"Thank you very much for your help, my lord, this test is over."

"Are there any tests? It's so fun, I haven't played enough..."

Burris looked up from the note and looked at Lott helplessly. In fact, the test just now was nothing fun. The Bone Maharaja resurrected a broken mud killer, or rather, a crushed mud killer.

The mud killer is not a natural creature. It was invented by a spellcaster named Palmy in history. This kind of thing looks like dirt, and it feels like dirt. Most of the time, it is a pile of dirt without any features. It can stretch into a flat surface and wrap and cover a large area of ​​land. It can also be compressed to the size of an apricot and disguised as a hard stone. Blocks can also be used to stretch and squash through small gaps and sneak into the indestructible fortress. The original product was used to carry out assassinations, so it was named Mud Killer. (Note 1)

Later, this invention was slowly improved by the mages, and various variants appeared. The original mud killer killed the target by squeezing the package. After the target suffocated, it would spit out the body. Later, an ancient wizard mage creatively set up a teleportation array in the mud-shaped killer, and the swallowed target would be automatically teleported to the place where the wizard hoped... The necromancers made the most terrifying improvements to the mud-shaped killer. They added paralysis and digestive functions to it. After being swallowed, the creature would remain awake, but could not resist until it was slowly corroded into bones.

There are also some strange wizards. They give the mud killer an automatic deformation function. This "transformation" refers to not simply squashing and rounding, but transforming into various animal or human shapes...Of course, even if it is deformed, Their texture is still earthy. With this function, the mud killer can be disguised as a sculpture or even as a god.

Burris also made a mud killer. His tower was not built by humans. At the beginning, he only hired two human architects who were responsible for design and guidance. Several semi-intelligent golems were responsible for executing specific orders. The specific physical tasks were done by mud killers. of.

In Burris's view, letting the mud killer do damage is an overkill. They have excellent weight-bearing ability, mobility and physical extensibility. As long as they are properly controlled, they can take on important tasks in many places.

For example, there is a river near the No Return Mountain Range, which is often flooded by rainwater upstream in summer and autumn... So Burris planted a group of mud-shaped killers near the river. They usually sleep in the wild. Once the river water exceeds the warning line, they will automatically Expand the body and transform into an indestructible dam. After the river returns to normal, the "dams" will return to their original positions on their own, and the beautiful scenery on both sides of the river and the mooring points will not be affected.

There are also some mud-shaped killers in Burris' tower that are temporarily not used. They shrunk into small round stones, lying quietly in the box one by one, and Burris also gave them a small soft towel for each ball.

Some mud killers will be damaged for various reasons, lose their vitality, and turn back to shattered and dried magic clay. There is such one in Burris' tower. The apprentices said he was too old, but Burris just couldn't bear to throw it away. What use would it be someday...

Now, the Bone Maharaja has completely revived the fragmented mud killer. Of course, he still casts the spell with his mouth. Fortunately, this mud-shaped killer really has a mouth... an artificial mouth remaining on the debris.

While the Bone Maharaja was holding the fragments and kissing, Burris sat among a pile of instruments, casting spells to observe the fluctuations of specific spells.

This is different from the previous spell using mouth. It used to be "healing and resetting living creatures", which is essentially a magical technique, but restoring "severely damaged magic items" is another matter. The Maharaja not only reversed the damage of the thing, but also completely restored the magic that it should have on it, and automatically gained control over it after the entire process. After being repaired, the mud-shaped killer's previous abilities were restored. , But it no longer loyal to Burris, but regards Lot as its master.

This is not important, Burris can regain control of it by filling it with a magic potion. He didn't do that, anyway it was just an old model with very basic capabilities.

The important thing is that Lott simultaneously used the three powers of sacred, immortal, and purgatory during this restoration process. Reversing the damage requires restoring power, repairing the spells on it requires the corresponding spell of the undead system, and seizing control by default is a characteristic of purgatory power.

It is important to document this process. Burris can slowly analyze the detailed principles. These parameters may provide shortcuts for future magic research and spell development...

While the mage was thinking and recording, Lot was already playing with the resurrected mud killer. Lott turned it into a double-eared pot. He stood at the other end of the room and threw corn flakes into the tank. Then he turned it into a giant version of Earl Herroff and let it spit out the corn flakes. Very far, spit out the door, the real earl of Hrolf in the corridor began to chase the corn flakes along the parabola...

