"Gurgling ......"

A huge iron pot was steaming hot, while Isabella and the others watched curiously.

This iron pot was provided by Isabella, and it was enchanted with multiple magic processes, and it has super resistance to acid rancid, flame, and impact, and is a special appliance for concocting magic ingredients.

It is said that some of the directional processing magic kitchen utensils also have seals and weakened inscriptions, which are very luxurious magic items.

For some magical ingredients, their extraordinary activity and dangerous powers are still a threat to chefs who are not strong enough.

Of course, Yi Qiu doesn't need to pay attention to these, as a dragon chef who can transform monsters into ingredients.

He hammered all the living monsters to death, and the remaining flesh and blood were naturally no threat to him.

"I've seen orcs from Draenor—a follower of a mage who came to the Tower of the White Lizard."

"Some are similar to the orc soldiers we encountered in the campaign, but stronger and more disciplined......"

"They are supposed to belong to the elite soldiers of their tribe, but I don't know how they were recruited by that mage."

Bikz looked at Yi Qiu, who was constantly throwing dragon meat into the cauldron, and the obvious tear marks on those pieces of meat made him raise an eyebrow - he understood the meaning of these marks.

"Oh, by the way, I think you seem to be preparing to recruit followers, you're interested in orcs?"

Isabella looked at her memories with her mind, and for her, memories were like collections of images that could be retrieved at will.

However, memories that were too old would lose their color and even sound due to factors that she couldn't understand for the time being.

"They don't have anything of value in their brains......"

"But as a soldier, it's really good."

Isabella had extracted the remnants of the dead orc warrior's consciousness, but had not been able to harvest enough useful material.

After all, those orc warriors were re-condensed by the remnants of the souls of dead soldiers through the power of time and space, and without the power of time and space, they were not fundamentally different from the unintelligent geist.

"No, as we all know, the Tower of the White Lizard is an academic organization, except for the archmage of the Council of Four White Lizards, who has some followers, the other mages mostly hire or make golems to be the guardians of their spell rooms."

"Academic mages also need to take risks, though, so I'm here - teammates are always more trustworthy than followers, aren't they?"

Bikz said with his hands outstretched.

He is not a political mage, but the ambition for the archmage robes issued by the Arcane Guild (requiring a mage level of 20 or more with 8 rings or more to highlight the results of spell research) is something that every academic mage should crave.

This is a supreme honor, and it is also a recognition of one's own magical path.

He wondered if he was going to apply for magic books like Beasts Enhanced BUFF Complete Remastered Edition and Extreme Speed - Silent Realm, after all, he was still majoring in the mainstream research of the White Lizard's Tower: the in-depth development of enchantment spells.

The camaraderie of battle certainly has its own unique weight, but for the more rational White Lizard Tower mage, he believes that making oneself more valuable is an important lubricant for maintaining friendship.

He was able to become a level 15 mage in an academic organization from a relatively ordinary apprenticeship.

Not just because of his intelligence, but because he was willing to use some of it for something other than magical research.

For a moment, Bikzi was in a trance.

Memories of the old days couldn't help but come back to him, and he still remembered the immature boy with the apprenticeship application form.

In a flash, it has been decades, during which there has been ignorant love, there has been a pounding heartbeat, maybe there has been regret, there has been the urge to give up, suppressed, excluded, ridiculed, angry, and cursed......

But in the end, everything was immersed in the abyss of magic books, and everything was submerged under the calm face of this sideburn that had already seen a little silver.

He knew he wasn't destined to become a great Arcanist, but he still longed for something he could achieve in this area.

It's just a small one, and that's enough......

"Is it cooked?"

It was at this moment that Isabella's crisp voice woke him up from his memories.

Bikz stepped forward to take a look, and the pot was still glowing with red dragon meat, and he smiled dumbly:

"Half-cooked, it's still early, and then boil ......"

It's still early, and it can be cooked for another fifty or sixty years......

Bikz muttered in a low voice.

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With a faint golden light that heralded the end, Yi Qiu's retina began to refresh a line of prompt information:

"Based on your Dragon Chef level, you get food: Temperature of Destiny - Dragon Chowder Soup."

Temperature of Destiny - Dragon Meat Chowder Soup:

Attribute changes:

1. The recovery amount has increased from a large amount to a huge amount, but the digestion time has increased to 30 minutes

2. The burn damage of the stomach pouch effect is increased to 1-5 fire penetration damage (based on the character's related spell resistance, the character has a certain probability of being directly immune to this type of damage when calculating the fire damage each time), and the additional recovery buff is increased to 50%.

PS: This type of buff effect cannot stack with the same type, and the highest value is taken as the actual effect when obtaining other spell buffs.

3. The deliciousness of the food has been greatly improved.

4. New special effects:

Temperature of Fate: After eating the food for 10 seconds, the eater needs to perform a will check, and if the check fails, the effect of the most profound fire spell in the character's memory will be fed back with a soul derivative spell with the full effect of the spell (the highest relevant fire spell is 5 rings).

PS: This spell-derivative damage type is piercing psionic and is non-lethal, but if not treated in time, the character may die from the continued negative effects of the spell that follows the spell.

PS: If the eater does not have this spell memory, it will trigger a random hit in a spell such as (Fireball, Flame Ray, Blazing Orb, Infernal Fire).

Looking at the food information posted by Yi Qiu in the chat channel, the expressions of several teammates on the spotter were a little subtle.

"Would you like a bite?"

Yi Qiu held a large pot of dragon meat chowder soup that looked red and bright, looked at everyone and said.

The dragon meat chowder soup did not show too terrifying temperature, except for the overflowing temperature of the iron pot itself, there was no trace of heat leakage from the whole soup.

Probably because of the Cerberus milk, there was a milky smell in the air and a strange burnt smell of something burning.

"No, no, I just finished eating, I need to fix it."

Several people waved their hands and said that they were full, and their appetite dropped to freezing point.

Yi Qiu touched her bald head, and when the Boiling Blood Warrior secretly placed the healing potion in the item backpack to the first square, she tentatively scooped a large spoonful of dragon meat chowder soup with a stainless steel round spoon used as a stirring, and then drank it......