"Morel, give me another knife!"

Li Zhenshu embedded one end of the knife into the joint of his left arm, and with a fierce force, his hand and arm fell directly to the ground.

Picking up his arm, he froze instantly.

Although the whole arm is pure stone, half of the stone is mixed with red flesh.

Grooves are inserted through the bones, and tiny pieces of mythril attach to the surface of the bones.

The blood was still dripping, and everyone froze.

What the hell are witches doing?

Looking at the final pattern of the witch's journal, whether this is a stone statue or a living human.

The warrior's body is completely petrified, and the interior is modified, but the overall structure is exactly the same as that of a normal human.

Petrification Spell!

The most famous petrification is that Medusa is a petrified ray that completely transforms a living being into stone, but that talent.

As long as the mana is gone, it will return to normal.

The witch has completely transformed these humans into stone, but they have kept their unique human structure alive.

"On the 21st, I finally took control of the perfect soldier, and informed His Highness Carmel that I got the reward I wanted!"

His Highness Carmel?

"Wren, have you ever heard of that name?"

Wren didn't speak, and looked at the name on the journal fixedly, "If I'm not mistaken, the current king of the Gale Wind Kingdom should be this name!"

The eldest prince Carmel?

With the support of the mage forces and the control of 70% of the land, it will not be long before he can complete the unification of the Stormwind Kingdom and become the new king.

Li Zhen trembled and pondered, how could he have anything to do with the eldest prince here.

No one noticed that the Soldier with the Broken Arm squirmed, and the long sword in his left hand slid diagonally.

"Be careful!", Morel cried out and threw himself in front of Li Zhenshu, the blade of his sword pierced through her body, and a dark crossbow pierced her left arm, a crossbow warrior in the direction of twelve o'clock on the left.

Crunch crunch!

The stone warriors under the columns staggered and struggled out from under the giant columns.

Knock knock!

Heavy footsteps surrounded Li Zhenshu, Morel was not dead, her body was strangely and quickly petrified, and turned into a stone sculpture in front of Li Zhenshu.

The attacks of these warriors can make people petrified.

Storm Barrier!

A hurricane blocked the long sword on Lao Li's chest, but another sword crossbow passed through Wren's chest.

Francis was already petrified, he was pierced through the heart by the archer's long arrow.

Jump!

His calves were stiff and numb, and he was now sticking a feather arrow tuft.

Li Zhenshu felt that everything about himself was rapidly transforming, his body was uncontrollably fixed in place, his feet, legs, and body slowly towards his head.

He had experienced petrification, but the speed of petrification had never been so fast, and the numbness and rapid sensation spread throughout his body.

First of all, his skin was gray, marbling appeared, and numbness penetrated into his muscles, trying to break through the restrictions of blood vessels.

He's sober!

Li Zhen trembled as if he were an outsider, watching his body petrify, and even seeing the flesh and blood wrapped in his skin mutation.

Ah Lang bowed upstairs, his long sword pointed at Li Zhen's trembling calves, he saw the cluster of arrows shooting at Lao Li, but unfortunately he was a step too slow.

There was an arrow stuck in his back, if it weren't for the drag of the mandala incense kiss, with the strength of his Cold Moon Sword Saint, he would definitely not be so embarrassed.

Wren stood upright and held his staff, maintaining a spellcasting stance.

"Li Zhenshu, Li Zhenshu!", Thumbman Lace cried anxiously in her ear, they were very small, and the stone people let them go.

Lao Li could hear clearly but didn't know how to speak.

Francis's ethereal soul emerged from the hard stone shell, "Master, these stones have souls!", he floated indifferently in front of the Severed Arm Samurai, muttering something.

Soon a wisp of soul floated out of its shell and flowed into Francis's magic jar.

Li Zhenshu felt that he could move, but the shell was frozen in place, and his soul was firmly bound to the stone shell.

I can only look dryly, have thoughts, and my body is fixed in place and does not move.

The stone soldiers began to patrol, the maids quickly ran upstairs to lay down their wine glasses, and several halfling cooks came out of the basement with hot barbecue.

