The hapless ghosts killed by wandering shadow creatures are in the minority.

Wren didn't let the guys who got the Shadow Iron Ore run for nothing, as long as they could get the iron ore back, he would give them a little Shadow Dragon scraps.

Even if it is worthless in his eyes, it is enough to be a family heirloom in the eyes of wanderers.

For example, a wanderer chooses to make a dagger set out of the shadow dragon skin, which is not much bigger than a palm, and when this dagger set is placed in an inconspicuous place on his body, there is a high chance that he will hide from the person who searches him.

Even for a wanderer who returned empty-handed, being able to safely travel to the Shadow Plane was a very valuable experience for his practice.

The wanderers retreated with great gratitude.

Only Wren and his two dwarven disciples, Barende and Vonduck, remained.

Barende specializes in mechanical structures, while Vondarke specializes in playing with fire.

In essence, the shadow fire is actually the shadow energy that appears in the form of fire, and it is essentially a negative energy.

There are a total of eight major systems of magic in the Kaos Continent, and there has never been a saying that only one system can be used, and the other system must not be used.

In controlling the shadow fire in the shadow plane, Vondarker cannot be said to be absolutely proficient, at least very smooth.

Soon, under the control of the two disciples, the temperature in the steelmaking furnace became lower and lower, which was normal for the shadow fire of negative energy.

Soon, a large pool of black metallic liquid, which seemed to absorb light, flowed out of the mouth of the stove and accumulated in the pool.

Vondarker carefully controlled the heat and allowed the molten steel to flow out steadily. Barend, next to it, poured molten steel into a pre-made mold.

It took about an hour or so for the whole journey to spread out the black accessories that resembled the knight's armor on the floor of the workshop. At this time, the smelting was not yet over, and there was still a large mass of shadow steel liquid in the middle of the workshop that had not yet condensed.

As you know, the most critical moment has come.

The first thing Wren took out was the soul of the assassination demon.

I saw that the outline of the soul was full of thorn-like spikes, with hideous horns and fangs, and the appearance of the spirit body felt extremely evil at first glance, at this moment it showed a serenity that was different from the existence of the chaotic camp.

Through the system, like editing a video, Wren cut out the habits and memories of the assassination demon as a demon almost frame by frame, leaving only an extremely rich assassination experience.

With a flick of his hand, Wren threw the Assassinator's soul into the fluid.

With a few flutters, a metal creature with a humanoid outline rises from the pool.

His (it) eyes were instantly pitch black, without pupils and light, and it didn't look like a creature at all, but like the terracotta warriors and horses in Wren's memory.

There are no terracotta warriors wearing armor and only the upper body!

The power of the shadow emanated from his body, forming a shadow wheel behind his head and above his head, like a black moon, extremely obscure.

He could clearly feel that in the shadow plane, countless negative energies were like flushing toilets, like a whirlpool, converging on him.

The two dwarven disciples watched this scene in amazement, most of the people who originally played with negative energy were evil sects, at this time, this Shadow Steel Golem did not have a trace of evil energy, raised his hands and feet, and the shadow gray mist lingered around him, as if following his orders, she weaved into a cloud.

Such a fantastical and peculiar scene fell into the mouth of the bard, and I really don't know how to describe it.

"Put on your armor!" Wren so ordered.

The Shadowsteel Golem executed expressionlessly.

When he wore the armor, the gray mist of the shadows was like a cloud steaming, surging around him, reflecting his mysterious and cold temperament.

It's a bit out of people's imagination, when the metal armor is loaded into his metal body, there is not the slightest sonorous sound, like a ball of cotton wool colliding, silky and silent.

When he finally floated quietly in mid-air, being inspected by everyone, if you ignore the strange condition of his upper body and the shadow aura on his body, this is a standard armored warrior.

People have their own preferences for everything, and if the two dwarves are just expressing joy and admiration for their creations, then the shadow dancer will probably kneel down and bow down when he sees him.

The black mist around him churned like a sea of clouds, but quickly and easily merged with his surroundings, representing a legendary creature standing at the top of the shadow plane.

A legendary Shadow Steel Golem!

Looking at the iconic horned helmet, looking at the amethyst-embellished shoulder armor, and feeling the shadow energy gushing out of the cracks in the corners of the armor, Wren was extremely satisfied.

Because this Shadowsteel Golem is completely based on the appearance of the classic assassin hero [Cassadine] that he masturbated before he crossed over.

can also teleport, and is also proficient in shadow (void) skills, you say that this is the Kaos version of Cassadine, and it is estimated that players will believe it.

When you get one and then tinker with the second, it's much faster.

Hey!

Cassadine!

Cassadine in the level 18 six-god outfit!

Lao Tzu has two!

Wren waved his hand, and the two legendary Shadow Steel Golems disappeared into the shadow behind Wren. On weekdays, they are Wren's shadows and guards.

When it matters most, they're going to surprise the unsightly.

Wren turned his head to look at his two disciples: "Do you want it?" ”

Barende shook his head: "It's enough for me to have Mashana. ”

Vondarker was quite impressed: "If I have the opportunity, I would like one." ”

"I'll get one for you when I get the soul of a legendary assassin."

"Thank you, Master."

After teleporting the Mage Tower back to the Academy, Wren tested the IQ of the two legendary Shadowsteel Golems.

[Snort when you hear my words.] 】

"Humph!"

Don't get me wrong, this is the sound effect of the two golems as they answer individually.

Wren: "......"

It's embarrassing, it's cool to delete the memory for a while, and the golem language module is missing.

Next, let Wren try however he wants, and find that they can understand the command, but he can only send a word in response.

You can't just hum when Wren orders these two goods.

The speechless Lei broke the jar and broke it: [When you answer in the future, you will send out (hum), you are (ha).] Well, now respond to me! 】

"Humph!"

"Hah!"

It's comfortable.

At least these two don't sound too shady.

With the legendary Shadow Steel Golem in place, Wren counted the time and found that it was almost time to go through the motions for the second test of admissions.

Alas!

There are things that you know are futile.

It's like working to live. If you want to live, you can only work.

The world is so helpless.

When Harry, who had been promoted to the rank of Legendary Archmage, appeared in the second entrance examination room of the Barbarossa Imperial Capital, the boys and girls who wanted to be apprentices in magic were boiling over, trying to make a good impression on Harry.

"I've seen Lord Winston!"

More than 3,000 people chanted in unison, and it was absolutely imposing.

Ren, who was peeping at the screen, had no waves in his heart, and even wanted to laugh a little.

He knew that his competitors had already swept away all the good seedlings.

Hey?

Wrong!

Wait a minute!

A system-highlighted figure breaks into Wren's field of vision.

(End of chapter)