When Burris raised his head, the mud killer deformed into Lot's appearance. It was in a posture with its chest and head up, maintaining a bright smile, without clothes on, a bit like the statue on the fountain in the square.

"This kind of test is fun," Lott rubbed his chin and admired his "statue", "Burris, do you have any fun tests? Don't be polite with me, just come!"

Burris glanced at the statue, then quickly moved his eyes back: "Can't you make clothes for it? The mud-shaped killer can make clothes together."

"Why, are you embarrassed to look at my naked body?" Lott blinked deliberately. "It's okay, that's not my naked body. I just made it an undressed statue with my face, in fact it The details of the body are different from mine, such as mine..."

Burris picked up the notes, stood up and walked out: "Today's test is over. Do you want to go out for a walk? The month-end episode in Sundari Town is starting again, I remember you liked it there... "

Lott followed, staring at Burris's back and giggling. Sure enough, the little mage is embarrassed again, it's so cute, I said it was not my naked body...

This floor is full of various laboratories and equipment rooms. When passing by one of the doors, Lot heard the sound of puffing water, as if someone was swimming in a big pool.

"Burris, what is this?" Lot curiously called the mage. This is the upper level of the tower. It is said that there will not be a pool. It was probably made with space magic.

Burris turned his head and stared at the house number. "This is... something you have seen."

"I have seen?"

"You drive Count Hrolf away, and I open the door to show you. The contents will not hurt us both, but I am afraid he will attack the dog."

Count Hrolf was quite obedient. Lott gave an order, and it ran to the stairs and jumped on the floating saucer, and obediently descended to the living floor.

Burris chanted the spell while touching the rune on the door. After opening the door, there was a room much larger than what you saw outside. The room was empty and had no facilities except the round pool in the middle.

Something was churning in the pool. Lot was not afraid, because there was nothing that could hurt him anyway. He walked to the pool to see that there were many white pythons entangled and swam at the bottom of the pool.

One of the pythons swam to the edge of the pool, and half of its body was out of the water. Lott saw that this was not a python at all. Its body was a pale white slender fleshy strip with thin arms, which could meander forward like a snake, but where there should be a head at the end, there was a human being. Palm of the hand.

"This is not the one of your mentor..." Lott looked at it in surprise. The palm python seemed to feel that the creature in front of him could not afford to offend, and then slowly retracted to the bottom of the water.

Burris also stepped forward: "Yes. Then I returned to the Khiva River and cleaned up the contents. Some were killed by me, and some were transplanted elsewhere by me. Look, the gray ones are Illil made it back then, the pure white one was made by me later."

"Are you raising this? They almost killed you back then."

"I bred and improved them," Burris said. "They have certain military uses and can be used in rivers and sea defenses. As long as the caster controls them properly, they can be used safely."

"After Yrel died, these things were out of control..." Halfway through, Lott noticed something was wrong and quickly hugged Burris beside him, "Of course, I won't let you die! Just to say... can you control them under any circumstances?"

Burris smiled: "Don't worry, they are different from the past. Now if the manipulator dies, or the spell link is cut off for any reason, they will be deactivated immediately instead of free to break free. Did you know, King Thago There are these things in the moat of the capital..."

When he went to the royal capital last time, Lot paid special attention to the moat. He was a little disappointed when he heard that some city-states would raise crocodiles in the river, but there were no crocodiles in the river in the capital of Sargo.

"Does the king know?" Lot asked.

"His Majesty Pacia knows that the top officials of the Tower of Truth and some ministers also know. The Sargo law prohibits civilians from using the moat, and the people also know that there are dangerous creatures in the river and will not approach easily. But the version they know is not palm python, but can Discharged piranha. This is enough to prevent ordinary people from spying."

Piranha does sound more efficient than crocodile. "Where else is this thing?" Lot was very curious.

"There are also a few rivers near the No Return Mountains...but I didn't activate them. They are in a long-term dormant state. Even if someone dives into the river naked and digs snails, there will be no accidents. There are also some in the waters near Black Cliff. The same is not enabled..."

