Chapter 1656 Necromancers, Do You Want to Piss Me Off? !

"Mage Nordmark is recruiting testers! He's recruiting testers!"

"A third-level to fourth-level spell caster! A third-level to fourth-level spell caster! Use memory weaving to forcefully inject the spell model!"

"The subjects need to cooperate with the test! They are under the care of healers! The risk is very high, and you are responsible for your own life and death!"

The tern Baka flapped its wings and cut through the sky. Flying from one settlement to another, from one Dragon Clan territory to another Dragon Clan territory...

The half-legendary tern can fly all over the territory of an adult dragon in one day. In ten days, it can fly around tens of thousands of square kilometers and notify all the intelligent tribes in the ten or eight territories!

"Can we recruit experimenters this way?"

Grete asked in a low voice, very skeptical. You are conceited about life and death! The risk is very high! One bad move will lead to death!

And there’s no pay! In other words, the only reward is the possibility of learning a new spell...

"Don't worry, we can definitely recruit you." Golden Dragon Thorngraf gave him a look that said, "You simply don't know the sufferings of the world":

"Do you know what they will do for a chance to become a dragon warrior? A tribe will ignite all the warriors and go into the mountains to fight and hunt the strongest monsters for a chance to advance. Let us fancy; fancy

If several tribes only have one chance, they will even attack each other and kill each other's strongest warriors in one wave to ensure that this opportunity falls to their own tribe;

Barbarians will marry their most beautiful girls to cloud giants, and dwarfs will offer their most precious treasures to lizardmen..."

"Isn't it forbidden to attack each other?"

Gretel blurted out. Jinlong shrugged:

"Yes, these guys are our property. In theory, they are not allowed to attack each other - in theory. But you know, there are always times when one cannot see clearly..."

Grete shut up silently. He turned his head and looked at the vast, barren land outside the mage tower, and let out a long sigh:

"well……"

The lives of the creatures on this land are too hard...

Dragon Island is located in the northernmost part of the New World. It is cold and barren, and it snows for five or six months a year. Only the toughest plants and trees can grow. They rush to sprout, grow leaves, and bloom in the summer, working hard to absorb nutrients and store them for the long winter...

The yellow squirrel has to dig deep burrows to store a little bit of food;

Reindeer have to dig through thick snow to eat grass buds and moss beneath the snow;

Wolves and bears have to travel ten kilometers or dozens of kilometers to find enough food to feed themselves and raise their cubs...

And humans, or in other words, intelligent creatures, naturally cannot live well in such a world. They ran, they hunted, they dug up the newly thawed soil and carefully planted food.

On one acre of land, 10 kilograms of wheat are planted, hoping to harvest a hundred kilograms next year.

This is a harvest that the Kingdom of Kent completely looks down upon and will be laughed at loudly by skilled farmers. They need to fight against the sky, against the earth, against wild boars and reindeer, against sparrows and grouse...

Being able to become a dragon warrior, or even being able to advance to the first level, means stronger combat power and richer hunts.

It means that if you go hunting today, you don’t need to avoid the wild boar when you see it, but you can find a way to kill it and carry it back. It means that the little cub at home can get a bite of meat...

This means that in addition to paying tribute to the noble dragon clan, the owner of the territory, there is no need to pay tribute to other surrounding tribes. You can even receive tributes from other tribes!

As for death——

What is death?

In such a barren and difficult land, who can expect to live to a very old age and die in bed? That is a treatment that only the strongest spellcasters, those who are favored by the dragon clan, can have!

What does it matter if you pay the price of your life in order to advance!

"Do you think this kind of opportunity comes very often?" The golden dragon Thorngraf continued to squint at Gretel:

"We select Dragon Vein Warriors - except for the time when Vaska made a bet with that person - we only select them once every ten years, or even decades! When young dragons establish territories, they will be more relaxed, and then there will be no such good thing. !”

Grete curled her lips, curled her lips, and curled her lips again. Dragon-veined warriors are not produced without limit. Even the bloodline given to you by the dragon clan requires the consumption of strength. If you consume too much, it will slow down the speed of your advancement——

Is it easy to use memory weaving to infuse the spell model? That's a nine-ring spell! Nine rings!

That is to say, there are nine-level spell casters in the research team who happen to be able to use this spell, so they can cast three, five, ten, eight, twenty or thirty in one go without paying extra costs!

Why don't you try teaching spells directly to the caster instead?

What does a nine-ring spell cost?

