Chapter 1657 Experimenters, Please Try Your Best to Survive (Monthly Ticket Adds 19 Updates)
"……roll!"
Gretel was so happy to spray him in front of his face. Indeed, Black Crow Swamp is short of corpses, high-quality corpses, and high-quality caster corpses, all the time;
Indeed, the magic of [Memory Weaving], under high-intensity input, may indeed cause brain damage, cerebral hemorrhage, and endanger life. Especially when they conduct this test, they are originally intended to test the strength limit of the brain;
Indeed, these intelligent tribes, these small tribes in the Dragon Clan's territory, may only have a population of one or two hundred people. There may be thirty or forty warriors, or young and middle-aged men are all warriors. Spell casters, I'm sorry, it would be nice to have one;
The loss of a spell caster is huge. If Black Crow Swamp is willing to pay some compensation, it can at least get some blood back...
However, this is not the reason why Black Crow Marsh ran up to him while the experiment was still being prepared and squatted there waiting for the corpse! The purpose of conducting experiments in the Mage Tower is to succeed every time, or at least for every experimenter to go safely!
"...You're not going to convince them to bring out a few more corpses, are you?"
This sentence swirled on Gretel's tongue, then swirled again, and finally he swallowed it. Alas, I have doubts in my heart. It would be too hurtful to ask in person——
However, after he swallowed his words, his suspicious eyes were not completely suppressed. The necromancer who came to negotiate was experienced and knew what he was thinking at a glance. He quickly raised his hand and swore:
"Don't worry, we won't interfere with the experiment! - We can sign a magic contract! We can apply for tower spirit supervision and witness! We will never intentionally kill people, or try to push other magicians to kill people!"
Gretel smiled a little sheepishly. The necromancer who came to apply breathed a sigh of relief, bowed his head and saluted:
"Then it's settled! I'm going to draw up the magic contract. Once it's drafted, I'll come back to you for review!"
Thankfully, the Nordmark mage agreed! Although the corpse of a spellcaster is very important - the corpse of a foreign spellcaster is even more important, no matter what, it can't compare to the trust and attention of the Plague Lord!
Only when the Plague Lord is settled can they have a steady stream of research projects and resources, and only then can everyone advance!
The Necromancer's work was going very smoothly. For those small tribes in the dragon territory, a corpse, even the corpse of a spell caster, is of little use.
Being buried in peace is just a thought. The body can be sold to Black Crow Swamp in exchange for a piece of magic equipment, or a batch of potions or something——
"Of course I am willing! Sir, if I can't survive, I will sell my body to you! - By the way, there is no need to transport the body back after it is used up. It's quite troublesome for them to organize funerals, so they won't let the children We are tired..."
"Sir, could you please change to one more piece of magic equipment... You see, in addition to attacking, I also know some healing skills. If the children have minor illnesses or pains, I can still cure them..."
Gretel held his chin in his hand and listened silently to the negotiation process from the tower spirit without saying a word.
Alas, in this world, struggling to survive is really hard. It’s so hard that even if you become a spell caster, you have to find ways to sell your body for a good price...
By the way, will this mentality of "you can still have a guarantee even if you die" make them unwilling to persevere and feel that the benefits of death are more than that of living?
Grete tapped her fingertips on the table, and then tapped again. After knocking for more than ten times, he finally made up his mind and coughed lightly:
"Tower Spirit, retrieve the information of these spellcasters. Age, level, spells mastered, how many times a day they can be used...the more detailed the better."
"Retrieve Black Crow Swamp and the corpse purchase agreement they reached..."
"Bring up the experimental plan of the Charm Control system and let me see which spells are injected into them..."
Talling works extremely fast. There was a buzzing sound, and the magic crystal board lit up. One by one, information, agreements, and plans appeared on the crystal board as a directory.
After a pause, the catalog turns into a table, and the table turns into a projection, falling on the large white wall of the study:
"Gami Bonebreaker, ogre spellcaster, 38 years old, third level. Masters spells: bloodthirsty, three times a day, whipping, twice a day. A small amount of herbal healing ability."
"Corpse purchase agreement...a staff, three scorching rays per week..."
"Inject magic...know the language..."
"Pino Gear, dwarf spellcaster, 57 years old, level 4. Masters spells: slinging, three times a day, oil on the soles of the feet, twice a day, activated rope, three times a day..."
"Corpse purchase agreement...an identification spell talisman, which can trigger the identification spell once a week..."
"Inject magic...know the language..."
"Grosso Gust... Cloud Giant Spellcaster, Level 3..."
