The common feature of all contracts is "give and pay", that is, no matter what kind of contract the sorcerer signs with the person he has signed a contract, even if it is a slave contract, the master is not free of effort. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Money, commitments, feelings, souls...... Whatever the method, there is bound to be a price to be paid for the contract. In a sense, contract magic, like "sacrificial" magic, is a ritual of equivalent exchange.

Although there are founding gods in the world of Aslanth, there is no religion centered on god worship, and the cathedrals throughout human society only believe in positive virtue concepts such as "light", "goodness", and "goodness", rather than the specific god - Ankselam.

So Woz found that the ritual magic in this world is actually more watery. Since they couldn't find an object to sacrifice, from the ancient priests to the current magicians, all they could do was exchange for the same price, which was far less cost-effective than the sacrificial ritual that Wolds remembered.

In addition to the current Dark Archmage Jelf, who has been enshrined by his followers, the "Etreas" created by him has the potential to become a sacrifice object. There is no other object to choose from in the vast world.

Although it is not enshrined as a sacrifice object for gods and demons, and the sacrificer does not have to worry about being bound or even becoming a puppet of those gods and demons, in this way, the power of sacrificial ritual magic is greatly reduced, and it is completely better to learn other kinds of magic.

It is precisely because of this ultra-low efficiency that although Woz's word magic is the best carrier of contract magic, he has hardly developed such magic. So now he can only start from scratch.

Strictly speaking, as a "recorder" and the master of word magic, all of Wolds's handwritten words have some kind of equivalent effect of a contract, that is, the so-called "one word is gold", and one promise is "gold". But it still takes a lot of work to make them a complete contract.

The spellbook was activated, shiny, floating in mid-air, and still turning the pages like it would never turn its head.

Runes circulate deep in Woz's pupils, and the brain is synchronously constructing the rudiments of magic. Suddenly, he frowned, and a crucial question came to his mind - since it was contract magic, what would he have to pay if he wanted to wipe out all forty-nine wild ghosts?

He roughly estimated that according to the comparison of the strength of the wild ghost and him, if he used the most "fair" kind of contract, he would not be able ......to handle even one! Then you need to beat the contract object until you are satisfied......

"If I had that ability, I wouldn't have had such a headache!" Woz grumbled weakly, and immediately rejected the proposal.

The spellbook converged its light and slowly fell back into Woz's lap.

Woxz was lost in thought again. After a moment, he stretched out his palm: "Three Horse Ghost Corpse Order!"

A palm-sized token resembling gold appeared in his hand. This proverb magic was a game he had played in his old days when he had nothing to do, because Woz hadn't noticed that there were zombies or ghosts in this world before. It wasn't intended to play a role. But when it comes to confronting Rorogian's mechanical dragon skeleton, this token works more than expected!

Woz held the token and pressed it to his chest, and immediately he could feel that the aura of the wild ghost in his body was obviously suppressed!

"It works!" Wads was overjoyed, this token was not actually a magic prop, but a freak created by Woz based on the concept of "magic weapon". It is something that is beyond the rules, the concept of this magical world.

However, in the battle against the mechanical dragon remains, in order to target the "corpse" nature of the opponent, Woz strengthened the "corpse" aspect in the final exercise, and weakened the effect on the "ghost" aspect. So now barely suppressing the breath of the wild ghost is already the ultimate that this "Three Horse Ghost Corpse Order" can do.

And taking a step back, even if Woz made a complete version of the "Three Horse Ghost Corpse Order" again, it could only temporarily suppress or expel the existence of wild ghosts, but could not achieve the effect he wanted.

So the best way is to use the principle of this token to redevelop new magic, not contract magic, but simply "orders"!

Woz's word magic and his magic book are his greatest reliance as a chess player, and it is also his exclusive bug as a traverser, and its biggest characteristic is that "quantitative change will inevitably produce qualitative change". In other words, as long as the number of effective words is enough, even the magic of the gods can be imitated for you!

The so-called BUG is unreasonable, completely unscientific, and not magical. Therefore, this kind of "magic" that can simply restrain wild ghosts without paying a price can also be achieved - as long as there are enough words to support it!

Woz estimated it again, and then his face turned a little pale. But under the pressure of the current form, and the powerful potential of the forty-nine wild ghosts, he gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

"Auto Secretary!" Woz called, and the golden elf immediately appeared in front of him, "Now on, stop all recovery work, switch to full writing mode, and help me develop a new magic." ”

The automatic secretary tilted his little head and nodded, then let out a screech, as if asking a question.

Of course, Woz understood: "Yes, the word count is a lot, and it is expected that ten thousand pages will be needed, you get the magic book ready, and I will provide the necessary extra magic support." ”

The small body of the automatic secretary suddenly froze and sank down. 10,000 pages? According to the calculation that each piece of paper can write 1,000 words, it is an exaggerated number of 10 million words! Even if it is artificial intelligence, the automatic secretary feels a lot of pressure!

