Warlocks, unlike wizards. Although it is also a magical system, it is different from wizards who tend to understand the world and creativity. Warlocks focus on transforming themselves, as well as bloodline inheritance and magic tool making.

Warlocks use foreign objects to release magic, and the relationship between them and wizards is cold, but they are not hostile.

Aschem in front of him is a necromancer, and the ring on his hand is the alchemical product of the legendary warlocks.

"That's right, I'm a warlock. Noble, pure-blood warlock!" Aschem looked at the mercenaries and said, "Don't try to challenge the authority of the spellcaster, damn it. Otherwise, I'll show you what true cruelty is!"

With that, Aschem picked up a spoon from the side and stirred it in the cauldron, then showed a satisfied look.

"When, when, when. The sound of the spoon tapping on the edge of the pot sounded, and a group of people who were sitting on the side in a daze got up and walked in the direction of the cauldron. Aschem's hand slapped on the ground. The dirt on the ground suddenly deformed, and a long trough appeared.

"Is this the magic of a warlock?" a mercenary's voice sounded, "It's amazing, it's just a god!"

They couldn't understand Ascum's method of stripping his companion's soul, but they could see the deformation of the dirt in front of them. As soon as the warlock's hand slapped on the ground, a strange trough appeared, which was simply amazing!

"It's just a simple clay shaping, a trick that the mentally handicapped can do. Aschem said, "What an idiot who has never seen the world." ”

"What's in that pot is the real magic!" said Dess suddenly.

The mercenaries looked at the cauldron in amazement, Aschem was pouring the paste from his cauldron into the trough at this time, and those "goods" who seemed to be idiots did not know how to burn and ate the contents of the trough in front of them with their hands.

"That's right, this potion is the real thing. Aschem said, "Even a drop costs a thousand gold coins, but he can let these fellows obediently stay in the wagon and send it there, and then sell it for a good price!"

"So powerful?" exclaimed the mercenary, not knowing whether he was exclaiming the price of the potion or being surprised by the potion of efficacy.

"But those animals have something to eat, what are we going to eat?" said a discordant voice among the mercenaries.

"Eat this. Dees said sullenly, and then took a large pile of black bread from the side of the truck, as well as a large barrel of inferior wine. Dice lifted the barrel with one hand, and then all the mercenaries scolded and walked up to Dice's side and took a loaf of bread and a large glass of wine.

The taste of wine and bread is not very good, but at this time it is already the limit of what can be desired. The biggest feature of Kader Lake is that there are no fish, unlike other lakes, there is no problem with the water of Kader Lake, but there are no fish, shrimp, aquatic plants, anything.

But after all, it was a good place to rest, so most of the passing caravans stopped at Cade City.

Soon, the "goods" finished eating, and Aschem struck the iron pot to bring all the goods back to the carriage again. This time the business is not bad, the potion purchased at a high price is indeed very useful, so far none of them have died, and he can make a big windfall as long as he brings all the livestock over.

Then you can take your son to activate the magic energy to see if he is suitable for a wizard or a warlock. This damn business is getting worse and harder, and the white-robed dead backs have almost filled the branch in the nearby villages. If he wanted to buy the goods, he would have to go far away, and if not, he wouldn't need to buy the potion to keep the goods alive.

Thinking of this, Aschem couldn't help but curse in a low voice, and after scolding, Aschem found that his stomach was starting to be hungry.

Aschem then opened his space sac and took some food out of it.

The two slices of white and tender fine bread roasted by the charcoal fire emitted a faint aroma of wheat, and the aroma spread against the direction of the wind to the mercenaries who were eating black bread and wine.

"Damn, I bet it must be delicious!" the mercenary whispered.

"Yes, that piece of bread is made of fine refined wheat, and it is softer than the breasts of those prostitutes. It's like this thing of ours. The mercenary cursed, slamming his wine-soaked bread on his knife in a muffled sound.

"I bet my axe won't handle this. Another voice rang out: "But now my teeth and stomach have to deal with this." ”

Naturally, the sound reached Askem's ears, but he did not bother in the slightest, and he continued to take out a small jar, which when he opened it was the finest cheese, and heated it on the edge of the charcoal fire. Before that was done, a piece of salted bacon with pine branches of fragrant wood was taken out and suspended above the fire.

The fat of the bacon dripped on the fire, making it more and more vigorous. What followed was the aroma that came to the face, and it was also stubbornly wafting in the direction of the mercenaries against the direction of the wind.

Taking advantage of this obsessive aroma, the mercenaries only felt that the bread in their hands that could have been used as a murder weapon was even more difficult to swallow.

What really drove the mercenaries crazy was when Aschem smeared the melted cheese on the soft bread and then sliced the bacon into thin slices and served it with wine.

The jewel-like red color is as bright as blood with the help of fire and moonlight. Pure wine is the only weapon for any nobleman to promote himself, and for these poor creatures, this glass of wine in front of them is worth a fight.

