Chapter 689 "Pervert"

Once the kobold warlock died, the surviving gangsters also lost their fighting spirit and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Audrey blew the horn and called her companions to retreat, warning them that there was no need to hunt down those fleeing kobolds, lest they be caught in an ambush or lose their way.

Arnold swung his sword and cut down the last kobold in sight. He turned his head to the direction of the sound of the horn, and found that everyone was responding to Audrey's call, giving up chasing the kobolds and gathering towards her. He felt quite uncomfortable. taste.

Arnold's character is a little impulsive and aggressive, but he is not stupid. He vaguely realizes that he, the expedition leader, has a tendency to be ostracized.

The "career" who took his power quietly was the woman he was pursuing. This kind of depressed feeling is really painful and indescribable.

Arnold hesitated for a long time, and realized that he was alone on the battlefield, so he could only endure the embarrassment, pretending to be nonchalant, and walked towards Audrey.

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"Terhat!"

Joan cast the 3-ring "dispel technique", waved a green light curtain, and decomposed the stinky cloud remaining in the sky into disordered magic threads, returned to the embrace of the magic net, and then walked towards the corpse on the opposite side.

The kobold warlock was pierced through the heart by Hailaer's sword, and he lay face down in a pool of blood, no longer breathing.

Joan chanted the incantation, remotely controlled the "Hand of the High Mage" to reach into the pool of blood, and turned the corpse over.

A shocking giant wound pierced the kobold warlock's chest, and blood gushed out.

Joan frowned, regretting not being able to remind Hailaer to be gentle in time, wasting so much precious "warlock's blood" in vain.

In order to stop the loss in time, Joan summoned the "Tears of God" telepathically, dipped into the water bag, spent myth energy to make a healing potion, and poured it on the corpse.

Of course, the potion can't bring the dead back to life, and that's not what Joan intended.

The kobold warlock had just died, and his body was not stiff yet, and there was still some vitality in the fresh flesh and blood.

Joan poured the healing potion on the corpse, stimulating the remaining vitality, so that the sword wound on the chest healed quickly and stopped bleeding.

In Joan's eyes at this moment, this corpse is like a skin bag that preserves fresh blood.

Smiling in satisfaction, Joan put away the "Tears of God", remotely controlled the "Hand of the High Mage" to pick up the kobold warlock's body, and dragged it back to the camp set up by the explorers.

Even if the wound is sealed to prevent blood loss, the plasma inside the corpse cannot be kept fresh for a long time, and it will solidify after a while.

In order to fully extract the value of the corpse, Qiao An ignored the surprised eyes of the students, and silently dragged the corpse through the busy camp, found a secluded and flat area, put the corpse down, and quickly set up a tent.

Joan set up a folding desk in the tent, spread out ink and spell books, and turned around to drag the corpse into the tent.

When he was doing these things, he didn't have any scruples about the curious or frightened gazes from around him.

When he lowered the curtain of the tent and took the body of the kobold warlock to hide in the small world isolated from the world, discussions immediately rang out outside the tent.

"What is Mr. Vader doing?"

"Probably because he wants to steal the spoils... Kobold warlocks should have magic items, right?"

"Don't be stupid! If there is any loot, it would have been snatched up by senior sister Hailar long ago, so it's his turn to take advantage of it!"

"That's right. Hailar is a well-known 'money fan'. She has already searched the corpse of the kobold warlock, and there is nothing to squeeze out."

"Since this is the case, why did Mr. Vader drag that bloody corpse into his tent, as if he found some treasure... Does he have some kind of special hobby?"

"I heard that 'mage' is the profession that is most likely to twist people's minds... Hey! Guess, does Mr. Vader have that... 'necrophilia'?"

"The kobolds look so wretched, I don't believe anyone can be sexually interested in their corpses? Mister Vader is more likely to be 'necrophagia'..."

"But the kobold is dirty and smelly, it doesn't look delicious at all!"

"Stop talking! I feel so perverted!"

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Qiao An didn't know that he had become a "perverted maniac" in the eyes of his classmates, and he was secretly having fun at the moment.

In fact, he doesn't have any perverted desire for the kobold warlock's corpse, what he really values ​​is the fresh blood stored in the corpse.

As early as more than three months ago, Joan learned a very weird second-level necromancy spell called "Blood Interpretation" from the spell book of "Crazy Mage" Felger.

Using this spell, Joan can read the magic that the arcane spellcaster is good at from the blood of the arcane spellcaster.

Every time you perform "Blood Interpretation", you need to consume at least one pint of fresh blood plasma.

Generally speaking, no spell caster would be willing to damage their own health for no reason and provide so much blood for interpretation. Although Joan had already learned this spell, he never had the chance to practice it.

Now with the corpse of the kobold warlock, there are at least 8 pints of fresh blood stored in the corpse, which undoubtedly provides Joan with excellent materials for experimenting with "blood interpretation".

Joan rubbed his hands, took out the largest glass syringe from the storage bag, put the needle in it, poked it deeply into the blood vessel of the corpse with a snort, and began to draw blood.

The thick needle tube is like a wine bottle, which is slowly filled with thick and bright red blood, glowing like a ruby ​​under the magic light.

Joan stared at the scale on the needle tube, stopped drawing blood when it reached a pint, and squeezed the drawn blood into a large flask.

After preparing the spell-casting materials, Joan put down the syringe, walked up to the flask containing fresh plasma, and softly chanted the spell-casting incantation of "Blood Interpretation", and finally ended with an Elvish word representing "blood".

"Serce!"

The moment the magic ceremony was completed, the distribution of the magic net inside the tent was disturbed wonderfully. Countless magic threads penetrated the flask, shuttled and entangled in the accumulated blood, and weaved into a spell configuration similar to "identification".

As the spell configuration gradually improved and finally stabilized, rows of tiny luminous characters appeared on the surface of the blood, clearly a set of magic spells.

Joan leaned over to the flask and observed the spell on the surface of the blood through the glass wall. After a little identification, he recognized that it was the second-level "invisibility", and he couldn't help being disappointed.

Joan waved his hand to cancel the "blood interpretation", and the magical aura in the flask disappeared, and the blood in the bottle became cloudy and black. It was obviously corrupted and could not be reused.

The experiment just now showed that "Blood Interpretation" can indeed extract the spell configuration from the caster's blood, but this extraction has a lot of randomness.

If you are unlucky, like Joan did just now, what you interpret is just a spell that you have already mastered, which is tantamount to wasting your time.