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The Kingdom of Breland and the Seven Rings Tower. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The newly resurrected drow stood in front of the legendary mages, recounting word for word his life, family details, personal secrets, pre-agreed magical phrases and a series of meaningless magical symbols.

When he finished, more than a dozen legendary mages took turns asking questions, and each answer from the drow elves was verified by the prophetic mages standing aside. Only when the verification is passed, will the next step be moved.

The whole process was tedious and detailed, which made the drow elves (mages) who had just recovered their minds a little unbearable, and fine cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

When all the pre-set inspection processes were passed, the legendary mages unanimously agreed that it was indeed the mid-level mage they had pushed back to life in the body of the Drow warrior. However, the test is not all over here, because the pediatric method of soul transfer, let alone the large cemetery, can be easily completed by anyone present.

What really needs to be tested is the match between the newly injected soul and the spirit of this rou body. In this regard, the slightest deviation will have the consequence of the rejection of the spirit, and will lead to the decay of the body and the lack of nourishment of the soul.

And the experts in this area are undoubtedly a few legendary lichs, so of course a few of them will not let them take over the follow-up testing.

The first is the testing of soul talents.

Before the test, the owner of the soul was a mid-level sculptor mage with an extremely good talent for magic, while the owner of the rouge was an authentic underground dark creature, a drow warrior known for his agility and fierce attacks.

Transplanting a mage's soul into a warrior's body is the focus of their detection.

At the lich's motion, the newborn drow warrior picked up his wand in an awkward manner. Judging by the way he held the staff and the weight with which he wielded, it was as if he still thought he was holding a drow cutlass in his hand, not a wand of fireballs that could fire at the heart of his thoughts.

He recited the incantation with a strange accent, but he was quite skilled at the beginning of the spell scale. Unfortunately, limited by the current body that only has the talent of a warrior, after he chanted the magic spell of the Fireball Technique in its entirety, there was not the slightest sign of the convergence of fire elements in the air.

Then he tried Ice Arrow, Lightning Blast, Sour Swamp, Ground Thorn Jungle and other plastic spells, almost all of which failed. This also means that he now has a lot of magic knowledge and a lot of spell-casting skills, but his own talent is limited, and he has lost his past elemental affinity.

He can't be a mage anymore!

After testing the ability to cast spells, the Drow Warrior's melee combat ability was tested.

Throwing him two fine-quality drow scimitars, the soul of a mage who had never touched such a weapon could fly up and down as if it were a god. It's a pity that the memory of the body and the memory of the soul have some fluctuations at this moment.

This Drow warrior (mage's soul) used the drow scimitar to play with the knife light, and the cold light shimmered, but from his frightened eyes, it can be seen that what C controls all this in front of him is only the fighting instinct left in this body by the previous master, and it has nothing to do with the mage soul stationed in it.

When the entire magic test was over, a long list of tests was laid out in front of everyone. However, instead of trying to decipher the long and obscure list, the legendary mages all set their sights on the head of the lich, Sean VII.

"Shane, you're the only one who has the most say here. We are all waiting for your conclusion now! Although the old demon warlock was not at odds with this legendary lich, he still trusted the expert's judgment more when faced with such a major subject as eternal life.

In the face of everyone's gaze, Shane's withered and shriveled face twitched like cracked bark. All the blood on its body has lost its vitality, and if these remaining skins had not been refined into some special magic items, they would have already decayed and festered.

Although it is very reluctant to admit it, it is difficult for it to overturn some fait accompli that has been recognized by heaven and earth in the presence of many great prophets.

It scratched its forehead with its wizened phalanges, and finally gave its own answer ambiguously.

"I must admit that on the path to eternal life, this necropolis has gone far further than any lich in history."

"And how long do you estimate how long the new shell will last if this method is adopted?" Gugeman didn't care so much, and asked everyone's thoughts directly.

"30 years...... Or 40 years...... If you can take the body of a blood descendant, maybe it will be longer...... However......" The soul fire in Xia Enkongd's eyes had condensed into a sharp red light like a needlepoint, but its answer seemed to be expectant, a little fragmented.

After listening to the first half of it, the Seven Rings venue unexpectedly resounded with a rare warm cheer, directly drowning the second half of its words into an excited roar.

Shane bowed his head in pain.