The servants cleaned diligently, and a few rats outside the city gate stared eagerly at the inside of the castle, as if they were looking at the world inside the castle.

The smell of cheese came from the basement, and it was supposed to be a halfling chef baking.

There was a rumbling sound from underground, as if some kind of vigorous activity was going on.

Everything seemed to greet him before his eyes, and the sky slowly turned bright, and the servants quickly returned to the courtyard, holding brooms and staying where they were, sweeping the floor, even though the castle compound was already quite clean.

The maids carried empty wine trays, and the soldiers squirmed back under their pillars.

Don't even dare to have a little bit of misalignment!

One day, two days!

Li Zhenshu did not see anyone enter the castle, but the maids would wake up on time every day, go upstairs and refill the wine, the servants would clean the rooms every day, and the soldiers would patrol the castle every day.

Eventually, they will return to their place.

When the dawn of the fourth day came, a woman with a black pointed hat walked in, her gray hair drooping on both sides, the skin on her face was completely wrinkled, and her sharp eyes fell directly on Li Zhenshu's face.

She glanced at Li Zhenshuo a few times, her face wrinkled like dry bark.

Pulling out the staff in front of him, a little further away, the warrior under the pillar squirmed and came respectfully to the witch.

"Inject him with stone milk and throw it outside!", after speaking, he knocked on Ren again, "Is it a mage?!", his eyes fell on Ah Lang on the side, "Holy rank warrior!", and instantly laughed strangely, "Send it to my room after injecting stone milk!"

Li Zhenshu was carried by the soldiers to the basement, the grease torches were red, and in the kitchen on the side of the spiral staircase, a group of halfling stone statues maintained the posture of baking cakes.

The spiral staircase went down one more level, and he saw the cage, inside the hard iron bar, dozens of boys and girls huddled together.

Some wore dirty and torn clothes, while others wore dresses cleanly.

Not far from the cage, the body of a child was thrown on the ground, blood flowing silently into a red wine glass beside it.

Lao Li suddenly thought of the red wine glass held by the maid in the courtyard, which was not filled with wine, but with the blood of these children.

The eyes of the child's corpse were missing, as if they had been taken by some kind of prey, and the chest was emptied, and the heart was gone.

Lao Li is cold, even on the Great Agate Wilderness, it is not so bloody!

He was carried to the lowest level, which was relatively clean, and there were all stone warriors on the ground, and Li Zhenshu was placed under a huge needle.

Stab!

There was a tingling pain in the back of his neck, and he felt only a special slurry injected into his body.

The muscles are tightened, and some kind of mutation is underway, and the blood vessels itch as if there are a lot of bugs drilled into them.

He felt so comfortable!

To be precise, the drug addiction brought about by the mandala kiss is being dispelled.

After staying in the dim underground for half an hour, he was carried out by the stone warrior and thrown on the haystack at will, "Pick a piece of stone milk for the witch every day!"

As if it were an order, more like a program!

As it darkened, he found himself able to move, and although he was still a stone, he could barely look down and look up.

In the distance, several black rabbits jumped up, pulled to the ground, and quickly grabbed a grass root and placed it in a pit not far away.

Lao Li looked indifferently at the soles of his feet, but found that there was a small river under the grass, and the river was slowly flowing forward.

It wasn't pure river water, it seemed to be mixed with lime, and it was sticky like the color of his body.

In an instant, it occurred to me that the blood in the body of the stone man warrior was so similar to the river in front of him.

Could it be that the so-called stone milk has joined the river in front of you, what the hell is a piece of stone milk!

He put his hand in the river, and the current passed through his fingers, leaving no trace behind.

"Young man, if you want to get stone milk, you have to use dim sum!", an old farmer leaned over, picked up the water of the stone river in both hands, and let it stay between his hands.

Drop by drop, it slowly condensed into a lime-like sticky substance on the hand.

It looks a bit like a petal!

Even so, he didn't dare to relax at all, and what he was holding in his hand seemed to be a piece of golden hooves, for fear of accidentally falling into the river.

The flocculent structure slowly turns into solid petals, hexagonal, like a snowflake.

It takes three hours to get this piece.