Mage Joan

As soon as the kobold warlock died, the remaining gangsters also lost their fighting spirit, and they fled in a blink of an eye.

Audrey blew her horn and greeted her companions to withdraw to the position, warning them that there was no need to kill those kobolds who had fled the desert, lest they be caught in ambush or get lost.

Arnold brandished a sword and cut down the last kobold in sight, looking back in the direction of the horn sound, and found that everyone was responding to Audrey's call, abandoning the pursuit of the kobold, and gathering to her side, quite not in my heart taste.

Arnold's character is a little impulsive and radical, but he is not stupid, and vaguely finds himself as an expedition leader.

The "ambitionist" who seized his power indifferently, was still the woman he was pursuing. This kind of depressed feeling could hardly be said.

Arnold hesitated for a long time, and found that there was only one person left on the battlefield. He had to endure embarrassment, pretending to be casual, and walked towards Audrey.

...

"Terhat!"

Joan cast three rings of "dispelling technique", waved a green light curtain, decomposed the stinky cloud remaining in the air into disordered magic threads, returned to the embrace of the magic net, and then walked to the corpse opposite.

The kobold warlock was pierced by Hailar's sword, and he lay face down in the pool of blood, and his breath was gone.

Joan chanted the mantra, and remotely controlled the "High Master's Hand" to reach the pool of blood, turning the body over.

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

Joan frowned, regretting not being able to promptly remind Hailar to be gentle, and wasting so much precious "warlock blood" in vain.

In order to stop the loss in time, Joan telepathically called out "tears of gods", dipped it in a water bag, and used mythic energy to create a healing potion, which was poured on the body.

The potion certainly cannot resurrect the dead, nor is Joan’s purpose.

The kobold warlock has just died, the body is not stiff, and the fresh flesh still has a little vitality.

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

At the moment in Joan's eyes, this body was like a skin sac that kept fresh blood.

With a smile of satisfaction, Joan put away the "tears of gods" and remotely controlled the "hands of the higher mages" to pick up the corpses of kobold warlocks and drag them back to the campsites established 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 coagulate soon.

In order to fully squeeze the value of this corpse, Joan ignored the surprised eyes of the students and silently dragged the corpse through the busy camp to find a secluded and flat area, put down the corpse, and quickly put up a tent.

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

When he did these things, he didn't care about the curious or frightened eyes cast around him.

When he hung down the curtain of the tent and took the kobold warlock's body to hide in a small world isolated from the world, there was an immediate sound of discussion outside the tent.

"What is Mr. Vader doing?"

"Probably want to swallow loot alone... Should there be magic items on the kobold warlock?"

"Don't be stupid! If there is any loot, it will have been searched and cleaned by Hailar's elder sister, how can he get it cheaper?"

"In other words, Hailar is a well-known "fan fortune". The body of the kobold warlock has been searched by her once, and no oil can be squeezed out."

"Since this is the case, why did Mr. Vader drag the **** body into his tent, as if he had found some baby... Does he have a particular hobby?"

"I heard that "Mage" is the most psychologically distorting profession... Hey! Guess, will Mr. Vader have that... "Cormorant"?"

"The kobolds are so lascivious, I don't believe anyone can have **** with their bodies? Mr. Vader is more likely to be a "corpse eater"..."

"But the kobolds are dirty and smelly, and they don't look delicious at all!"

"Don't talk about it! Feeling so perverted!"

...

Joan doesn't know that he has become a "perverted demon" in the eyes of his classmates.

In fact, he did not have any perverted desire for the kobold warlock's body. What he really valued was the fresh blood stored in the body.

As early as more than three months ago, Joan learned a very bizarre 2-ring necromantic spell from the spell book of "Mad Master" Filg, called "Blood Interpretation."

Using this spell, Joan can interpret the magic the opponent is good at from the blood of the arcane caster.

Each time a "blood interpretation" is performed, at least one pint of fresh plasma is required.

Generally speaking, no spellcaster is willing to harm their own health without justification and provide so much blood for human interpretation. Although Joanne had already learned this spell, he had no chance to practice it.

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

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

The thick needle is like a wine bottle, slowly filled with thick red blood, glowing ruby ​​like a magic light.

Joan stared at the scale on the needle tube and stopped drawing blood as soon as he reached a pint, squeezing the drawn blood into a large flask.

Having prepared the casting materials, Joan put down the syringe, walked to the flask with fresh plasma, chanted the spell spell of "Blood Interpretation", and ended with an elven word representing "blood".

"Sercé!"

At the moment when the spell ceremony was completed, the magic net distribution inside the tent was disturbed wonderfully. Countless magic threads penetrated the flask, traversed in the blood, and woven into a spell configuration similar to "identification".

As the spell configuration gradually improved and eventually stabilized, rows of tiny glowing words appeared on the blood surface, clearly a set of magical mantras.

Joan leaned in front of the flask and observed the spell on the blood surface through the glass wall. After a little recognition, he recognized that it was a two-ring "invisibility technique", which was very disappointing.

Joan waved his hand to cancel the "Blood Interpretation", the magical aura in the flask disappeared, and the blood in the flask became turbid and black, obviously corrupted and unusable.

The experiment just showed that "Blood Interpretation" can indeed extract the spell configuration from the blood of the caster, but this extraction is very random.

If you are unlucky, as Joanne just said, the only thing you can read is a spell that you already master, which is equivalent to a busy day.

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