If it was a former immortal standing here today, he would only indifferently remind the gnomes that whether or not Baldwin was a rebel who betrayed his faith, his identity was not something they could speculate, and that the gnomes, although not the slaves of the Eastern Crown Lord, were not much different from slaves, and the reason why they were here was only because of the orders of their masters, these gnomes had to work for the black-haired spellcasters, and as for their own thoughts, no one cared.

But now it was a soft guy who controlled this body, and the peaceful life of another plane like a honey jar had not been able to prop up a single spike in his body, and he accepted the disdain of the gnomes and thought for a while: "It's complicated," he said frankly, "but Baldwin is not a bad person."

"It's okay," McGee said rudely, "we don't care about that either, but it's inconvenient for us not to be able to take the treatment - it takes more than three times as long to test and debug in the early stage." ”

"But we can do other work at the same time," said the Otherworldly Soul, "and I think the amount of time it takes to do that work is amazing. ”

"Maybe. McGee said reluctantly.

What the lich wanted was delivered to him five days later, a set of twenty-four elegant and delicate Mithril instruments, including a fanged hammer and chisel, and a hand saw.

This was followed by the tedious and lengthy preliminary work, during the day the lich and the gnomes fiddling with Birdwin, and at night (which was a fluke if they didn't need to rest like a normal human) the lich came alone to the "mill", where even the eunuchs were rarely present, and the only objects of activity were the "bridles" and "cattle and horses" that were dedicated to the management of the place, and the "cattle and horses" were responsible for carrying the corpses of slaves piled up in one place to the "mill" Inside, shave off their hairs with shells (to avoid the stone mill being clogged with too much hair on their heads) and cut them into pieces. Piece by piece was thrown into the huge stone mills that were like houses, and the slaves who pushed them walked silently around the stone mills, except for the crackling of leather whips and perhaps the horrible grunt of bones being pulped.

The pulp that flows from the notch of the stone mill is contained in a wooden barrel that can only be carried by two people, because it is not cleaned because of long-term use. The barrels were rancid and smelly, like the stomach of a living creature, wrapped in a thick, unknown substance, dark in color like the ocean during the Red Tide - these barrels were filled and neatly arranged on the side of the "mill", and next to them were the yellow-brown powder stacked in the open air, and even if he didn't see how they were made, the lich could guess that the powder would be mixed with the meat pulp, made into dough, and then placed on a stone slab to dry them by the heat of the hot sun, which was "skillful" and young "cow and horse" We will be able to eat the most delicious and nutritious food.

At first, the lich also needs to cast a concealment spell on itself. But a few days later he was relieved of the Mill - the slaves didn't care if there was a stranger around them, they would occasionally stand still and stare at Cremar, and when they found that he could still walk on his own, they would walk away on his own, whether it was an illusion or not, and the lich even felt a hint of regret - the slaves of the "Mill" had special treatment, they could eat the broken dough and raw materials.

If any living person stood here, he might go crazy. At least they will crawl and flee, but as a former immortal. The Lich was like a treasure trove of dragons - he regretted not coming to the Dragonfire Islands sooner. The Lich had heard a few anecdotes about the Dragonfire Islands, but at that time he was too busy to gain a foothold from his Mentor's Mage Tower, and he had no time or energy to care about some of the islands thousands of miles away. Then, as you know, he became a lich of atonement thanks to the little thief from another plane, the perennial Tyr who has never changed for the second year, and the god of Alzheimer's dementia.

Because of the otherworldly soul that should be cursed into the endless abyss. Now he can't even directly grab a living person and open his head to observe the changes he wants to see, the slaves who were sent to the "mill" are almost to the point of running out of oil, they are just bone racks wrapped in a layer of skin, and when they open their heads, the lich finds that their brains are shriveled like coconut kernels that have been dried for several days, and the contents are not only reduced to one-third of the original size, but also blackened and fibrosized- The younger and stronger, the slave slain by the pirates, had a fuller brain, but still showed signs of corruption at the end of the nerve bundles, and it was only after a few days that he waited for a younger and healthier slave, and even though his skull had been cracked, he was still in better shape than both, and after ten days the lich finally got the body of a slave toddler, whose brain was almost intact, but the color and texture inevitably changed。

As Dada said, this secret medicine is apparently able to accumulate in the human body and gradually exert its effect, and the lich will put some of the tissue he extracted in a shallow mercury dish and break it open, studying the difference between them, the least affecting is controlling the heartbeat, breathing, Digestion and other so-called basic activities of life are the medulla oblongata, and the most severely damaged are the parts that are used for thinking and memory, the lich remembers that he has seen from the memories of otherworldly souls, when the people there are not yet fully controlled by the ridiculous belief in science, they will judge some people who are in social turmoil and cannot directly end their lives as insane, and make holes in their heads, destroying some of their brains, and some of the patients are dead, and some of the patients are alive, but they have become insensitive, docile and obedient, and they will do whatever you ask them to do, and the secret medicine of the Dragonfire Islands seems to have the same effect。

Among the slaves, only the eunuchs and the slaves around the master had the ability to think rationally and independently, followed by the "bridles", and the "skillful hands" were better than the "cattle and horses". The young children in the "Cow and Horse" are better than the younger, and the younger are better than the elderly, and although these people who are no more than twenty years old do not know whether they should be called old or not, in the Lich's observation, those "elders" who are about to be eliminated can also show the strength of an adult tendon ox, and the older they are. The more sluggish and numb it is, the more rigid and fixed its actions become.

