Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 139 Karl Elan

The moment Red shoots him, he takes out the bottle.

But the anger inside was not activated.

No, it should be said that it was activated, but it was scared back.

Yes, I was scared back.

If the anger in the bottle is a lion.

Then his own anger is a Tyrannosaurus rex.

The king of beasts is worthless in front of it.

The anger that retreated did not disappear, but circled back into the bottle.

As a result, the little remaining "Barry's Wrath" was directly covered, as if shivering after being squeezed into a corner by a big guy, and the original mixture was almost invisible.

Heine was mentally exhausted, but much better than when he first used it.

And he could feel that the contents in the bottle were indeed pure.

He exhaled softly and stepped forward to inspect Red's body.

Sure enough, he was still alive.

But the soul is dead.

In extreme anger, he issued the "strangulation" order to Yuan Ling.

This is completely different from the peeling off in the gladiatorial circle.

Take Nobita and Saberia as examples. Both of them had their souls stripped away while they were still alive, and their bodies died immediately, attracting the energy of death.

But Red's soul was shattered by Yuanling soldiers, and his body was still alive.

But the two also have something in common, that is, they both require the participation of Yuanling soldiers.

So, where did the soldiers come from?

Heine tried to call out to the spirits floating in the air.

They do respond, but are cute.

He won't suddenly become a soldier.

"In other words, it is that state that improves my affinity with Yuanling, so that I can use psychic skills beyond the level, or even elevate ordinary Yuanling to the level of a soldier?"

He suddenly remembered the skill of "ringing the bell".

In Warcraft 3, the main human city can turn peasants into militiamen by ringing bells...

The two are somewhat similar.

"Perhaps this is the spiritism represented by the arena circle, the same as building bridges and fishing."

He had some enlightenment again.

No matter stripping or strangulation, it is not the true meaning of the arena formation.

The truth is to shake people!

But this also made him relieved. In addition to Lost Soul Water, Yuanling soldiers could also produce this kind of "living dead".

Heine turned his attention to the cage next to him.

There is a mage in this.

Wearing a light blue robe, his hair is gray and his hairline is ridiculously high.

He looked haggard and looked to be in his forties or fifties, and there were still marks of whiplash on his body.

But after meeting Linumu Heta and getting to know Old Man Wei, he no longer dared to judge his age by appearance.

What if this is a twenty-year-old researcher?

Ever since that scene not long ago, he had been staring at Heine.

If his eyes weren't still moving, Heine would have thought he was petrified.

In front of him, Heine couldn't let Duoduo possess Red.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" he asked.

The man suddenly woke up from hysteria and looked at Heine excitedly:

"You...what level is your Yuanling affinity?"

Heine was confused: "Who is you?"

"Karl Elan. You are Heine, right? I know you, we all know you! But they would never have imagined that you would have such a terrifying talent!"

"???"

Heine was shocked.

you? them?

and many more……

He suddenly realized... Saiweng Poetry Society?

"Who are you?" he asked coldly.

"Sai Weng Poetry Club! I am a member of the Poetry Club. It seems that someone bypassed the surveillance and told you!"

Karl became even more excited. He patted the cage, his face full of joy:

"Who told you, elf? Nessian? Or some mage like me?"

Heine did not answer.

He remembered Siara saying that people in the poetry club did not need to verify, he could judge by himself.

For example, the difference between her and other powerful people above level five is:

Her power has no special emotions and does not resist itself.

This kind of resistance and rejection has nothing to do with one's own emotions. It is natural and passive.

This has been verified by Linumu.

When he came back to see the wood elf this time, the resistance in him was still there.

So Carl Elan…

He doesn't look like a strong man above level five, does he?

How can you judge this yourself?

Karl: "I know what you are thinking. I don't have repulsion on me, right? That's for sure, because I am only a third-level mage and have not yet developed the repulsion, so the people in the Poetry Society don't want me, but my research It is absolutely valuable, otherwise they would not let me know about the existence of the poetry club, and I..."

Damn it, you are not a member of the poetry club pretending to be a big-tailed wolf!

So Heine frowned and asked:

"So what is a poetry club?"

Karl was like a chicken being strangled by the neck, and his voice suddenly stopped.

He covered his face with his hands, looking horrified.

"It's over, it's over, you don't know the poetry club, but I revealed the name, and your life is about to be lost... Wait, you are definitely lying to me, right?

"Very good, this is reasonable. You should be cautious. After all, if you are not careful, you will get into trouble. I am thinking about how to make you trust me..."