For mercenaries, alcohol is a second life. Almost every mercenary is an alcoholic, it relieves fatigue, suppresses pain, disinfects, and most importantly makes people forget that they are actually quite human.

Aschem didn't think they were noteworthy creatures in the slightest, and continued to enjoy his meal. And the way he feasted was a higher level of temptation and torment for the mercenaries below.

"Boss, can you ask him if he wants a sip of wine?" said a mercenary cautiously, "I don't need my commission, just give me a sip of wine." ”

Dees did not answer with a gloomy face, the death of his own men was a big blow to him, but he quickly frowned and looked at the men who surrounded him like hungry wolves.

"What are you going to ask for? You're really dead, didn't I buy you wine?" said Dees coldly.

"Boss, you also call it wine? Your top of the sky is a little stronger than water, but we are already suffocated, and we can't go down without the anger of wine! Boss, you don't look at us like this, do you? ”

"How many times have I said that the wine in the desert is used to save lives, who told you to drink all your wine? With so much alcohol consumed here, how expensive can I buy?" Diess scolded.

The mercenaries hurriedly said, "It's none of our business, boss." Isn't it nice here? Who knew it would suddenly become a desert? You didn't make it clear to us, otherwise we would have brought some of our own drinks. ”

Dis was silent, his eyes glancing around with anger, and the mercenary snorted heavily, and walked towards Aschem, who was eating.

"Thank you, thank you, boss!" the mercenary behind him hurriedly thanked.

Dees is well aware of the temperament of these guys, and the lack of alcohol is going to kill them. The mercenaries walked this way, and the desolate desert could not see the slightest bit of greenery, and an invisible fire was holding in their bodies, and if they didn't find a way to vent it, they would be in trouble.

Dis stubbornly walked over to Askem and said, "That, my lord. You should have heard it, my men are coming this way. You know, the desert is so boring that they need to vent their emotions. ”

"I don't have any extra drinks. Aschem said. Naturally, his drinks were far more valuable than the lives of those hapless mercenaries.

"But my men need to relax. Dess continued: "There will be a mess, and their ability to do their jobs will decrease. ”

"Then kill a few, and the rest will naturally work hard. Aschem said.

Diese didn't speak, but stood quietly, joking that those men were his support. How could it be just like that?

And Aschem also seemed to think that the dis in front of him was not so easy to send away, so he thought about it and pointed to the carriages loaded with goods and said, "Count your luck as well, this time the customer did not ask for a pure girl." Have your men pick a few from the inside and vent their anger. But don't get hurt, and don't die!

Dees sighed, thanked him, and walked to the campfire of a group of mercenaries.

"How's that? does he agree, chief?" said the eager mercenaries.

"Nope. Diess said bluntly.

"Eh, why is he like this, we are working for him!" The mercenaries suddenly erupted in dissatisfaction, and many of them looked at Aschem with their eyes. Aschem sensed the unkind gaze and turned his head sharply, and all the mercenaries hurriedly looked away.

"What a ridiculous guy. Aschem snorted, "If you can't control your men, I'll do it, Des!"

"Don't say it. Dare scolded his men and said, "Merciful lord, allow you to find a few beautiful ones from those goods to vent your fire!"

"Ah, are those things still human?" said the mercenaries dissatisfied.

"You don't care if it counts, but it's definitely a little more like a human being than you. Diess said, "If you don't want it, forget it." ”

"Yes, not fools. With that, a group of mercenaries ran towards the truck.

"Leave me a long pretty. ”

"Grandson, didn't you just say you don't want it?

Diese looked at the chaotic scene in front of him and scolded angrily: "What the fuck are you doing? Put the words here first, you can't hurt any of them, otherwise you won't be able to sell them for a good price." If someone dies, wait to be killed and hang on the tail of the carriage!"

The mercenaries vaguely agreed.

The rags worn by the "goods" in front of them undoubtedly provided a lot of convenience for the mercenaries, although the smell on the body was still quite big, but it was still good as an outlet.

After all, these mercenaries are guys who can patronize a kiln sister with thirty people.

And just as the mercenaries were in full swing, Diese walked towards Askem, who was watching the show with a cold face and his back to the chaotic crowd.

"Aren't you participating? Your men seem to be enjoying themselves. Aschem asked.

Diess turned his head and looked at the faces of a group of cattle by the campfire not far away, from immature to mature, of different ages, some beautiful and some gorgeous. But what hasn't changed is stiffness and sluggishness, and there is no response as if it were a corpse. I can't even move, and I feel chills.

"No, it's not to taste. Diess said in a muffled voice.

Aschem didn't care, but continued to watch the show in front of him with interest.

Diess turned his back to the crowd and looked at the desert. The desert in the moonlight is silvery white and beautiful, like a blanket made of silver.

At this moment, a black dot on the silver blanket attracted Dees's attention, and Dees soon discovered that the black dot was actually a living thing. The black dots move extremely fast, and they are coming at everyone. It seems that the comer is not good.

"Enemy attack!" Dees shouted loudly.