Miss Elf Dragon

The necromancer Gargamel, who had obtained a satisfactory corpse, did not immediately attack the Golden Leopard slave group. They followed the slave group from a distance while starting to refine the zombies.

"Why do you need me to help you? I'm not a necromancer."

Perotina pouted, reluctantly.

"It's faster this way. You turn them into zombies first, and then I'll teach them martial arts. Our division of labor and cooperation will be more efficient. You also want to rescue the Son of God as soon as possible, right? We're almost at the border of the Girl's Kingdom now. It's too late." He's about to be resold."

What Gargamel said does make sense.

They have been following the Golden Leopard Slave Group for many days. The production of zombies has been progressing very slowly. However, the slave group has caught a few more good goods. Although they secretly blocked it, the number of slaves is still rising.

But Perotina is still a little bit upset about Gargamel abducting her to learn black magic.

"Then I will also be a necromancer and I will be beaten and killed by the Holy See and everyone else."

Perotina didn't like that kind of life in the turmoil, but she was determined to enjoy life.

"Of course not. I only taught you a few simple dark magics. You have a high affinity for dark elements, don't you? Do you think black magic is so easy to learn? You, a little junior magician, can't even learn anything." I can’t touch it.”

Gargamel spared no effort to attack Perotina because he felt that she was wasting her talents too much. When he discovered that the elf's affinity for light and dark magic was so high and his magic level was so low, he really wanted to scream that he was wasting his resources. If this qualification had been given to him, he would have debuted one year earlier.

"Some people are diligent and diligent, and some are good at studying. For example, I use my smart brain to make up for a little lack of talent. It is like using one kind of talent to supplement another kind of talent. And you, guarding a big treasure house until you are 15 years old , but you are still a junior magician, and you don’t know a single dark magic. How many people are you going to make so angry?”

Naturally, it was hard for Perotina to tell him what she had experienced at the Shadow Demon Altar in the Devil's Abyss, nor could she talk about the combination of overlapping magic that she was once proud of, because she could no longer use the magic that could be used as a foundation. . Now she can't cast anything except a few bad elementary light spells. She really can no longer pretend to be a half-step intermediate magician.

Perotina lowered her head and honestly listened to Gargamel telling her about low-level dark magic and what the formulas were. This kind of magic passed down by factions is very precious. And when she was surprised to find that the magic taught by Gargamel was more extensive and profound than the magic system she came into contact with in the Elf Forest, she began to take the initiative to learn, and would ask questions about things she didn't understand.

"Quite studious."

Gargamel nodded with satisfaction, slowly recognizing his first student and teaching with more dedication.

However, the more she taught him, the more shocked and surprised he became, because Perotina's understanding of the principles of magic was not ordinary. You can understand the new theory basically after listening to it in its entirety, and you will come up with some very creative ideas after encountering it several times.

"Perotina, you are such a genius"

Perotina hurriedly waved her hands, saying that she couldn't afford it.

"Although there is some knowledge that I have never been exposed to before, the magic system of our elves is also very complete. Many things are essentially the same. It's just that I learned it relatively simply before."

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nbsp;Compared with the blooming flowers and unlimited creativity of human magic, the magic of the elves is indeed very simple. It pursues more direct utilization of the source of magic. This is also the reason why Queen Vera has exchanged information with the outside world for many years. Only by learning from each other's strengths and absorbing the essence of other races can the elves continue to progress.

So, with the help of Perotina, a good student, Gargamel made zombies much faster.

The steps are roughly as follows. First, Perotina uses dark magic to gradually change the body of the dead body, until it is completely invaded by dark elements and becomes an undead creature. Then Gargamel applied a special potion on it several times to strengthen the zombie's hardness. The potion was their exclusive secret medicine and had a wonderful effect. The last step is to teach zombies martial arts.

"Can you really teach zombies to learn martial arts? Let them who were ordinary people in life have martial arts talents and become warriors, and they can still learn them without souls."

The soul is the most mysterious existence in the world. No one can explain it clearly so far. Even God does not know where the soul comes from and where it goes. If a creature does not have a soul, it will not be able to develop or create, even basic replication will not be possible.

"Actually, it's just copying. The key lies in the upgrading and application of some small magic. The magic that magicians look down upon can have a great effect."

"magic"

"Yes, I lived in the community for a while when I was young. The family that adopted me made a living by doing exquisite crafts. It was also at that time that I started to get in touch with magic, even earlier than learning magic."

When Gargamel talked about the past, his expression became gentle, as if it was a very good memory.

Perotina looked at Gargamel who was only seventeen or eighteen years old, but he seemed to have a lot of experience. No matter how he looks, he looks like a son of a noble but he has lived a civilian life. He is so proficient in the study of orthodox magic theory but he is a necromancer. He seems to have many stories.

Although she was curious, Perotina knew that their friendship was not enough to talk too much about personal matters. It was a taboo to talk about personal matters, and the most important thing now was to rescue the Son of God from the slave group and then give it to the slaves. A lesson learned from the group.

"Why do you have to use zombies? I think skeletons are good too. You have a lot of inventory. It's easy to summon them."

She was still a little unhappy about digging up corpses. If skeletons were used as the main force of the attack, then Gargamel's massive bones would be enough.

"What do you know?" Gargamel gave Perotina a big eye roll, thinking that her behavior of not focusing on making zombies was very unprofessional.

"There is a big difference between those with flesh and blood and those without flesh and blood. Zombies can hold knives, but can skeletons? Moreover, the martial arts are all practiced by people. Each move is designed according to the human physiological structure. The same moves are used by skeletons. If you use it, you won't achieve the desired effect, and you have to improve their martial arts. It's too troublesome, and I can't do it. Besides, if you make the zombies look more scary with bloody prickles on their surface, can they still scare people?"

Perotina looked at the zombies whose skin had stiffened and solidified after being treated, making them look relatively clean. Then she thought about the terrifying zombies that Gargamel used to attack the Golden Leopard slave group, and she finally understood what was going on.

"Now, let my zombie dance for you"

Gargamel worked on it mysteriously for a long time, and finally said that the zombies were finished.

The zombie controlled by his bone staff jumped down from the stone bed and punched Perotina. Looking at that posture, except that the movements are a little stiff and the power is slightly lacking, it is actually very similar to the move of the leader of the Golden Leopard Slave Group that day.