' the liquid of death's breath?" Nigris said in surprise.