"Black Cliff Castle? The Otarot Knights' garrison in the south? It's the place where Princess Esther's lover is stationed..."

"Sir Naylor is Estie's lover, not a lover," Burris corrected. "Yes, it's the neighborhood. Estee suggested it to me. Only she and I know about it. And, that piece. The palm python in the sea is not only controlled by me, Esther also has control."

"Why? She was afraid that Naylor would be sorry to her? Once they broke up, she ordered something in the sea to tear him apart?"

"What are you thinking... Of course not. She wants to protect him. Black Cliff Fort is a seaport city, facing several important islands. A hundred years ago, marine humanoids attacked ships or looted ships in this area. Afterwards, humans cooperated with Quintilia’s elves to drive those creatures to the depths of the ocean. Since then, the sea south of Sargo has been fairly stable, except for occasional pirates. That battle is in history. It is very famous. The Knights of Black Cliff Fort lost most of its troops in the battle. Estie is a child who is particularly prone to think things badly. After reading that period of history, she always worried that similar incidents would happen again. Sir Le is in danger... so she and I secretly arranged a palm python in the sea. That's good, it's good to be prepared for danger in times of peace."

"So..." Lott was a little curious about the "ocean humanoid race" in the story. He had read related stories, but had never seen them in person.

The two of them walked out of the room and stepped onto the floating saucer at the top of the stairs. Burris thought for a while and stared at Lott seriously: "My lord, we are going to the Five Pagoda Peninsula in a few days. When you get there, don't mention what you saw today."

Wuta Peninsula Training Institute is located on the east coast of the mainland. It is not only a magic school, but also a small free city-state. The training institute holds a summit every three years, and the teachers and students of the school and the masters who have studied here gather together to exchange knowledge and exchange knowledge.

Burris is one of the directors of the Five Towers Peninsula, so naturally he can't be absent...No, in fact, he has been absent several times. Every time he was absent, he used the Sargod royal family as an excuse, claiming that he was unable to attend on official business, and then sent an apprentice to attend casually on his behalf...

He would like to go to this year's summit. He is interested in one of the results of the observation of the void. It's a pity that the respected old mage couldn't even want to attend. He could only send an "apprentice" named Kreve to attend.

Lot is very much looking forward to this journey. Originally Burris didn't want to take him there, but once Lot was obsessed with something, he wouldn't give up easily, and Burris could not refuse him at all.

"You mean, don't mention the palm python?" Lot was excited when he thought of the Five Towers Peninsula. He likes to watch new and exciting things. What else could be more exciting than the Spell Convention?

Burris nodded: "The mage participating in the meeting came from various countries and regions, and the palm python is in a sense... also one of Sargo’s military secrets. Also, it was made by illegal magic after all. This kind of thing is tacitly understood among the masters, but as a school manager, I have to do whatever I want. Many things cannot be too blatant."

Lot agreed, and couldn't help asking: "Seriously, I'm a little curious... Burris, this thing almost killed you back then, did you have no shadow on them? When you first raised them, you not afraid?"

Lott saw it after the question. Burris must have been scared because he didn't answer right away.

"I was really scared at first, but gradually I stopped being afraid," the mage said with a smile, "because I realized that I can do everything Illil can't do."

The author has something to say:

Note 1: Mud-shaped killers may remind people of ooze (a monster that has appeared in many stories and games), but it is not the mud-shaped killer.

The mud killer is much weaker. It does not hunt automatically and needs to be activated. The default version is not acidic (but you can add various plug-ins). It is only good at sneaking into various places because of its penetration and shaping capabilities. Assassinate.

It can also be molded into a wall, a sculpture, a stone mill, a door, etc... If a mage wants to pretend to be an artist, it will be very convenient to use it to copy other people's sculptures...

Most magic in this story is quite weak, so are magic creatures/creations...

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The next dungeon is about to begin. The memory part has been appearing one after another. I hope you can still adapt to this feeling... The memory part actually doesn't have much complicated plot.

The future dungeon will involve the Maharaja’s small past experiences (small experiences, small ones, not big experiences. For example, "What does the Maharaja do in every 7-day wind, do you still know him?" People other than Reese"...and so on), is a paragraph that makes me a little bit excited...