Sewing puppets.

The shape of the sewing puppet is a palm-sized cloth doll, with a male form on the left half and a female form on the right half, and the body is covered with sewn marks and silk threads. The whole body is black, and there are traces of blood everywhere, and there is only one eye painted in blood on the head.

Once the Sewing Puppet is successfully refined, it will always be surrounded by three Prisoner Soul Guards, which is its only means of attack.

The three prisoner soul guards are virtual beings and cannot be touched by physical attacks, and every time they shuttle through the body of the target creature, they can take away some of the soul fragments of the other party and seal them in the body of the sewing ghost puppet.

When a certain number of soul fragments are reached, the Sewing Puppet will be able to perform a Soul Possession spell that will occupy the target's body for a short time. The probability of success of Soul Possession is related to the difference between the spirit power of the sewing puppet and the target creature, and the stronger the spirit power of the target creature, the lower the success rate. If the target creature has twice the Spirit Power of the Sewing Puppet, the Possession has no effect!

Putting down the knowledge crystal, Grim analyzed it for a while, and couldn't help but secretly sigh at the vastness and strangeness of the magical world. Such a sewing ghost puppet itself is not very powerful, but it is extremely weird and unpredictable. Once there is no corresponding means to deal with it, it is easy to be put down silently.

And this knowledge crystal should also have flowed out of the hands of a professional called a soul master.

A soul master is not a race, but a special profession.

They may be of any race, any living being, and their profession is characterized by the division of souls to concoct all sorts of strange soul slaves. These soul fragments cut from their own souls are of course inextricably linked to them in a way that no magic can inseparable, and they never fear betrayal.

Servants concocted with soul fragments are themselves void bodies, so they can ignore all physical defenses and directly hit the soul and spiritual consciousness of the enemy. Moreover, the soul slave is one with them, and they command like an arm, even if they are separated from a distant space, they will not have any feeling of sluggishness.

However, the disadvantage of this kind of slave is also obvious, that is, once it is destroyed, it will cause the soul master's soul to be damaged, and it must be restored through long-term conditioning. If there are too many soul slaves destroyed by the enemy at one time, the soul master may also face the danger of soul collapse and spiritual consciousness extinction.

So just like the two sides of a blade, safety and danger go hand in hand!

At the end of the knowledge crystal, of course, there is also this kind of sewing ghost puppet refining method and soul possession ritual, with Grim's current ability and strength, it can be completely done. So after a moment's hesitation, Grim took the knowledge crystal into his arms and began to silently calculate the cost performance of this sewing ghost puppet.

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Swamp of Sorrow.

Filthy mires and puddles are next to each other.

As far as the eye can see, there are all this muddy ground full of dark mud and foul-smelling black water. At the far end of the line of sight, it was covered by layers of thick mist, which was difficult and far away.

The fog was thick and the land was silent.

And in this silence, there is unimaginable danger and death.

Every waterhole in the swamp of sorrow is likely inhabited by sinister and cunning lurkers who lie dormant in the foul, filthy stinking waters, silently waiting for their prey to come to their doors.

The bottom of these pools is connected by narrow, filthy waterways, which allow them to change their lurking positions and retreat silently. The prey can only sense the imminence of danger the moment they open their bloody mouths and pounce on them.

There was a loud bang, breaking the silence of the world.

A thick, scaly dragon's leg stepped into a puddle of water, splashing with huge splashes and spods of mud.

"Damn ......"

The dragonman Asa cursed loudly as he struggled to pull out his front legs.

Its thick voice could be heard far in the silent swamp, but Asa didn't care.

Because it's a dragonman!

In the entire Reims plane, if the dragon lords are the supreme monarchs, then their servants who serve the dragons are nobles of honorable status. In any region of the Reims plane, in front of any indigenous race in the Reims plane, the dragonmen are the undisputed strongest warriors, the strictest tax collectors, and the most impartial and impartial law enforcers.

No native dared to offend a noble dragonman, even if it was just an ordinary dragonman warrior or dragonman scout. As for ambushing the dragonmen, it is a heinous crime that will lead to the extermination of the entire clan!

So even in the relatively unfamiliar swamp of sorrow, Asa, who exists as a dragonman scout, is still not worried, but violates the scout code and makes a noise that should not be made.

Strange to say, the dragonman scout Asa made such a loud noise, but instead of being attacked by the swamp creatures lurking around them, they descended into the water in a panic and slipped away along the complex and curvy waterways.

Looking at the series of bubbles bubbling out of the murky pools in his sight, a sinister smile appeared on the slender and narrow face of the dragon scout Asa.

Dragging his large and heavy body, Asa quickly walked up the relatively solid dirt path.

