It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 1652 Experimenters, please try your best to survive (monthly ticket adds 19 updates)
Chapter 1652 Experimenters, please try your best to survive (monthly ticket adds 19 updates)
"...Get out!"
Gretel was so ready to spray him in front of his face. Indeed, Black Crow Swamp lacked corpses, lacked high-quality corpses, and lacked high-quality caster corpses. It was in short supply at all times;
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 territory, may only have a population of one or two hundred. There may be thirty or forty warriors, or young and middle-aged men. They are all warriors and spellcasters. Sorry, it would be nice to have one.
Already;
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 Swamp rushed up to the experiment while it was still being prepared and squatted there waiting for the corpse! The experiment in the Mage Tower is aimed at success every time, at least every experimenter goes safely.
!
"...You're not going to convince them to bring out a few more corpses, are you?"
This sentence swirled on the tip of Gretel's tongue, and then swirled again, and finally he swallowed it. Alas, I was suspicious in my heart, and it would be too hurtful to ask it 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, so 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 and bowed his head:
"Then it's settled! I'm going to draw up a spell contract. Once it's drafted, I'll come back to you for review!"
Thank God, Master Nordmark agreed! Although the corpse of the spellcaster is very important - the corpse of the alien spellcaster is even more important, but no matter what, it can't compare with the trust and attention of the Plague Lord!
Only by getting rid of the Plague Lord can they have a steady stream of research projects and resources, and only then can everyone advance!
The Necromancer's work is progressing very smoothly. For those small tribes in the dragon territory, a corpse, even the corpse of a spellcaster, 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 arrange the funeral, so they won't let the children
We are tired..."
"Sir, could you please change to another 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..."
Grete held his chin in his hand and listened silently to the negotiation process relayed by the tower spirit without saying a word.
Alas, in this world, struggling to survive is really too hard. 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?
Gretel tapped his fingertips on the table, and then again. After more than ten taps, he finally made up his mind and coughed lightly:
"Tower spirit, call up 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..."
Taling worked 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 turned into a table, and the table turned 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, oiling the soles of the feet, twice a day, activation rope, three times a day..."
"Corpse purchase agreement...an identification spell talisman, which can trigger the identification spell once a week..."
Gretel held his chin in one hand, and unconsciously scratched back and forth on the table with the other hand. As a third-level spell caster, if it were me, would I be willing to trade it for a scorching ray staff?
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. As long as the magic staff does not break down, it 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, feeling that it looked unreliable. After thinking for a while, he knocked on the table again, and a scale appeared out of thin air on the large solid wood table——
It's crude, rough, rickety, and even the scales don't look very accurate. It's just a gadget made by [Magic Trick]. 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", and one "live";
On the right tray, 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 scale swayed left and right, but no result could be obtained. Grete shook his head, hooked his fingers, and the "Language Understanding" square flashed a few times, turning into "Wild Power":
Well, in this case, it looks much better. Grete felt his conscience and felt that if it were him, he would try his best to hold on and survive.
Instead, 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..."
However, knowing the language, knowing the language, knowing the language. Gretel flipped through ten plans from beginning to end, and all the infusion spells he found were "knowing the language". He knocked on the table again and raised his voice:
"Ta Ling, help me pick up Ms. Katharina. - Hello? Ms. Katharina, are you free? Can I come over and ask for advice?"
It was impossible for Grete to come in person to "ask for advice". After he said these words, Ms. Katharina finished the spell-casting work at hand and immediately went upstairs in person.
Gretel didn't talk around in circles, asked her to sit down, gave her some tea, and then asked for advice:
Why are all the injected spells [Language Comprehensive]?
This spell is useless!
It cannot increase 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, after mastering [Language Proficiency], can step on this pedal and move to a higher position!
"It's like this. When we explore outside, we have one principle for researching each tribe: try not to disrupt the balance of the tribes."
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 to
It’s not up to us, is it?”
This is a direction that Gretel did not expect. 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 is convenient for adding 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 has not reached Grete's chest, and the tall one is two people taller than Grete. The old man has a snow-white beard and his hair has fallen out, and the young man is high-spirited. From left to right, they line up in a row, either raising their heads or lowering their heads, staring at Grete.
face.
"...In this casting, 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."