The cold winter of Ling Se came as promised.

"Sri what are they doing here?"

Layers of snow piled up of dwarf bags to cover their traces, just like this snow-white two snow wolves fighting, long hair dyed with hot red blood, between the struggle and the struggle to render this piece of white, the eyes are a little sharper, you can find that in addition to them, there are more than a dozen snow wolves here, extremely humane like a group of onlookers.

"They're competing. ”

"Competition for what?"

"The position of the chief. ”

"What's the use of fighting for this?"

"Yes, only stronger beings can lead their race to live longer. ”

"Then why can't you get along well, wouldn't it be better for the two of you to live longer if you two work together?

Sri rubbed Lance's hair, "yes, that's true. ”

"But there can only be one decision-maker in the community, so that the integrity and unity of the group can be maintained, and only the complete and united group can survive. ”

"Be careful, the loser is coming towards us. ”

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"Lance, kid, wake up. ”

"Sri I seem to be asleep again, sorry ............"

"It's okay, let's go home. ”

"Yes. ”

Behind the dwarf bag was a bloody and messy corpse of flesh and bones.

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The arm was shaken slightly, and Lance opened his eyes and rubbed Lance's hair, "Hungry, aren't you?"

"Yes. ”

A whole bottle of cheese was poured into her stomach, and the feeling of weakness ceased slightly, as if because of the previous sake, she ate very little this time, and after eating it was like a kitten, under the comfort of Lance, she fell asleep.

The eyes knocked on it, the smooth stone walls were specially polished, with a faint magic, and a clear "thump" sound could be heard when knocked on it, and this place was underground, and there was not a trace of dirt around.

The messy paper on the desk, a few pens mixed with it, and the empty black ink bottle, it can be seen that this Master Yashi seems to be very troubled recently, no wonder Lance is a little annoyed when he talks about his experimental subject.

Pick up a piece of straw paper, which is densely packed with recorded drawings and some sentences that pop out of your head.

Magic and flesh creation, the most terrifying thing about this subject is the instability of the hybrid products of the two, the highest level can create a world-class existence, and the weakest can also create a mess of mud, even slimes can't beat it.

This is a perennial topic that is quite controversial.

As a mid-level magician, it seems that this research is only in its infancy, only to the point of studying flesh and blood, and even the level of magic fusion is still learning.

There are quite a lot of books on the shelves, and they are relatively new, and the pen strokes are very rare, and Lance flips quickly, this Master of Ascrete seems to have just entered the Dark Cross Church.

These books didn't attract much of his attention, and there was nothing on the shelves that he hadn't read.

Pick up a pen, sit in a comfortable chair, and circle the papyrus.

The door was pushed open, and the speed of the pen increased, and the ink flew on the papyrus, completely disrupting the previous record.

"Mr. Lance!"

Level 1 3 Magic: Magic Control.

"Mr. Lance, seeing that you are recovering so well, why don't we move on to the next step!" Ascot grimaced, and the joy in his heart vanished.

"Okay, what is Master Ashi going to do for me? ”

"Naturally, it won't be a good errand!"

When Lance walked out of the room, Ascot looked at the jumble of circles on the papyrus, and his dark face was about to drip ink.

The Shadow Crystal activated, and the infusion of magic power caused the crystal to start spinning, shooting out a dense curtain of red lines in all directions.

"Ahem, according to my research on blood, let's start the first test now, all kinds of resistance tests!" A hideous smile gradually appeared on his face.

The dark and rich magic energy gathered in his hand, and a simple form of contract mark appeared on the back of his hand.

Summoning magic.

I didn't see that Ascot was still a summoner.

Lance took off his clothes, and his thin body could see the ribs protruding on the left and right, and he didn't want the clothes to be damaged.

A werewolf was gradually revealed in the light of gray magic, covered in blood, hot blood filled the air, a tall body almost reaching the roof of the room, strong explosive muscles, sharp claws and a mouthful of thick teeth mixed with blood and saliva, which could bite off Lance's neck in one bite.

Black wolf, werewolf, located in the lowest class of the race in the continent, is also the cheapest contractable species at the beginning of the summoner, with strong physical fitness and general anti-magic attributes, and a small number can master the primary dark and bloody magic.

Some of the words that came to mind were that Lance was only half the height of this werewolf, and his palm was bigger than Lance's head, and there was no doubt that he could slap Lance's head open, and he stood quietly, as if waiting for Ashster's order.

The magic of the mid-rank mage shrouded in a sturdy membrane in which Lance and the werewolf were trapped.

"Don't resist, Mr. Lance. ”

The huge body with a sense of oppression is approaching step by step, is this a test or a decision after anger?

Lance didn't think too much about it, he was sure that Ashi wouldn't let him die so easily, since that was the case, then he would accept the physical pain with peace of mind.

The blood-colored pupils looked at it, is this a werewolf?

Indeed, Ascot didn't intend to get rid of Lance like that, and the werewolf put away his claws, swung his huge fist, and struck straight at him.

Lance didn't have to dodge, but it was still okay to reduce some of the impact, parrying his hands, and the moment he collided with the powerful impact, he exploded, the skin and flesh were open, and the flesh was dripping, "Bang!", the body that was shocked and flew had an intimate contact with the magic film.

"Shhh

The physical strength of this werewolf is terrifying!

With a dark magic in his eyes, he carefully observed the dark red, and the pen quickly recorded the information he had obtained.

Level 1 One-Star Magic: Eyes of Discovery.

Intense pain mixed with burning sensation filled his mind, Lance could feel more and more the subtle changes in his body, the new blood bursting out of his heart was rushing wildly, and there was a faint thing in it, which was constantly washing his body along the blood vessels, and made him more and more calm, and the pain became clearer and clearer at the same time.

His hands were unconscious from the loss of flesh and blood, and he hung down weakly, looking at the dark red layer on his arms, he had indeed undergone some strange changes since the incident in Sith Village.

For example, in this way, the pupils constricted and the field of vision was expanding, going deep into this layer of dark red, this is not magic, but a dark red unidentified particles are connected and woven with each other, and a new "fake" flesh and blood is constructed to maintain and carry the original blood flow, but the specific repair ability Lance can't see through.

The bits of flesh that Lance scattered seemed to attract the werewolf's attention, gobbling up and licking them, and Ashi was too busy observing to notice this, but Lance was different.

The few pieces of meat that Lance dropped were not enough for him to stuff his teeth.

As if sensing Lance's gaze, the werewolf's cloudy gaze flickered slightly, and the pain stimulated his perception, adding an extremely faint connection between him and the werewolf.

Interestingly, he had a little more thought in his head.