"You can learn from some of the content of the 'Three Horse Ghost Corpse Order', it will be much easier. Woz was unrelenting, "Finish it as soon as possible, we only have two days!"

His mana overload could only be suppressed for two more days.

The automatic secretary was also well aware of Woz's situation, and immediately cheered up, clenched his small fist and waved it vigorously, and whistled softly to express his determination.

Then it was up to her to take over complete control of the spellbook.

The automatic secretary and the magic book floated in the air together, her small body sitting in front of the huge book, with a wave of her little hand, the book turned over, and the blank papers fell off the book one after another, flying out.

The speed of the paper flew out faster and faster, and the ends were connected, and soon a paper dragon circled and flew in the air. And the possibilities are endless.

However, no matter how much paper flies out, the thickness of the magic book itself remains the same. That's the feature of this book - endless pages, and it's also an unscientific, unmagical bug!

After a full ten thousand pages flew out, the magic book closed, and the automatic secretary sat on the cover, like a king patrolling his own territory, looking down condescendingly at the blank paper that covered the entire study.

She patted the cover under her seat, and a magic circle with a scale of her size suddenly appeared on the cover of the magic book, and a dark gold pen of unknown material rose from it.

This pen seems to be commonly used by Woz, but it is a bit too large for an automatic secretary who is only twenty centimeters in size. The automatic secretary holding a pen is like holding a stout spear, which is somewhat comical.

However, the vague little face of the automatic secretary showed a full "serious" temperament, stood up with the pen, and held the pen in the posture of a soldier holding a gun, and a blank piece of paper flew in and hovered in front of her.

The automatic secretary stomped his feet, and the gaps in the pages of the magic book shone with golden yellow, and countless dark golden words flowed out from the three sides of the book like a waterfall, and as soon as it fell, it immediately rose again, flying around the automatic secretary and the magic book.

There are more and more words around me, and large pieces of light flicker, one after another. The tip of the automatic scribe's pen lightly touched the paper, and the words flowed out in an instant.

Without pause, the dark golden elf filled the entire page, then the back, and in just two or three seconds, a blank sheet of paper was filled. Immediately after that, the next blank page is ready......

As the name suggests, the automatic secretary is transformed into a writing machine, writing and writing "by brush, brush, brush!" and it is with her that Woz's word magic is truly complete.

Of course, at this time, Wads's is not idle, on the contrary, he is busier than the automatic secretary.

This explosive way of writing is not something that can be done casually, the words flying around the automatic secretary are the basis of everything, and what the automatic secretary has to do is to pick the words, words, sentences, paragraphs, and even chapters in these "sea of words", and print them directly onto blank paper. This is a way to consume the original accumulation of the magic book to achieve fast writing. And the whole idea of the magic to be composed, and the selection of words are all checked by Woz himself. At this time, he had already put all his mind into the magic book, recalling, browsing, thinking, editing, as if he had plunged headlong into a storm of words, fighting bravely!

Until late at night, Hayberion and others, who found that Woz had not moved, couldn't help but come up to check the situation.

As soon as they pushed the door, everyone was stunned by the white expanse on the ground.

Paper continued to fly into the air, and paper fell from mid-air, and in the dimly lit room, the swirling and flying text was unusually eye-catching, and the golden light was shining. The book in the center of the Wolz floats in the air, and a strange unidentified humanoid object stands on it.

And Wozze sat in his original seat, his eyes closed, motionless, as if asleep.

The cat looked at the golden light flying in the sky and the small and delicate golden man, and suddenly became curious, and couldn't help but want to go over and catch them.

But before he could take a few steps, he was grabbed by Hayberrien and carried back: "Don't bother him, Woz, he seems to be doing something crucial." ”

Mira Jenny explained, "It's probably developing new magic. I've seen him in a similar situation before, when he was developing new magic. ”

Hayberian looked curious, "Hmm? It's the first time I've seen magic developed like this." It's funny, it seems to be because of his unique word magic? ”

For this experienced old magician, only unique, unknown magic could arouse his interest.

"But how long will Woz's state last?" he said, looking at Mira Jeanne.

The girl also shook her head helplessly: "I don't know, it depends on the specific situation, if the magic that needs to be completed is relatively simple, it will be fine soon, but if it is a complex high-level magic, the time required is uncertain." She looked at the scene in the room worriedly, "This is the first time I've seen a formation of this scale, and it seems to be quite complex and tricky new magic!"

"Why do you want to do such a thing at such a time!" she couldn't help but grumble, "can't you wait until you're done eating and resting?"

Mira Jenny knew very well that the focused Wox would not give up the things at hand to do things like eating and sleeping. He hadn't eaten anything since lunch today, and it was going to be longer, and Mira Jenny was worried about whether his body would be able to hold up.

"I'll just be watching him right here. Eventually, the girl sighed helplessly and said to Hayberion, "I'm sorry that it will take up your study for a while. ”