He suddenly showed a strange smile:

"You used necromancy to control Naga, right?"

Heine was shocked.

Let me go, how does he still know this?

But thanks to long-term practice of the "Don't Laugh Challenge" with players, his ability to control facial muscles is at a master level.

So his face was as sinking as water and he remained motionless.

Looking at the expressionless Heine, the hope in Karl's eyes disappeared.

He started scratching his hair frantically, dandruff flying everywhere.

"Ah ah ah ah how can I make you believe..."

He suddenly rolled up his sleeves, revealing two thin arms.

"Come on, put a blood curse on me! Then you should trust me, right?"

This time Heine was confused.

Because of Kitil, there are many kinds of blood curses in the Maikala Mountains.

But outside the mountains, the blood curse has only one meaning:

Slavery.

As a basic spell, it essentially uses punishment to regulate behavior and has no mental constraints.

But even so, its conditions are extremely harsh.

Either there is a huge disparity in strength, with a difference of three or four levels.

Either one is willing.

Therefore, the blood servants are dumbfounded and can only resist if their intelligence is impaired.

Even a man as anxious as Simon is not willing to use a blood curse to gain peace of mind, which shows how unreasonable this thing is.

"Are you serious?" Heine asked suspiciously.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up!" Karl muttered: "I believe in the Yuanling, not you, so hurry up!"

Good guy, why are you more anxious than me...

It was the first time for Heine to use the blood curse, which was quite novel.

With a flash of blood, there was a bright red mark on Karl's arm that was somewhat similar to the soul-repelling curse.

"Now you are at ease, let me out quickly!"

Karl slapped the iron railing.

Heine couldn't laugh or cry, how could he be more impressive than him.

He asked Zhuyang to open the cage, and directly put Duoduo into Reid's body without hiding it, so that she could read the memory as quickly as possible.

Karl stared at this scene intently and muttered:

"A perfect evil spirit, without death energy, the purest form of soul... Is this how you control Naga?"

"How did you guess that?"

Karl scratched his hair: "I didn't think much about it at first, but after I was locked up, I learned about what happened here from Frey. Before anyone from the Academy of Truth came, I knew that the source of the information had been blocked. .”

Heine was stunned: "How long ago did you come here?"

Karl: "I came here a few days after Naga replied to the letter. About a month or twenty days ago? I arrived at Eagle Wing City by airship, and then walked into Panshi Town. It was all my fault that I was stupid. I saw that the detector index was abnormal. I followed the traces of Yuan Ling's Annihilation to find it, but when I came in, I found that it had been occupied by someone, and then locked up."

"detector?"

"Here, this."

Karl stretched out his hand and grabbed the thing with his mage's hand.

It looked like a gameboy, all silver. As he touched the button, a line of numbers appeared on it.

Bold 99.

"Don't get me wrong, 99 is my testing limit, but it's definitely not the limit here."

Carl said and gestured: "This is a small Yuanling laboratory, definitely not comparable to the spirit-possessing factory, and I can guarantee that the magic circle is hidden in a corner, but my detector is not accurate enough.

"By the way, how did you find me? You haven't replied to me yet. What level of Yuanling affinity are you at? How many Yuanling magic circles have you found? Where's the psychic technique?"

Questions came out like a barrage of questions, and those who didn't know thought Heine was under a blood curse.

"Don't be anxious, please don't be anxious first."

Heine motioned for him to calm down.

"Let's change the way. I ask, you answer. Let me figure out the situation first."

"it is good."

Karl answered simply.

"What is here? What are those black things? What are the functions of these devices? And..."

Heine picked up the silver wand Red used on him.

"what is this?"

This thing looks like a large laser pointer, which is incompatible with the magical style of the McCalla Mountains.

Karl thought for a moment.

“I have to start from the beginning for you.

“The essence of spells is the technique of using energy. Fixing and encapsulating spells on objects becomes magic components.

“But this entire set of work processes and ideas is not the first of its kind by the Master. It originally came from the Yuanling Laboratory.

“‘Yuan’ means tiny, so Yuanling is a tiny spirit.

"The word 'component' was also used for Yuanling equipment at the earliest, but now the magic world does not recognize this term.

"Here, using these devices, we can solidify psychic skills on objects and turn them into Yuanling instruments.

"The things in your hands are Yuanling equipment that I spent many days producing. As for the black things you mentioned... I really don't know."

Karl scratched his head hard:

"What do you see that's black?"