Chapter 245 Will

"Crack, crack, crack"!

After Punk used restoration spells to repair his eardrums, the first thing that entered his ears was the projection of a unique "oral applause".

The projection in a large robe was clapping mechanically while expressing congratulations in a monotonous voice without sincerity:

"Congratulations, successor, you have passed another difficult level."

"Don't say your congratulations, it sounds like a strong sense of sarcasm"!

Punk patted the dust that didn't exist on his body and stood up. Just now, the clothes on his body were changed back to his original equipment in a blink of an eye. Wen's black hooded robes have quietly returned.

The way of changing clothes is still so unexpected and sudden, but Punk is now somewhat prepared for these various "sudden occurrences". He didn't make a fuss and complained to try, but calmly tidied himself up. the edge of his hood, making sure his pointy ears are completely covered.

"Out of the curiosity necessary for successors, I would like to ask, is this thing cultivated by the Grand Arcanist? I originally thought he was a summoned creature!"

Punk kicked the corpse of the shepherd lying on the ground with his exquisite leather boots, like kicking a tattered doll.

This huge corpse has now lost all its energy support, and has become a pile of fragile bones, and Punk can even make a "crash" sound when he kicks it.

It has to be said that, as a relatively rare magical creature, many parts of the soul shepherd's body are precious magic materials. For example, these bone powders can be used to refine many advanced alchemy potions, and his half-energy pupils are also useful for magic. Materials, if Punk's storage ring was not available, he would definitely put away the corpses on the ground immediately.

However, since the soul shepherd can still leave a corpse after death, it proves that it is not a summoned creature, but a truly complete living body.

"Of course this creature is not a summoned creature. It was sent from a demiplane of undead attached to this ruin."

Projection's answer is very natural, and every word is full of self-feeling.

But the self-feeling of the projection is really good. After all, he was not the one who fought, and the punk feeling as the person involved was not good at the time:

"Damn it... Well, I've already made a ghost... Let me ask first, how big is this half-plane master-level undead creature?"

"Of course, although there are no legendary powerhouses in a subsidiary demiplane, there are still hundreds of thousands of master-level undead."

"...The guy you summoned must have been carefully selected, right? I can think that you are sure that this guy doesn't have any powerful cards? Have you considered some unusual combat power"?

"...It doesn't matter, I believe you, the successor, the help provided in the trial space can "theoretically" deal with all creatures below the legend"!

"Oh my God, what if this guy's strength is higher than your estimate, and he explodes so that I can't even hide, so what if I'm instantly killed?"

"Then die, what else can I do?"

"... What you said is so reasonable that I am speechless..."

Punk resisted the urge to give this projection a power awl. This guy's test was not rigorous. Sure enough, the Grand Arcanist built this place to deceive people, right?

But it’s meaningless to say these things now. On the one hand, punk has passed, and on the other hand...

"What can I do if the designer of the Great Labyrinth doesn't follow the routine? I'm also very helpless."

Looking at the dead fish face projected for ten thousand years, Punk didn't bother to argue with this guy anymore. He knew that no matter how nonsense this damn trial was, he had to continue. Who let this be his territory? In other words, the generous rewards are worth comforting!

"Very good, now that I have recovered, I think we can proceed to the last trial as soon as possible. To be honest, I already miss the delicious fruit pie."

Punk spread his hands in a look of lovelessness.

Speaking of fruit pie, Punk really likes it. As a semi-prime elf, he likes fruit and other delicacies very much. In order to facilitate snacks, fruit pie is the only "entertainment" that he spent an hour learning. project", and now he still has several pieces of delicious fruit pie baked a week ago in his storage ring.

But the sky is not fulfilling people's wishes, and the fruit pie that Punk has been looking forward to may be destined to be in the foreseeable future.

"I don't know if you are the successor of luck or misfortune, the next trial may be a little bit different from what you think"!

"Different? Are you sure it's just a little bit"?

Hearing the projection's answer, Punk couldn't help raising his eyebrows. He didn't need to have a premonition about how bad this Netherese civilization relic was. Punk could be sure just based on the projection's words——Continue I don't know if the trial that came down is difficult or not, but the degree of weirdness is definitely high enough.

Facts gave Punk a flat response—you guessed it, and no rewards.

"The next trial is a trial of will. You will directly enter the memory of a learned Archanist, and then experience his 24,000-year-long life from birth to death on the battlefield in the first person in every possible way. .

But don't worry, due to the accelerated time in your memory, you actually only need 460 years of life "just"!

During this period, you will also learn the knowledge of Vedrasha Zakas, the erudite Grand Archunion "Far Space Scholar", and at the same time, this knowledge is the inheritance of the first stage."

"Does that mean the trial of will is also included?"

asked Punk.

"That's right, what you have experienced is not just the learning process of a grand archaeologist, but also all the memories and emotions of this strong man in his long life, from childhood to adulthood, in every possible way, if you can If you don’t get lost after experiencing a period of economics that is no different from real life, then it can prove that your will is qualified.”

"I see, this is really... a difficult test!"

Punk muttered to himself solemnly.

You must know that human beings are actually fickle creatures. After more than ten years of different environmental changes on the earth, a person will become unrecognizable. Those who once had dreams but lost in mediocrity do not know How many.

But now, in the face of a high-level life that is complete, meticulous, and has a life span of 24,000 years, if a creature can still maintain its self, it can no longer be described as a genius, and it should be called a genius. A monster, a monster through and through!

The current situation is that as long as there are "monsters" in the Netheril civilization, ordinary geniuses are not favored by those grand arcana. Compared with the final trial, the previous trial is not difficult at all, it can only be said that It's just an introduction to "genius".