Author: Bu Diu

But that's what latecomers need to consider.

Dean didn't intend to waste too much energy on this.

He has a lot of things on hand right now. Once he gets involved in something like a familiar, it is destined to be difficult to get rid of. Various combinations may appear. Just tracking and observing it is a big project.

This kind of time-consuming and low-limit subject is best left to newcomers to practice.

After cleaning up the mess, Dean returned to the previous room with the tested materials.

The monster that had been robbed of its origin was still languishing in the corner, as if its entire body had been hollowed out. The desolate scene highlighted the dazzling glory of those primitive insects in the air.

Dean stopped a primitive insect and pulled it to his eyes.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but I always felt that these magic pets didn't seem to have just lit up.

He pondered for a moment, then waved his hand and used his spiritual power to create a net, gathering all the demon pets together. The demon pets that were wagging their tails leisurely just now shrank into a ball.

Before they could react, Dean took the bag of primitive bugs and moved them to the laboratory.

In the dim environment, the original insects emitted a stronger light than before. Dean let go of the mental power that restrained them, and the demon pets almost impatiently swung their tails and flew to every corner of the room.

Like several strange-shaped river lanterns, they instantly create a mysterious and strange atmosphere.

"Here."

Kana really couldn't appreciate this kind of "art" that was a bit advanced for a demon pet. She turned on the light, looked at the dim primitive insect, and put the monster cage aside.

"...By the way, I almost forgot about these ones."

It wasn't until he put down the monster cage that Dean remembered that there were still several "victims" waiting for him.

He smiled coquettishly, put on his gloves, and opened the eyelids of the monster.

"I always feel that this state is a bit familiar..."

Dean looked at the lamp and carefully observed the World of Warcraft's eyes. The slow reaction gave him a strong sense of déjà vu.

It's like I've seen it somewhere before.

This kind of mechanical, seemingly brainless state...

Dean's hand movements paused, and he suddenly realized with hindsight that this dull feeling was a bit like those domesticated monsters.

"Raise your hand?"

He gave the command tentatively.

The monsters were indifferent.

"Call twice?"

Warcraft: "..."

"...Lie down?"

Kana: "Here."

It was originally lying down.

Dean checked the data changes of Warcraft again and said casually: "I just wanted to see if it would stand up."

But that doesn't seem to be the case.

Dean touched his chin, thoughtfully.

Although these monsters did not obey his orders, they also did not resist, which was very strange.

You should know that according to Dean's past relationship with beasts, as long as he got close to a monster, even if it was administered a lethal dose of anesthetic, he would have to get up and spit at him.

So a monster with a defective origin will lose its aggressiveness towards other beings?

In order to verify this guess, Dean opened the cage directly and put his hand in.

A hand that exuded provocation from the wrist to the fingertips was placed from the cage door to under his nose, but the expression of the monster did not change, and even his eyes were stingy in giving him a look.

There is nothing more sorrowful than the feeling of loneliness that comes from a dead heart.

Dean took back his hand, almost certain that his guess was correct.

He checked and found that the lost origins of the monsters were not too much, at least it did not match the desolate attitude they showed.

Dean dared to say that this would not be the case for any other life form whose origin was damaged.

Therefore, he concluded that the occurrence of this kind of situation among Warcraft was absolutely inseparable from their own special structure.

And judging from the existing cases, this is not impossible.

It is said that the elves tamed the monsters from their origin. This can be seen from the side that there is a relatively close connection between the origin and the spirit and will of the monsters.

Based on this point, and further reasoning, it is not too far-fetched to guess that being robbed of their origin will affect their strong desire to attack.

But what made Dean more concerned was that after losing its aggressiveness, the Warcraft completely withered, as if it had lost its soul.

This shows that their will and spiritual level are basically filled with aggressive desires, leaving little room for other emotions.

Even though Dean had long been aware of the nature of World of Warcraft during such a long period of observation and interaction, he still couldn't help but shake his head and sigh with such straightforward facts before his eyes.

A true weapon of war.

After giving special marks to several monsters, Dean called Kana over and ordered: "Bring these to Lucy and ask her to help me check the changes in the 'field'."

He has some thoughts on the current state of Warcraft. Whether he can achieve his wish depends on whether the origin plundered by the primitive insects will be reflected in the "field".

After sending Kana and the Warcraft away, Dean began to prepare for experiments on origin extraction.

Verbal planning and actual actions are two different things. He needs more data support before he dares to practice it on the warlock.

Of course, the guinea pig is still a monster. Dean went around the animal farm and caught several different monsters. He looked at the vivid faces in the cage with gnashing teeth even though they had no strength, and finally erased them.

He felt awkward about just interacting with the empty-shell monster.

However, this feeling of relief soon faded away when Dean saw the original insect.

He just picked a magic beast, and the light on these magic pets dimmed a little.

At this rate, it is estimated that within a few days, the source they plundered will completely disappear.

Dean grabbed a primitive insect and brought it to his eyes. He frowned and thought about ways to retain this energy.

Although the amount is not large, it still comes from low-level monsters, and the value is low, but it is still the original energy, and most people cannot extract it if they want to, so it is a pity to waste it like this.

Even if they cannot be preserved, at least there must be a channel for reuse. Otherwise, he will continue to extract the sources. If they are extracted but have no place to use, they can only be allowed to dissipate. Wouldn't it be a waste of resources?

Forget about Dean, all the monsters will die in peace.

Dean started brainstorming.

It is definitely a fool's errand to expect primitive insects to absorb these original energies on their own. They have nowhere to digest these sources. The energy in them is just like a light bulb when it is used to death. If it is used, it will run out of power.

Still have to find another way.
Chapter completed!