Gretel held his chin in one hand and scratched back and forth on the table with the other hand unconsciously. If a third-level spellcaster were to trade for a scorching ray staff, would I be willing to trade it for him?
If I were the chief or leader of this tribe, would I be willing to change?
Or, if I were this spellcaster, would I rather die in exchange for one more spell equipment for the tribe?
After all, spellcasters do not always exist, but magic staffs always exist. Spellcasters will be injured, sick, old, and die. The magic staff, as long as it does not break down, will always be preserved in this tribe and can be used forever...
If I were old... If my disciple, or my son, had embarked on the path of a spell caster, he could support the situation for the tribe...
Grete looked at it for a long time and felt that it looked unreliable. After thinking for a while, he knocked on the table again. On the large solid wood table, a scale appeared out of thin air——
It's crude, rough, shaky, and even the scales don't look very accurate. It's just a gadget that [Magic Trick] made at random. You can only simulate it, but you can't expect it to work.
Fortunately, Grete didn't expect it to be weighed seriously. He tapped it again with his fingertips, and a word appeared on the two pallets of the scale at the same time, "life" on the left and "death" on the right.
On the tray on the left, small red squares are placed one after another: three bloodthirsty spells, two whipping spells, one herbal treatment, one proficient in language, one "may live another 20 years", one "live";
On the tray on the right, there are small black squares: "The scorching rays are fired three times a week", "It can be used for a hundred years", "It's so tiring and painful to receive the transmission, I can't stand it anymore".
The balance wobbles left and right, but no result can be obtained. Gretel shook his head and twitched his fingers. The "Language Understanding" block flashed a few times and turned into "Wild Power":
Well, that looks a lot better. Gretel touched his conscience and felt that if it were him, he would try his best to hold on and survive.
And when you can't hold on any longer, you will think, "I'm so tired. I can support the tribe by selling the corpses, so give up..."
But, know the language, know the language, know the language. Grete flipped through ten plans from beginning to end, and all the injection spells he found were "Language Comprehensive". He knocked on the table again and raised his voice:
"Taling, help me pick up Ms. Katharina. - Hello? Ms. Katharina, are you free? Can I come over and ask for advice?"
It was impossible for Gretel to come in person to "ask for advice." As soon as he finished speaking, Ms. Katharina finished a spell-casting task at hand and immediately went upstairs in person.
Gretel didn't talk around in circles, asked her to sit down, gave her tea, and then asked for advice:
Why are all the spells injected into [Language Comprehensive]?
This spell is useless!
It cannot enhance lethality, cannot provide treatment, or even provide assistance!
Yes, it can effectively improve the learning efficiency of spellcasters and increase the upper limit of this tribe, but for these barbaric tribes on Dragon Island, it is almost useless!
It takes dozens or hundreds of spell casters to find a spell caster who can step on this pedal and move to a higher position after mastering [Language Proficiency]!
"It's like this. When we explore outside, we have one principle for researching each tribe: try not to disrupt the balance of the tribe."
Ms. Katharina is extremely experienced in this area and answered with a smile:
"When one tribe is strengthened, it will want to annex other tribes. If three or five tribes are strengthened, there will be great turmoil in this area. Although... they are always in turmoil, but it is best It’s not up to us, is it?”
This was a direction Gretel had not expected. Magicians are not in the mood to teach the people of a place and help them get rid of poverty and become rich. They are even rarely in the mood to conquer them.
Look, look at it from a distance and try not to interfere. This is the greatest restraint and compassion of the mages.
"Also, the [Language Understanding] spell makes it easy to add things to it." Ms. Katharina paused and couldn't help laughing:
"In order to test the limits of these spellcasters, more information can be stuffed into this spell..."
"dictionary?!"
Gretel blurted out. Ms. Catharina burst out laughing.
Speaking of this, Gretel had nothing to say about the choice of spells. Ms. Katharina looked at the scale on his table, pondered for a moment, and said slowly:
"Your concerns are reasonable. How about - in the name of the Mage Tower, give them some compensation and make an agreement that they will only get it back alive?"
"It would be great!"
The next day, eight spellcasters from different tribes, tall and short, old and young, stood in a row.
The short one is not even up to Grete's chest, and the tall one is two people taller than Grete. The old one has a snow-white beard and bald hair, while the young one is high-spirited. They lined up from left to right, looking up or down, staring at Grete's face.
"...In this cast, we will try our best to test the limits of your endurance. Your brains may explode, you may be paralyzed, you may die." Gretel put his hands behind his back and said slowly:
"...Everyone who survives without incident will receive a [Healing Leaf] as a gift, which can trigger [Cure Moderate Injuries] three times. Please try your best to hold on and survive."