The temple guards all had strange looks in their eyes. The necromancer brought down the entire audience with a single spell. He was obviously someone not to be trifled with, and the temple was at fault in this matter. It was easy for the priest to reach a compensation agreement with the other party, and he was able to dodge at a glance.
Damn, this guy is so stubborn, it’s wrong to pick on the opponent’s skeleton!
Are you sick? Is this?!
The little pastor John opened his mouth, raised his hands, and quickly covered it. There was a "whining" sound in his mouth, and the freckles on his face were twisted so much that they almost bulged out.
Spearman Raymond's mouth opened wide, shield warrior Vali's eyes widened, and archer Taung's red hair was almost on fire...
Little Grete, wake up!
This is the Necromancer, the Necromancer! Why are you talking about skeletons with him? What a child. Everyone seems to have grown up. How come he became so nagging after being enlightened by the God of Nature?
Priest Donald was lying on his back, being trampled by the big cat, and did not dare to move. But the big cat on him raised his head, and looked at Grete with a pair of golden eyes, then at the golden skull, and flicked its tail.
Full of interest.
With a pet like this, the necromancer was naturally more interested. He took a step forward, looked up at the skull's head, and then bent down to look at the pelvis. He looked left and right, but couldn't figure it out, so he turned and asked Gretel:
"...How do you look at this?"
"It's so easy!"
Gretel answered without thinking:
"Well, look, this skull..."
The golden skeleton was quite tall, and Gretel had to stand on tiptoes, which was a bit difficult. The golden skull turned its face and "looked" at him, then suddenly raised its hand to pick off its own head, holding the skull and handing it to Gretel. There were dark holes in the eye sockets.
Two flames were dancing in the palm of the skeleton's hand, staring at him eerily.
Gretel: "..."
You don't want to be like this, you are like this to me, Alexander...
He tried to calm down. No matter how the skeleton could pick off its own head, the gender of the skull would never change - as long as it didn't change, then he had something to say.
Of course, the anatomical characteristics of people from other worlds may be different, and that is another issue.
He did not reach out to pick it up, but turned a step to the side, pointed at the skull and talked:
"Look at the forehead and top. It is arc-shaped. If you are a woman, the forehead should be vertical and the top is flat. Look at the eyebrow arch. It is obviously protruding and there are many small holes on the surface. Can you see it? For women, the eyebrow arch is not obvious and is basically basic.
There are no small holes; look at the root of the nose..."
The content of "Forensic Science" that I learned and memorized in my junior year was eloquent and there was nothing missing.
Ordinarily, I should have forgotten about it a long time ago.
I forgot about it after taking the exam.
Anyway, he studied clinical medicine and not forensic medicine. There is no need for such an unimportant subject to occupy memory.
But now I think about it clearly, even which page, which line, and what the picture in the textbook looks like.
Grete even remembered the grimace he drew in the corner of the page.
It seems that traveling through time does not come without its own benefits...
Just, a little happy ^_^
After traveling through time, there is one more hope of surviving smoothly!
Good news always makes people feel happy. Gretel unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth and explained to the Necromancer and the Golden Skeleton a little faster and his tone became gentler. Unknowingly, he had already taken out the
I lost the airs of a senior doctor when I was teaching students in medical school.
At this speed, the skeleton's face was expressionless (there was no expression at all), except for the two flames in the skull, which went from flickering to absolutely still. It seemed that it had completely given up and only regarded itself as a shelf for emotions. ;
And in the eyes of the necromancer, there were clearly circles of ripples. His legs were wobbly, and he was about to be unable to support himself...
"Well, now that we've talked about the skull, let's take a look at the pelvis..."
Gretel stretched out his hand and poked the skull, and then poked it again. Only then did the skull react and hurriedly put its head back on its head. Gretel nodded with satisfaction and lowered his head to observe the pelvis:
"This is the hip bone. The pubic symphysis is so wide and flat. The angle must be greater than 90 degrees. It is definitely a woman. Tsk, turn around and look at the back and there are still traces. This woman has given birth to a child!"
He lowered his head, and the Necromancer also lowered his head. He bent down, and the Necromancer also bent down. After he bent down, he twisted his neck and looked up, and the Necromancer...
The Necromancer stood up straight, raised his left hand, and snapped his fingers.
There was a rattle, and the golden skeleton that had been standing upright just now collapsed completely in front of Gretel.
Gretel jumped back!
How could this thing still collapse if I go there? No power? The magic has dissipated? But then again, there are no joints, no ligaments, and no muscles on these bones. They should collapse and should not stand...
He was thinking wildly, and saw the pile of finger bones, ulna and radius, spine, thoracic vertebrae, cervical vertebrae and ribs, automatically spliced together like a slow motion in a demonstration animation. The spine was stacked upward piece by piece, the ribs were attached front and back, the outside of the shoulder blades, the arms , the fingers spread out one by one...
Finally, a half-headless skeleton with its upper body planted straight on the ground. One hand supported the ground, and the other hand fumbled twice to find its own pelvis, and then lifted it up unsteadily.
Gretel: "..."
Is it because we are too tired of bending down and looking down, so we have to tear ourselves apart and hold up the bones for us to see?
But this height is not enough!
He looked at the Necromancer, and the Necromancer looked at him. After looking at each other for a moment, the Necromancer snapped his fingers again, and the toes, tibia, and femur of the golden skeleton began to be pieced together one by one...
The lower half of the skeleton stood on the ground. The upper half of the headless skeleton stretched out a hand, grabbed the femoral head and pulled hard, pulled itself up and lowered it upwards. One bone hand held the pelvis, and the other The bone hand fished in the ground, found the skull, and lifted it up exactly the same...
Then, the upper half without pelvic support shook and fell sideways.
Fell.
"Meow ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch -"
There was a loud meow. Gretel turned his face, and saw the black cat with white boots jumping off the priest's body with a light jump. The cat's tail slapped the ground, and its four paws were raised to the sky, rolling all over the ground...
Hey, laughing like that is too much! You are a cat!
The Necromancer's face was completely lost. He paused with the bone staff in his hand, controlled the golden skeleton to return to its original shape, then pointed forward, and the stone door at the deepest part of the hall opened, revealing a passage. Then, the muscles on his face twitched, He forced a smile:
"Go in and chat?"
Gretel nodded happily. The necromancer moved forward, the black cat wagging its tail to lead them, and the golden skeleton followed at the end. After walking a few steps, the necromancer suddenly stopped and shouted coldly: