"I don't know what you're doing when you come all the way to me this time?" Don Quixote knows very well that this guy Alsace is a person who has nothing to do but go to the Three Treasures Palace, and the last time he came over was to return his life box, of course, he actually wanted to tell himself a truth in disguise, whether it is a man or a demon, after mastering a powerful power, he must consider the consequences of doing things, so in fact, Don Quixote is still very grateful for the teachings of this old lich, although Don Quixote basically didn't listen to it.

Arthas looked up, apparently the house was filled with traces of Don Quixote, perhaps the magical garbage produced by Don Quixote, "You're very comfortable here, but have you ever thought about it, you're just a lich after all?" ”

Don Quixote shrugged his shoulders, "Although I don't quite believe that there is pure spiritual love in this world, but at least for now, it's not bad, as for what the future will be, it's not in my scope of consideration, the future things, or leave it to the future to have a headache." ”

"You can think of it," Arthas leaned back on the couch, "but are you willing to do this for the rest of your life?"

"What can you do if you are unwilling or unwilling, wait," Don Quixote sat up suddenly, and his two eyes that had not been used for a long time actually shone brightly, "Could it be that your research has achieved results, teacher?"

Obviously, the implication of Arthas's words is that I have found a solution to this problem, otherwise, with Arthas's surname, I would definitely not ask myself such a question, for the body of the lich, although Don Quixote is used to it, but fundamentally speaking, he still wants to be able to get a new human feeling.

"Although this problem has not been completely solved, there are already some eyebrows," said Arthas, gently stroking the space ring on his hand, and a transparent sealed glass bottle appeared in his hand, the outside of the glass bottle was a dense magic array, and the inside was filled with a bottle of thick green liquid, "Remember the last time I said that I was going to the dragon clan to buy some materials? ”

Don Quixote didn't reach out to take it, as a lich, he has long been accustomed to using psionic energy to perceive everything, when his psionic energy came into contact with a bottle of thick green liquid, a powerful vitality that could not be described in words filled Don Quixote's psionic energy, which actually made him feel suffocated as a mage of the ring, the reason is that the vitality in the green liquid is too vigorous, causing Don Quixote's psionic energy to be a little overloaded, if it weren't for the magic array outside, I'm afraid that at this moment, this room, at least this area should be full of this huge and domineering vitality。 "Goddess Mithra is above, this terrifying life force, what the hell is this?"

"The sap of the dragon grass, a plant that must be watered with the dragon's saliva, contains extremely strong vitality," Arthas raised the glass bottle in his hand to the magic crystal lamp, and said lightly, "This bottle cost me 100,000 gold coins, which the other party sold to me for the sake of my face, and most of the more than 1 million gold coins you gave me were spent here by me, and I bought a total of seven bottles." ”

There was silence, and Arthas suddenly stopped speaking, "And then?" Don Quixote seemed to sense something wrong.

"And then," Arthas carefully put the bottle back in, "the experiment got bogged down, it failed five times in a row, there were two bottles left of this thing, and the rest of the money was used to buy other materials, and if it failed, the research would not be able to continue." ”

"Goddess Misra is above," Don Quixote held his forehead, obviously what he wanted to say next was that my money was all wasted, but considering that in the world of Feren, there seemed to be no such three words, and it was very difficult to translate it, so he simply used silence to show his attitude.

"Ahem~ahem," Arthas also seemed a little embarrassed, "So that's what I'm here for, the most important thing in this experiment is this vibrant dragon grass, but unfortunately I won't tell you, I relied on my past fame and relationship with the patriarch of the dragon clan back then, I bought all the mature dragon grass in their hands, and then grew it out, then I don't know how many years, so if the next experiment continues to fail, I'm afraid this experiment will be put on hold for the time being," said Arthas sighed, " I've found out that it's not okay for people to be unconvinced, and sometimes too much experience will also restrict my thinking, so I want you to experiment with me, maybe with the help of your free thinking like a bird, you can find some breakthroughs. ”

Don Quixote narrowed his eyes slightly, "It's okay to help the teacher, after all, helping you is equivalent to helping myself, but I don't know the specific process of your experiment, so it's best if you can sort out a detailed information first, if I feel that I can do it, I will help you, if your experiment is beyond my ability, then I don't have any way." ”

"Alright," Arthas nodded, "if I need your help, then I really need to sort through the information I have." ”

"By the way, teacher," Don Quixote suddenly thought of Lantes who "died" in his hands, how similar that guy's ability is to the lich, but in terms of the cleverness of disguise, it is estimated that ten lichs will not be able to catch up with him, because he actually hid his soul in the sea of consciousness of the real Lantes, and then Don Quixote told Alsace about Lantes, "You say we lichs can do this?"

