A huge iron pot was boiling and steaming, while Isabella and others were watching curiously.
This iron pot was provided by Isabella. It has been enchanted with multiple magic crafts. It has super acid resistance, flame resistance and impact resistance. It is a special tool for cooking magic ingredients.
It is said that some directional magic kitchen utensils also have seals and weakened inscriptions, which are very luxurious magic props.
Because for some magical ingredients, their extraordinary activity and dangerous power still pose a certain threat to chefs who are not strong enough.
Of course, Yi Qiu doesn't need to pay attention to these. As a dragon cook who can transform monsters into ingredients.
He hammered all living monsters to death, and the remaining flesh and blood naturally had no threat to him.
"I have met orcs from Draenor - they are the followers of a mage who came to the Tower of the White Lizard as a guest."
"Some are similar to the orc soldiers we encountered in the battle, but they are stronger and more disciplined..."
"They should be elite soldiers of their tribe, but I don't know how they were recruited by that mage."
Piccolo looked at Yi Qiu who was constantly throwing dragon meat into the cauldron. The obvious tear marks on the pieces of meat made him raise his eyebrows - he understood the meaning of these marks.
"Oh, by the way, I remember that you seemed to be planning to recruit followers. Are you interested in orcs?"
Isabella looked through her memory with her mind. To her, memory was like a collection of images that could be retrieved at will.
However, memories that are too long ago will lose color and even sound due to certain factors that she cannot understand for the time being.
"There's nothing valuable in their brains..."
"But as a soldier, it's really good."
Isabella had previously extracted the remaining consciousness of the dead orc warriors, but had not harvested enough useful material.
After all, those orc warriors were re-condensed from the soul remnants of dead soldiers through the power of time and space. Excluding the power of time and space, there is no essential difference between them and mindless wandering souls.
"No, it is well known that the Tower of White Lizard is an academic organization. Except for the archmage of the four-person White Lizard Council who has some followers, other mages hire or make golems to serve as guardians of their own spell rooms."
"But academic mages also need to take risks, so here I am - teammates are always more trustworthy than followers, aren't they?"
Piccolo spread his hands and said.
He is not a political mage, but the ambition for the Archmage robe issued by the Arcane Association (requires mage level 20 or outstanding spell research results of level 8 or above) is what every academic mage should aspire to.
This is a supreme honor and a recognition of one's own magic path.
He was wondering whether he should apply to his tutor for magic books such as "Beast Series Enhanced Buf Full Set Refurbished Edition.f" and "Extreme Speed - Silent Realm". After all, he is currently majoring in the Tower of White Lizard.
Mainstream Research Spells: In-depth development of enchantment spells.
The friendship of battle certainly has its own unique weight, but for this more rational mage of the White Lizard Tower, he believes that giving himself a higher value is an important lubricant that can maintain friendship.
He was able to become a level 15 mage in an academic organization as an apprentice with a relatively ordinary background.
Not just because of his intelligence, but because he is willing to use part of it for things other than magical research.
For a moment, Bickz was in a daze.
Memories of the old days couldn't help but come to mind. He still remembered the young boy holding the apprenticeship application form.
Decades passed by in a blink of an eye. During this period, there were ignorant loves, pounding hearts, perhaps regrets, the urge to give up, being suppressed, excluded, ridiculed, angry, and cursed...
But in the end, everything was immersed in the abyss of magic books, and everything was submerged under this calm face with a little silver on the temples.
He knew that he was destined not to become a great arcanist, but he still longed for some small achievements in this area.
Just a small one is enough...
"Is it cooked?"
At this moment, Isabella's clear voice woke him up from his memories.
Piccoloz stepped forward and took a look. There was still red dragon meat in the pot. He smiled hoarsely:
"Half-cooked, it's still early, let's cook it again..."
It’s still early, I can still cook for another fifty or sixty years…
Piccolo murmured softly.
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Following a faint golden light that heralded the end, a line of prompt information began to appear on Yi Qiu's retina:
"Based on your Dragon Cooker level, you receive food: Temperature of Destiny - Dragon Chowder."
Temperature of Destiny-Dragon Chowder:
Property changes:
1. The recovery amount is increased from a large amount to a huge amount, but the digestion time is increased to 30 minutes.
2. The burning damage of the scalding stomach effect is increased to 1-5 points of fire penetration damage (based on the character's related spell resistance, when calculating each fire damage, the character has a certain probability of being directly immune to this type of damage), with additional recovery
Gain increased to 50%.
ps: This type of gain effect cannot be superimposed with similar effects. When obtaining other spell gains, the highest value will be used as the actual effect.
3. The deliciousness of this food has been greatly improved.
4. New special effects:
Temperature of Destiny: 10 seconds after eating the food, the eater needs to make a will test. If the test fails, the most profound fire spell effect in the character's memory will be fed back as a soul-derived spell with the full effect of the spell (the highest correlation
Fire spells are level 5).
ps: The damage type of this derivative spell is penetrating psychic energy, which is not fatal. However, if timely treatment is not provided, the character may die from the negative effects of the subsequent spells of the derivative spell.
ps: If the eater does not have such a spell memory, one will be triggered randomly within the spells (fireball, flame ray, blazing ball, purgatory fire).
Looking at Yi Qiufa's food information in the chat channel, the expressions of several teammates watching were a little subtle.
"Want a bite?"
Yi Qiu held a large pot of dragon meat chowder that looked brightly red and looked at everyone and said.
The dragon meat chowder soup did not show a too scary temperature. Except for the temperature leaking from the iron pot itself, the entire soup did not leak any heat.
Maybe it was the Cerberus milk, but there was still a milky fragrance and a strange burnt smell in the air.
"No, no, I just finished eating and need to fix it."
Several people waved their hands and expressed that they were full, and their appetite dropped to freezing point.
Yi Qiu touched his bald head, and while the Boiling Blood female warrior secretly placed the healing potion in her backpack on the first grid, she tentatively scooped up a large spoonful of dragon meat chowder with the stainless steel round spoon used as a stirrer, and then drank it.