A third-level spellcaster must rely on nine-level spells to learn second-level magic - even the king's biological son or the eldest son of a grand duke cannot afford this price...

On the first day after Tern Baka's flight, there were barbarian shamans, ogre magicians, and dwarf mages all around, packing up and heading on the road. After flying for ten days, he soon started flying in the second circle:

Guide the way for those who may not be very literate, cannot read maps, or can only understand the simplest stream of consciousness maps!

Take them to the Wizard's Tower!

Or, take the magician to the spell casters who are on their way, cast a teleportation spell, and pull them over directly! ——It’s up to them to catch up on their own, and don’t miss a few more if they arrive at the right time!

A high-level tern like him is surrounded by a large group of his own kind, or ravens, peregrine falcons, bar-headed geese, and black geese... to inform him. With him here, it is absolutely impossible for those spellcasters on their way to lose them~~~

"Thank you Baka. Thank you for your hard work!" Gretel reached out and touched the tern's feathers, and gave it a small fish - a third-level monster caught from the sea as a reward from the Silver Dragon's relatives.

Baka raised his head and swallowed the frozen fish. He combed his feathers proudly and began to report:

"Ten subjects will arrive today! One of them is from the territory. It is only half a day's land away from the mage tower. My subordinates have already gone to lead him! There are nine more who are farther away, and there are already mages there. received!"

"Great job, Baka!" Grete handed out another small fish:

"Thankfully you are here! Only because you found so many subjects can our experiment continue!"

The tern Baka held its head high and jumped up and down on the railing, its feathers shining a colorful black in the sun. After a long while, he flapped his wings and soared into the sky:

"Leave it to me! I will continue to help you find people! - Don't worry, with me, Tern Baka, you will never be short of experimental subjects!"

For Gretel, the more subjects, the better. However, for magicians who work diligently, the more experimental subjects, the better:

"Mage Nordmark, can we extend the time for people to come here?"

Ms. Katharina, who is of the enchanting and controlling type, was the first to complain. Although there are many people from the magic control system, there are only three magicians above level 17 and above, and she is the only one who knows [Memory Weaving].

In other words, all experimental tasks were placed on her alone!

Release nine-ring magic ten times a day!

ten times!

This Nordmark mage, what is nine-ring magic? Can I be released casually by eating and drinking?

"Well... if they feel very tired, I will tell them to slow down a bit..." Grete looked at her pale face and the beads of sweat on her forehead, and felt embarrassed:

"How many do you think is more appropriate to do in a day? Eight? Five? Or three?"

"..." Ms. Katharina was embarrassed. Performing nine-ring magic ten times a day is really a bone-crushing experience for her, squeezing her spirit and body to the limit. She needs to rest for three days after doing it;

Eight times a day, supplemented by enough medicine, food, meditation and rest, is exactly the amount that is relatively stressful and can promote one's own progress;

Five times a day is relatively easy, but three times a day is just fishing...

"Eight...eight times, but I need some auxiliary medicine and high-end food...and a special meditation room..."

Send one person away, and the next one will come again to complain. Archmage Bolu of the Alchemy Guild, one foot higher and one foot lower, with his hair covered in material powder debris, rushed to Gretel:

"Mage Nordmark, can we divide the subjects a little bit? You see... the barbarians are so tall, the dwarfs are so short, the cloud giants have heads bigger than pumpkins, and the lizard men have pointed heads... "

"So you need it?"

"We can't even make the adapted device!" Archmage Bolu's eyes were blank and his hands were trembling:

"To make a dragon egg measuring device, to make a measuring device for an intelligent race, each subject must make a different one! We are already working sixteen hours a day!!!"

Well, a magician must ensure eight hours of sleep every day to have enough spells the next day. Working sixteen hours a day means stuffing a sandwich into your mouth while still working on your hands——

Grete really wanted to ask them how to solve the problem of eating and drinking, and how to solve the problem of Lazarus. However, seeing the bloodshot eyes of Master Bolu, he could only sigh:

"Or, you can make the line connecting the probe longer? In that case, no matter whether you have a big head or a small head, you only need to stick the probe upward?"

Master Bolu staggered away. Before Grete could sigh, he was faced with the next question:

"Mage Nordmark," the necromancer who works in the mage tower, is always in a state of excitement. However, the person in front of Grete looked particularly excited, with his black robe flying, and almost gurgling black air:

"In this experiment, if a subject dies, what will happen to the body? - I mean, can their body be returned to Black Crow Swamp? We can buy it! We can give a batch of compensation to the subject tribe!"

Gretel couldn't hold his breath.

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