After studying for a long time, I only learned a few warsong spells. There are a few spells that Yang Yang finds more practical, such as:

Hex: Can transform an enemy into a frog, causing it to enter a hypnotic state and not perform any attacks or actions.

Bloodthirsty Rage: Anyone who feels the effects of Warsong will receive double their attack damage and attack speed, and mages will receive double their spell attack and channel time by half.

Wind Shear: Can interrupt the target's cast.

Although there are not many skills learned, these skills are very practical, and Yang Yang is still very satisfied with the benefits that this dragon sacrifice has brought to him.

Yang Yang tried his newly learned shaman skill, bloodthirsty and furious.

After a not-so-long spell chanting, Yang Yang's body became half larger. The entire body grew to a height of more than two meters, and the strength and spells in the body were greatly enhanced.

Yang Yang thought that if this thing was used together with the transformation of the dragon spirit, would it be worth it? Wouldn't his strength skyrocket more than four times in an instant?

It's a pity that the old injury from last time hasn't healed yet, and Yang Yang can't use the transformation for the time being. Otherwise, when I fought against that dragon priest and the three dragon knights just now, I wouldn't have been beaten so badly.

Thinking that he was about to increase his strength by four times in an instant, Yang Yang's heart was full of joy, as if a man who had been a single man for thirty years suddenly broke into his daughter's country.

After secretly having fun for a while, Yang Yang calmed down his excitement. The corpses of the three Wyvern Knights and the two Terrain Dragon Knights who were secretly put away on the battlefield and their mounts were released from the Baidu Gold Ring, because according to the memories of the little necromancer, these dead guys still have a certain development value, that is, they can be transformed into necromantic creatures with a ritual and then forcibly recruited as their own guards.

Although it is very evil, Yang Yang will not have a shadow in his heart. After summoning the skeleton elf, the gargoyle, and the ring of the eye of the pupil that he was carrying, Yang Yang already felt more and more that he was a black mage.

Yang Yang sat cross-legged on the ground, and in front of him were the five corpses of dragon knights who were about to rush to become Yang Yang's experimental mice.

The summoning ceremony began, and Yang Yang recited the incantation. A burst of death aura overflowed Yang Yang's body, and streams of black qi filled the entire room and shrouded the corpse.

After the corpse touched the black gas, it quickly absorbed the black gas into the body, and the corpse slowly began to become more vivid, as if it was not completely dead.

The ceremony lasted for about two hours, and Yang Yang had already begun to have large beads of sweat dripping from the top of his head at this time.

This summoning ritual consumes mana abnormally, and even if Yang Yang already has the strength of a magician at this time, summoning this ritual is still a bit unbearable.

After the corpses around Yang Yang were soaked in enough of this black qi, the muscles on his body began to dry up rapidly. The blood slowly fused into the shriveled muscles, and the bones on the corpse were clearly visible through the muscles covering them.

Yang Yang stretched out his right hand, his index finger and ring finger together and stretched out a sword-like front finger to the corpse in front of him, and a cloud of green light was projected from the two fingers and shone on the corpse.

The corpse became active after being illuminated by this green light, and moved restlessly on the ground, as if it was about to break free from the restraints and jump.

Yang Yang continued for about another half an hour, slowly lifting the two fingers of his right hand pointing at the corpse upward.

"Up!"

As Yang Yang broke off, the corpse instantly bounced off the ground and stood in place. At this time, the body no longer had a little breath of life, and it was completely enveloped by the breath of death. It's like a dry corpse that has been buried in the ground for thousands of years, and it's eerie.

Most of the ritual has been carried out, and there is one final procedure left, which is to instill the corpse.

This infusion is also the most difficult and critical step.

As the name suggests, infusion is the infusion of a soul into a corpse that can obey its own commands. Often, the level of attack power of this zombie warrior depends largely on the strength of the infusion, for example.

A two- or three-year-old child with an AK47 will definitely not be able to beat a thirty-year-old special forces, even if he is bare-handed, whether the soul power injected is strong or not also determines the strength of these five zombie warriors.

Yang Yang was going to use the souls of the original five dragon knights, because Yang Yang couldn't find a more powerful soul than those five dragon knights in his dragon spirit.

The previous Necromancer and Dragon Sacrifice were elemental souls, not suitable for this kind of hand-to-hand zombies.

After making up his mind, Yang Yang extracted the soul power of these five dragon knights from the dragon spirit.

This kind of soul power no longer has its original autonomous consciousness, and it is a pure broken memory-type soul that has been completely refined by Yang Yang. They will preserve their memories of the battles and some basic behavior patterns, but they will not be autonomous, that is, they will be completely a machine that can only carry out orders.

It was the first time to do such a hurtful thing, although he was very excited, Yang Yang was still a little nervous. If the people of the Holy See knew that they had created such a necromantic creature that was purely opposed to the Pope, they would not know if they would be burned at the stake?

I'm a divine messenger, I shouldn't be so miserable, right?

Yang Yang thought about his identity, and thought about the Holy See's treatment of black magicians, and couldn't help but shudder in his heart. It was like a village chief knocking on a widow's door in the middle of the night, yearning for the primal pleasure and fearing that the rest of the village would know that his behavior would ruin his image. It's really a step to heaven, a step to death!

Yang Yang cleaned up his messy thoughts, clasped his hands together and turned his thumbs outward to form a "call" seal. A soul green light in the handprint was slowly pressed into the body of a zombie warrior by Yang Yang, and the soul was sealed by Yang Yang's own consciousness inside, if there was an accident, Yang Yang could destroy this soul at any time to destroy the corpse.

After pressing three soul bodies into these reforged bodies in a row, Yang Yang was already sweating profusely.

Enduring the violent manic sequelae in his heart, Yang Yang changed the summoning seal, hugged the little thumbs of both hands, and bent his index finger to form a demon seal.

Because this act of forcibly pressing the soul into the new ** seriously angered the most violent origin consciousness body in the soul, the backlash of this spell was also the greatest.

It's like if you put an adult's foot in a pair of children's shoes, and anyone will resist. Although the soul power has lost its autonomous consciousness, there will still be that instinctive resistance.

A stronger handprint had changed, and the strength of the resisting soul was noticeably lighter. Yang Yang slowly sank down in his heart, and smashed this soul power into the body of the flying dragon knight.