"Put it in there, and remember not to get killed. Under Zuo Zhe's additional instructions, the acolyte driving the meat grinder controlled the manipulator of the meat grinder, and collected the Lich Immortal who was tied up in the shape of a dumpling into the cabinet where the corpse was stored in the meat grinder as gently as possible.

Confirming that the meat grinder could store living people, Zuo Zhe breathed a sigh of relief. In order not to cause internal contradictions in the team, Zuo Zhe hurriedly put the meat grinder into the Warcraft space. The body is sealed in the Warcraft space, and the Lich Immortal has no way to absorb mana from the Warcraft space to recover. After all, the Lich Immortal was stored in the Beast Space as a corpse, and the corpse would not enjoy the treatment of accelerated recovery like a hotel.

Once again, the Minotaur Chief came into range of the Magic Spire. And this time, the magic spire finally didn't attack again.

Overjoyed, Zuo Zhe hurriedly motioned to the archmage and the prophet to lead the team into the magic spire to explore. The reason why it is so cautious is just in case. At least until he has mastered the attack mechanics of the Magic Spire, Zuo Zhe will not venture into the attack range of the Magic Spire.

"Perspective!"

"Ghost wolf!"

"Water elemental!"

With the summons leading the way, the spellbreaker following, and the two heroes in charge of pressing the formation, the team exploring the magic spire quickly entered the magic spire.

There was no daylight in the dungeon, and Zuo Zhe didn't know how long he had been waiting outside. Specifically, it was Zuo Zhe who slept under the service of the priest, and when he woke up, he was told that he could enter the attack range of the magic spire. Well, Zuo Zhe is not a, and he has no interest in male pastors. The problem is that if the priest treats it from time to time and dispels it, Zuo Zhe will get sick when he wakes up! You know, in the foul air of the Immortal King City, there are many kinds of germs hidden!

Even with the pastor's treatment and dispelling, Zuo Zhe slept very unsteadily. The main thing is that there are always some creepy ghost screams in the darkness around you! Nima, why is there a sound of chewing flesh in the dark? Please, can you turn down the volume, how can people sleep with such a penetrating sound?

Sleep is not steady, and only Zuo Zhe's spirit is not very good when he wakes up. With a pair of dark circles under his eyes, Zuo Zhe listlessly took Yimin to dig for gold in the magic spire. For Level 5 experienced Terran archmages, orc prophets, and Shadow Hunters, the most valuable books in the magic spire are undoubtedly magic-related books. As long as they have enough knowledge related to the magic of this world, the three heroes can break through level 6 and unlock the ultimate. But for Zuo Zhe, gold is Zuo Zhe's favorite!

Although the gold in the magic spire is very scattered, and the collection work is very troublesome, in the main quest such as collecting gold, even the most tedious work Zuo Zhe will be willing!

The dazzling interior makes the Magic Spire look less like a magician's place to be, more like a private club for the nouveau riche to show off their wealth. In Zuo Zhe's impression, a magician should be a scientist who is obsessed with knowledge and research, even if he is not a cold hermit who treats money like dung.

But why does Zuo Zhe always have the feeling of entering a private club? At this time, even if someone beckons the young lady to come out to accompany the guests, Zuo Zhe will not have much sense of disobedience.

"Could it be that the local tyrant Jin is the favorite of the empty magicians in the Immortal King City? This hobby is the same as mine, does I also have the potential to become a magician?" Saying that these gold foils are really glued firmly, Zuo Zhe, a novice who is not skilled in business, is like a child who graffiti on the wall, and the golden wall is about to be scraped into a ghost painting!

His brows furrowed tightly, and Zuo Zhe felt that this was not possible. So, Zuo Zhe spent 5 kilograms of gold to recruit five Terran peasants and handed over professional things to professional people.

So, these ethnic peasants began to tear down the wall. Because only the gold leaf on the walls should be scraped off, and not all the magic spires should be torn down, the Terran farmers wielded the impregnable miner's hoe with extreme care.

In the hard work of the six Terran farmers, there is more and more gold in the space, and more and more useless wall rubble in the space. Finally, the gold leaf on the walls of the magic spire was scraped clean by the Terran peasants! As for Zuo Zhe, Zuo Zhe didn't listen to the noise at the construction site, and had already arrived at the core control room of the magic spire with the archmage, the prophet, and the shadowhunter. In this soundproofed control room, the Archmage and the Shadowhunter are working tirelessly to learn the magic of the Magic Spire. As for the Prophet, he is using his perspective skills to search the rest of the Undead King's City, looking for other heroes and troops.

It's just that the Prophet's perspective skills have been greatly restricted, both in terms of perspective range and perspective distance, which have been greatly suppressed. The most important thing is that the Prophet's perspective skill can only see through the surface of the Immortal King City, and there is no way to see through the internal structure. Yes, the Immortal King City is not just a flat city with a ghostly face, but a three-dimensional city with an internal structure! Although there is no evidence, Zuo Zhe feels that the structure of the Immortal King City may be a huge ghost-faced human head!

The knock on the door woke Zuo Zhe from his stunned state, and after discovering that it was a person who appeared outside the door through perception, Zuo Zhe immediately walked over and opened the soundproof door, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Your Majesty, the gold leaf on the walls has been dug up, please command Your Majesty. "Yimin respectfully asked for instructions on the next step.

The next step, of course, is to loot all the rest of the gold, can Zuo Zhe still arrange combat missions for Yimin and these Terran peasants?

"Your Majesty, if you want to loot any other gold, you must destroy this magical spire. As a result, Yimin gave Zuo Zhe a problem. If you want to loot the rest of the gold, you have to destroy the magic spire. Moreover, the amount of other gold is not much, only a dozen kilograms.

"Is that a little gold?" Zuo Zhe asked subconsciously. Then, and then Zuo Zhe felt that he was a little floating, and he was more than a dozen kilograms of gold, and Zuo Zhe actually used "just that" to describe it, which was really a sin. As a Chinese man with the virtue of being industrious and keeping his family, how could Zuo Zhe let more than ten kilograms of gold go unattended? It would be a crime to waste it!

"Is it really only possible to destroy the magic spire to find that gold?" Zuo Zhe asked unwillingly, after a moment of self-reflection. In Zuo Zhe's hometown, when people build houses, they always bury some copper coins in the ground when laying the foundation, which is said to be beneficial to their own feng shui. Could it be that when people from other worlds built the magic tower, they also buried some gold under the magic spire in order to improve the feng shui of the magic tower?

"It is worthy of being a local tyrant, and he can actually use more than ten kilograms of gold to improve feng shui, it is simply inhumane!" Looking at the ghostly immortal king city around him, listening to the sounds of chewing flesh and blood like a magic sound, Zuo Zhe put himself in his shoes, if he lived here, he would definitely spend money to seek peace.