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He knew better than anyone what the Mage Tower meant to a force.

In the end, your own ability is at the deep level!

Not only himself, but even Wren couldn't figure it out.

Rebuke!

This was the first time Li Zhenshu had heard the world call a person like him, and he believed that the memory of Grand Duke Bauhinia was not wrong.

Bauhinia hides this memory very secretly, and it obviously has a big effect.

The Divine Rebuster seems to be a realm that can only be accessed above the god rank, and he is like an untapped treasure, but he has no key to development.

He loves the world!

I like all kinds of magical creatures, magical abilities, and want to survive in this world.

It's hard!

Even if you are careful, you can be destroyed at any time, looking at Wren, then at Shiren, and then at Ivy, Li Zhen sighed, everything can only be on his own.

Relying on other people's promises will always be in the air, without real strength to defend themselves, allies are nothing more than so-called illusions.

He had to quickly improve his strength and the strength of Emerald Ridge, the Hurricane Tower was planned, but it was out of control.

He needs a tower of his own!

The Hurricane Tower needs to penetrate the sky in order to absorb the Tempest mana in the Storm Layer.

As for himself, the Ghost Tower, looking at the Emerald Ridge and his hands, he felt the fermented soul power in his body.

He has a powerful soul to harness the undead!

Necromancer!

Corpse!

Everything came together at this coincidental point in time.

I can't summon powerful undead at all, so let these ordinary undead make up the numbers.

The undead acolyte followed behind Li Zhenshu, and traveled to every corner of the Emerald Ridge, and only the tower base below would occupy one-tenth of the Emerald Ridge.

Li Zhenshu divided the most core area, and the bones transported by the caravan were directly stacked in the center of the red jade.

The wandering acolyte carved a summoning circle, his hands waving as if performing some ancient ritual.

In front of it, a piece of bone naturally differentiates into tiny broken bones, and the broken bones are differentiated into bone meal, as if a pair of dexterous hands condensed into a bone stick, floating quietly in mid-air.

One by one, these bones began to pile up and form as if they were alive, framing and connecting with each other, like a huge bone house formed by stacked logs.

"I heard that the business of corpses is rising greatly!"

"Who's to say it's not, the corpses of ordinary humans have risen to ten coppers. ”

"The Sea Clan can make a fortune this time, and the Endless Sea is a treasure trove!" the merchants said immortally.

At the first time, the Jade Business Alliance put the business of collecting corpses in the headlines, and the price soared.

A steady stream of caravans of corpses converged towards Emerald Ridge.

Li Zhenshudor threw himself on the construction site, looking at the bone building in front of him, like the base of a pyramid.

The wandering acolyte is able to use the fermented death of the corpse to decompose and reassemble the bones.

Three days!

The first step of the project was completed in three days.

The wandering acolyte looked at the white bone pedestal in front of him like a child, this unique construction hand only exists in the Undead Continent, and only they can rub the bones at will to form a power building in their minds.

The base of the bones and bones was huge, and the Whale Tavern was a small mouse in front of it, and even the golden Emerald Palace was completely disgraced in front of the pure white bone base.

The base of the tower is very large, and standing in it is a small ant himself, and the dwarf locomotive full of various corpses is constantly driving towards the Emerald Ridge.

"The first step is complete!", the wandering acolyte smiled faintly, proud of his craft.

Li Zhenshudder's eyes were closed, his thoughts were shuttling between the bones, and the bones of different corpses were perfectly fused together by the kneading of the wandering monks.

Just like in the Wonton Beast, his soul was quickly merging with the massive white skeleton.

Skeleton!

Remains!

Crystal Beast!

Dead air!

A special feeling flowed through my heart, as if it only took a thought to make the huge swarm of skeletons work.

The soul spread along the bones, and Li Zhen trembled and felt the limit of the soul.

He's a little tired!

But excited!

"Thank you!", this is from the heart.

The wandering acolyte didn't speak, he didn't know how many times he had enjoyed this kind of respect, and smiled calmly, Emerald Ridge was just a transit station for him, and all he looked at was Li Zhenshu's financial resources on hand, which could make him practice comfortably.

"But for the base of this tower, I need to do the final inspection. ”

"Inspection?", the wandering acolyte was inexplicable, hadn't he already tested it, and even praised himself heartily.

At the exit of the underground highway, there were three old Terran men, their old hair had fallen out, and they slowly walked towards Li Zhenshu with the support of the Medusa girl.