If you want to make it through the swamp of sorrow, you must have the ability to identify at a glance which muddy meadow is passable, even if there is a mud puddle underneath it. Otherwise, he will be stuck in the mud at every turn, which is also a kind of irony for Asa, who was born as a scout.

Seventy miles behind it, a huge army of dragonmen was marching mightily.

As a dragonman scout sent out, Asa has to clear the ambushes that the team may encounter on the way, and on the other hand, he needs to drive away those wild swamp creatures that don't have long eyes, so as not to disturb the dragonman legion's march.

In fact, in the Reims plane, the guy who dares to ambush the Dragonman Legion has not yet been born. In Asa's memory, the last time he was ambushed was more than thirty years ago.

A lizardman guy who can't afford to pay a heavy tax has the audacity to attack a dragonman tax collector and throw a lump of mud at him. So that area, whether it was the lizardmen tribe or the kobold tribe, as long as it was able to walk upright, it was slaughtered by the dragons.

Since then, wherever the dragons go, all the indigenous tribes have panicked and fled for fear that one of them will accidentally offend these venerable dragons.

Therefore, when traveling long distances, the dragonman scouts need to pay attention not to the frightened indigenous tribes, but to the numerous wild monsters.

They are both ignorant and powerful, and don't have enough intelligence to discern which creatures they can provoke and which they can't. So Asa's main responsibility for driving them away!

After another three miles in the dark, hot, humid swamp, Asa suddenly stopped.

Wrong...... Something is wrong here!

It was quiet, far quieter than before, and even the slight sound of vipers wandering on the rotting branches and leaves, and leeches foaming in the murky sewage was no longer audible.

The entire swampy area of Nuoda was unprecedentedly dead, as if all the creatures here had died suddenly.

Death......

As soon as the word came to his mind, Asa sensed that something was wrong beneath him.

It quickly panned two steps, leaned down, lowered its head, and realized to its horror that it had been hit.

A faint gray mist evaporated from the puddle beneath him, already staining the fine scale armor of Asa's lower body to gray. And as the gray fog became more and more dense, the speed of gray erosion continued to accelerate, and quickly spread to Asa's upper body.

What is it?

Toxins, living creatures, or the strange abilities of some monsters?

Still thinking quickly in his head, Asa was a dragonman scout, and his instinct for years of training had driven him to quickly escape from the gray mist. As he fled to a nearby dirt path, Asa let out a low roar, a dazzling flash of fire erupting from his scales.

The dragonman's formidable constitution gives it extraordinary magic resistance, and ordinary biotoxins cannot cause it lethal damage. Therefore, after escaping the trap laid by the enemy, Asa has already begun to increase his strength and prepare for a counterattack.

However, when it violently urged the blood in its body, a huge dizziness enveloped its mind.

Asa staggered a few steps, and almost fell.

The dragon's legs, which were as thick and solid as stone pillars just now, were now trembling, and they could no longer support their huge and heavy body.

Damn, what kind of toxin is this, it's so powerful......

Asa roared wildly again, raising its heavy metal axe aloft in its hand, intending to unleash a furious fireball into the sky to alert the Dragonmen behind it.

Unfortunately, just as it staggered upright and raised its big axe, a thin and withered black figure appeared in the hazy and illusory mist in front of it.

"Lie down, lie down obediently, meet my poisonous concubine Endo, you better lie down honestly......"

In the next second, it seemed that the black figure in front of him had successfully cursed, and a sharp pain gathered from the limbs and bones of his body, instantly crushing Asa's consciousness.

There was a loud bang.

The metal axe fell to the ground, and the draconian scout's massive body slowly fell to the ground, splashing a stream of larger, smellier sewage.

After taking down the 1st order dragon scout, the poison woman Endo swayed her shriveled body and came to the dragonman, and with a quick grab, most of the toxins were taken out of his body. However, she still had some of the toxin lingering in the dragonman's skull, so that the other party would not wake up easily.

"Someone...... Let's take it back!"

The voice of the poisonous woman Endo was not loud, but it instantly caused a riot in the surrounding environment.

In several large quagmires within sight, sewage flew sideways, debris splashed, and more than a dozen huge construction machinery crawled out of it, taking heavy steps to converge here.

Under the command of a goblin technician who was perched high on top of an open mech, the engineering mechs swarmed up, lifted the unconscious dragonman and ran into the depths of the mist.

And the poisonous woman Ndo raised the face of the old man and looked in the direction where the dragonman scout came.

"The she-fire dragon's men are so fast! Looks like we're going to fight them in this swamp of sorrow......"

After talking to herself, the poisonous woman Ndo pulled her hood again and disappeared into the field without a sound.