The secret potions had also been carefully examined by the lich, and it seemed that he had prepared similar potions in his memory, but the key parts were definitely different, something was added later, and he had to extract the various ingredients in them in the same way to see what was left, this work procedure was complicated, and the failure rate was high and he couldn't ask anyone else to help. So progress is slow.

As the sun swept across the flank, the lich returned to his abode and handed over his body and affairs to the other soul, and to this day, the companions still share the first meal of the day, where the former undead are thankful for Dada, or a series of unwritten laws of the Dragonfire Islands, though he may be in a vast mansion with others. But his room is simply an O surrounded by a U-shaped complex in the middle, which can be said to be completely independent. Although it is connected to the outer buildings by a promenade, it is closed at night. This seclusion was not an obstacle for Kerribben, Glenn, or Baldwin, but they acquiesced, and Cremar, who was still their companion, was already the owner of an entire island and a hundred thousand slaves, and deserved his own dignity. As companions, they didn't need to grovel to him, but at the very least, they couldn't shake his authority, even if Kremar didn't realize it.

However, Kerry had placed the returning Celestial Brotherschura on a tree adjacent to Cremar's room, just in case. Goshura will give a warning as fast as possible.

As a result, Mei Mi's expression was a little strange all day.

After a lazy and pleasant time with Gülen in the middle of the night, the thief reached out with some malice and scratched her bare back, "What's wrong with you today? Don't tell me you just found out that there is an elf among us." ”

"Of course not," said Memi, "but his attitude towards Cremar...... Gülen, don't you think...... Somewhat...... Indescribable?"

"It's just a little bit overprotective. ”

"The gods are above, that one is already twenty years old, he is already an adult!"

"To a human, yes, but to an elf, he's a little baby. ”

The expression on Mei Mi's face was really worth spending a gold coin to see: "The bottomless abyss is below," she said dryly, "that is a powerful mage, and since I met him, he has killed no fewer people than you." ”

"Then you'll have to talk to Kerryben," Glenn pouted, "the elves are like this, in fact, their bows and arrows are no more amiable than the orcs' axes, but they always feel that they are the little white flowers swaying in the breeze......"

Mei Mi rolled her eyes: "I'm not kidding you. ”

"For elves, they are only adults after sixty," Gülen said, so that's why the half-elves were forced to serve for sixty years before they were allowed to leave the Grey Ridge, not as humans might think – the elves never enslaved any intelligent life, let alone treat their people like that.

"What I want to say is ......"

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"Leave?"

"The escape is over, at least temporarily, it's time for us to leave, Memi, we weren't all the way with them, now is a good time to part ways. ”

"I don't want to go back to ......"

"Of course, it's still on the side islands," Gülen said, "and the side islands are probably a good place to start for us." The thief's expression suddenly became solemn: "My dear," he said, "you should have found out, there is no temple of Flo on the side island, and Cremar, the master of the side island has allowed you to become the presiding priest of the first temple of Fro on the side island, honey, you will be on top, understand?" You have stood in a higher position than others from the beginning, and you have a solid dependence, though you cannot compare with Kerryben or Birdwin, or the princess of the Norman of the Highlands, but who better than a foreign reverend of Flo, even if she is more beautiful and younger, and more favored by Flo than you, will he trust a stranger better than you?"

Memi's breathing became rapid, her eyes filled with tears, and the fire of ambition burned in her heart—she already knew what a rich place the side island was.

And Gülen, he also has his own ambitions, he is a thief, a thief who has lost the support and protection of the guild, but he can also have a guild of his own, which is not difficult, especially when he has a lord as the master, aren't the countless small guilds in Jianjaw Harbor established by relying on talents with titles or wealth? Gülen knows that one of the small guilds that he has exterminated is only the illegitimate son of a fur merchant. Glenn knows all the mysteries, all the tricks he knows, and he knows how to weave a net that connects all parties, so why can't he become a guild leader, and maybe in a few years, he can have a guild that is no less than the Silver Finger.

The thieves had even figured out how to deal with Cremar and quibble, if it was all to protect himself and the side island, maybe the naïve little mage would have obeyed his arrangement.

But then he remembered the elf ranger Kerryben, and the thief winced, his eyes like the blue sea seemed to be able to see through any conspiracy, and he couldn't help but sigh, and now he also felt that this elf was a bit of an eyesore.

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"Can't you add claws?" suggested the otherworldly soul, like diamonds, well, or steel, wolves, the kind that can be freely retracted.

The gnome stared at him together with Berdwin.

They were fed up with the whims of the mages, and although some of them were still recorded by the gnomes, the free-retractable claws? that was an insult to the gnomes, and for Baldwin, who had been fighting orcs for nearly twenty years, did not want to wake up late at night and be frightened by his right hand.

Also, what the hell is the idea of a broken finger and a crossbow arrow being shot out of it? (To be continued.) )