Arthas shook his head, " I don't know how the person you said did this, and I think it's some kind of secret art that has not been passed down to the world, but from the perspective of us lichs alone, this is impossible, the reason is very simple, when a lich puts all his soul into the sea of consciousness of another person, if we want to control this body, then we only have two ways, the first is to command the owner of the original body, but we ourselves cannot perceive any information from the outside world, and we cannot use any spells on the outside world. ”

"The second is to pass the psionic tentacles through his sea of consciousness and directly control the body to perceive the outside world, but the result is that the person's soul will be killed by the lich's psionic tentacles, and it is no different from clinging to a corpse. ”

"Teacher," Don Quixote waved his hand, and there were three more corpses in the room, naturally, these were the three unlucky mages who died in his hands some time ago," A while ago, there were a few mages who wanted to intercept me, the purpose was for my money, so I didn't be polite to them, so I used talent spells to pull their souls out, at that time, I had an idea, but unfortunately because there was a patrol nearby, I didn't want to make a big deal out of it, so I threw their bodies into the space ring, and when I went to the residence and took out their bodies, those three guys were completely dead. ”

"After that, there are no blind people who trouble me, and let me kill people for no reason, I really can't do it, so I have never had a chance to confirm that idea, that is, for example, when a person is still alive, his soul is extracted, at this time, although the person is dead by definition, but in fact, his heart is still beating, his body is still breathing, and even the blood is flowing, so it can also be considered that the body is still alive, and at this time, we are attached to this living body, can't we avoid the decomposition of the body？”

"Attached to the living," Arthas suddenly laughed, apparently laughing at Don Quixote for being too idealistic, "how many years have the lichs existed, and how many of them are willing to cling to decaying bodies all the time, if this works?" I remember a long, long time ago there was a lich experiment, he turned out to be a noble mage, although he successfully transformed himself into a lich, but it was a last resort, from the bottom of his heart, he is similar to you, nostalgic for everything in the world, hoping that he can live again to face the world. ”

"However, as a nobleman, that guy is much more ruthless than you, he grabbed a lot of slaves for experiments, and directly used psionic spells to forcibly pull out a person's soul, and then stuffed his soul into it, at the beginning, the body was indeed alive, able to see, hear, touch the world, and even feel pain, but unfortunately, it didn't take long for this body to die. After killing many slaves, it discovered that the soul structure of our lich is completely different from that of humans, and it is this structural change that has led to a problem. ”

"I remember that lich's notes were written," Arthas recalled, What did we forget about the lich soul, that guy used a very old language, it was too tongue-twisting, probably meaning, the lich's soul is very special, if you take it out, it seems to be a sphere with countless tentacles on it, and the spiritual energy fluctuations emitted by these tentacles that control the body will interfere with the laws of the body itself, such as the beating of the heart will be abnormal, or the food eaten can not be digested, and even sometimes, there will be a conflict between the orders issued by the tentacles and the laws of the body itself, causing the body to lose control, and the result is that the body will slowly wither and die。 ”

"I see," Don Quixote nodded slightly, and then looked at Arthas with some suspicion, "Teacher, how do you know about this, should you be?"

"Phew!" Arthas spat and flew out a puck of ice hockey that landed on Kyle's bedroom door as soon as Don Quixote dodged, "I'm a great frost lich, would do that kind of thing?" That guy finally found that it was impossible to use a living human body as a carrier, so he frantically changed himself to a living human body every few days to keep himself alive forever. ””

"Killing people at such a speed, how many slaves are not enough, and the large number of civilian slaves missing, it has attracted the attention of the two temples, of course, at that time, the Sun Temple was not overbearing at all, and it gave me the same feeling as the Temple of Life, a group of very kind people, which are like now, one by one, replaced with my temper back then!"

"Cough~cough~" A cough interrupted Arthas's glorious past reminiscences, "What about below?"

Apparently Don Quixote was clearly more interested in this old story than in the cowhide of Alsace!

(To be continued)