Although technically speaking, it has a thousand ways to attack the Graveyard's immortality experiments, but in the face of obvious facts, even the Lich Master cannot hide the feasibility of immortality experiments. In the past Lich immortality attempts, whether it was soul transfer or blood regeneration, the body decayed in almost two or three months, and the better ones couldn't last half a year.

Even if it takes a lot of effort to pick out the descendants of the blood relatives who are similar and rich in blood to come out and cultivate, it will only drag on the time to a year or two. With such a high investment of resources and breeding plans, it is undoubtedly not cost-effective to harvest a body that lasts less than 2 years.

But if it is changed to 30 years, 40 years, or even longer, then everyone present will be thrilled. Moreover, magic skills can be improved, as long as those key barriers can be broken, and other trivial flaws can be compensated by increasing the investment of rare resources.

All the legends present can be said to have studied the issue of immortality in depth, and if they can obtain all the mysteries of the soul energy coffin in the cemetery, plus some of the results of their own private research, this immortality experiment will definitely benefit all legendary mages.

With endless time, the only thing that shackles them is the limitation of the plane level. As long as the problem of plane shackles is solved, then a bright path to immortality will be presented to them.

Demigods! Immortal! A new generation of Dharma gods who destroy the world and destroy the earth!

The short-lived species of human beings may burst out with energy that will terrify the entire multiverse, and quickly rise strongly in all planes.

Soul Coffin! Soul Coffin!

The biggest question now is how to get that soul energy coffin!

Through a detailed analysis of the magic images brought back by the Great ** Master, all the legendary mages can see that in the entire process of the immortality experiment, what really played a decisive role was the "blood crystal" and "soul crystal" that the soul energy coffin and the corpse witches constantly invested.

Isn't the soul energy coffin a spirit fusion container made of soul crystals! The Mage Guild also has a reserve of 1,000 soul crystals, and you may be able to create them yourself. As for the blood crystal, it is just a magical artifact that nourishes the body, and although the Mage Guild does not have a blood crystal, some alternative magic materials can still be found.

In the heated discussion of everyone, the task of creating a soul energy coffin that belongs exclusively to the Mage Guild was pressed on the head of the current president, Fermora. In this major event, all the legends showed great enthusiasm and initiative, and they patted their chests and said that as long as there is any lack of magic materials in the creation process, just open their mouths, and all the costs will be borne by all the legendary mages. All Legendary Mage's vaults will also be available to Femorra, all with the focus on crafting Soul Coffins!

However, just as everyone was gearing up and talking about this, a wave of vague and obscure mysterious fluctuations penetrated into everyone's hearts from the law level, making them look at the southwest in unison.

Something went wrong there!

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The accident occurred in the city of Samara in the territory of the kingdom of Owendale.

As the largest temple of the Church of Justice, the Temple of Dimes is one of the seventeen magnificent temples dedicated to Tyr, the god of justice, in the kingdom.

The Temple of Dimes sits atop the towering and precipitous Ener Mountains, surrounded by mountains on both sides, and is the city of Samara, the greatest holy city of the Owundal Kingdom. Standing in front of the vast and flat square of the Temple of Dimmes is a giant statue of the great god of justice who is 100 meters high.

Since the Great Temple of Dimes is shrouded in the brilliance of great divine power all year round, this huge statue of Tyr can be clearly identified even if it is dozens of miles away. Bathed in the soft and divine radiance of the power of justice, the people of Samara pray silently in front of the idol in the morning, noon and evening to show their reverence and reverence for this great deity.

And every evening prayer time, the priests and priests of the Church of Justice who come out of the temple will come to the streets and alleys of Samara City, leading the people to pray sincerely to Tyr, the god of justice, and to treat the sick believers.

It is thanks to this fine tradition and atmosphere that Samara has become a well-deserved holy city of the just Church.

Under the steady leadership of the Church, the city of Samara has not experienced the scourge of swords for three thousand years. Therefore, Samara City has also been given the reputation of the city of happiness and justice!

It's a pity that all this, in today's day, is a thing of the past.

Under the blood-colored remnant sun of twilight, the people of Samara shouted and neighed, the houses collapsed, and countless fires rose into the sky, almost engulfing half of the city. Countless inhabitants ran and wailed, screaming and screaming, the ground was littered with dead and wounded, and corpses lying on the ground were lying on the ground, and the whole city was completely reduced to a scene of apocalypse.

And it's just a bug that's causing all this!