Li Zhenshuo hurriedly stepped forward to help, this old craftsman who used to be in the civilian area of Gale City, they had silently held on to the order for a giant dragon carving for thirty years.

They were able to carve five lilies on a stone the size of a human fingernail, and Lao Li had seen it himself, and he admired this exquisite craftsmanship.

"Pavilion Elder!", Li Zhen bent over with great respect.

The wandering acolyte watched from the sidelines, could the three old men who were about to die be Holy Order Mages?

"Three Pavilion Elders, please help us test whether the foundation of this white bone tower meets the standards. Lao Li personally helped him to the white bones.

The old man bowed up, they didn't like to talk, even after coming to Emerald Ridge, they had only spoken to a few Medusa girls.

Every day they also routinely carved something, wanting to finish the carving of the last Hurricane Storm Dragon, which was his lifelong wish.

The rest of the time, the Pic Witch Doctor is taught, and although they have no knowledge of herbs, they can teach them the art of a technique.

The base of the white bone tower is like a bird's nest made of countless stick-like white bones, and the old craftsman's body is not good, but he still bends his body deep into the gap between the bones, takes out a small hammer and beats it, and takes out a ruler to measure the square inches.

"Elder Ge, let's go back to the Whale Tavern and take a rest. It had been a full three hours since the inspection, and the climate was very harsh in the winter, and Li Zhenshu was really worried about their bones, even if he stayed in the wasteland for two or three hours, he was shivering.

"Get the day's work done!", the old man reprimanded, and continued to burrow into the cracks in the bones.

The wandering acolyte looked at it from afar, do these old men still understand the spell of the undead building summoning, Li Zhenshu is really making a fuss, there may not be many undead merchants with this special construction technology.

Li Zhenshu followed closely behind him, the sky began to darken, and the wind swept the red sand to make waves.

The three old men had been drilling in the crevices of the bones for less than eight hours.

But they still have no intention of putting down their tools, they are very slow, and they always mark the places they think are not satisfied.

Almost every few bone crevices would be drawn, and it was not until it was dark that the old men returned to the Whale Tavern, where the three of them gathered together to negotiate, chattering and drawing a lot of data.

As soon as the next day dawned, he led Li Zhenshu to re-enter the base of the White Bone Tower.

For three whole days, Lao Li didn't take a breath, and he didn't even reply to the letter handed over by Nunu, until the sun hung up, and the three old men withdrew.

At this moment, the huge white bone tower base is marked with all kinds of circles, and it looks like graffiti from a distance.

"Unqualified!", the old craftsman gave the most direct answer.

"Impossible!", the wandering acolyte was very annoyed, why did the three old men point out that his work was not qualified, "Why?"

"Your things are too rough, like a wooden stick made by a child, I heard Li Zhenshu say, this tower base must be supported at least into the clouds, then you need a very stable structure, first of all, your bone stick is not polished carefully enough, the joint mating is not reinforced, and the bone stick and the bone stick are not stacked to form a specific law...."

The old man Daradala said a lot of shortcomings, none of which had anything to do with the undead architecture peculiar to wandering acolytes.

He's just picking on the crudeness of the architecture summoned by the wandering acolyte.

"Nonsense, that's how the undead building is built, that's how I learned it since I was a child, Li Zhenshu, do you believe that I, a professional undead architect, are still these three old men who don't understand anything. ”

Li Zhenshu didn't make a choice, he didn't need it at all, this tower was tailor-made for himself, and what he needed was refinement, not this kind of tofu scum piled up with bones.

"If you really want an answer, I can ask a professional appraiser from the Undead Continent to come over with a pen Golden Hoof. Li Zhenshu said calmly, "You can judge whether what Elder Ge said is wrong." ”

The wandering acolyte was silent and did not speak, and anyone who was pointed out by a layman with a lot of problems with his work would be angry at the first time.

But pause and think about it, and then look at the various markings on the building.

The bones were only symbolically fused with broken bones, and where the bone sticks met, he didn't use to summon more death energy to reinforce, and the stacked structure was only symbolically surrounded.

It's just a tower base, even if the entire White Bone Tower is just a component of the Ghost Tower, there is no need to bother with this kind of basic thing.

"Can I do it all over again?", he asked tentatively, the bones must be broken again, the death energy fused inside will be completely invalidated, and even the skeleton itself will be consumed in large quantities.

In this way, he must redraw new death energy from the Emerald Ridge.

In the past two days, he could see the caravans coming and going in and out of the wasteland and the huge transaction volume of the Emerald Palace.

And the price of all this is only because of his carelessness, saving trouble.