dkrc Four Hundred And Thirtieth Ix Shimen Dry Grass, Curse
Four Hundred And Thirtieth Ix Shimen Dry Grass, Curse
Thrall cursed viciously: "And you, my child, you are my descendant, and you are destined to bear my wrath. Death will be your only destination."
Li Ang spread his hands, and said in a flat tone: "Then I have nothing to do."
As soon as he finished speaking, a few vines suddenly appeared from under his feet, wrapped around his waist, and pulled him back.
Li Ang was caught off guard and was dragged into the stone trough inside the stone gate, hitting his back against a hard stone, excruciating pain.
"Ahhhhh! Who the hell is sneaking up on me!"
Li Ang cursed angrily, looked up, and suddenly saw Saron's puppet sitting beside him, staring at him coldly, stretched out a finger, and pressed it on his forehead.
The metal lines on the puppet lit up, and a huge force surged into Li Ang's mind, tearing at his spirit crazily.
Li Ang's Mental Energy is not strong, but it has reached the peak of the second order, only one step away from the second-order great knight.
At this moment, his Mental Energy is like a prehistoric wild beast, facing the majestic and vast spiritual coercion head-to-head, struggling desperately, but he is always suppressed, unable to move, and can only watch the huge spiritual coercion pouring into him. his spiritual world.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Li Ang's facial features were distorted from the pain, and he was sweating profusely. He held the base of the stone niche with both hands, and his knuckles were bruised from too much force.
"..."
The puppet silently withdrew its arm, stood up, turned and left, and walked to the depths of the stone niche.
"call……"
Li Ang was panting heavily, his cheeks were flushed, and blood was streaming from his eyes. He wiped his face and watched the puppet go away, feeling heavy.
That majestic Mental Energy made him feel a deep sense of fear, even if the opponent was just a dead thing, it still made it difficult for him to parry.
"Is this the strength of an S-class hero..."
Li Ang murmured, full of doubts in his heart.
It can be seen from Thrall's memory fragments that he is indeed a magister.
Magisters are special existences among Transcendents. They can use magic, have all kinds of unimaginable abilities, manipulate elements, drive demons and ghosts, and even transform their bodies, combining their bodies and souls into "human-shaped magic cannon fodder" Alchemy puppet.
However, in the ancient alchemy civilization, magicians were mainly divided into three professions, namely summoner, mage and alchemist.
Summoners are good at communicating the power of storms and thunder, and summon all kinds of monsters or swarms to assist in combat.
The mage is in charge of all kinds of complicated and cumbersome rituals and magic circles. He can use mysterious spells and staffs to summon magic towers, formations and idols, etc.
The original mages, even ordinary people can learn magic, but unfortunately in the late stage, people found that only a few mages could succeed in Advance Grade, and the more they reached the late stage, the fewer the number of mages, and gradually became a tasteless existence .
And Thrall obviously belongs to the second type.
According to Li Ang's understanding, Thrall was one of the first group of people who came into contact with magic in the research organization founded by Dr. Saron. He cultivated to the second level of high rank at a young age, and his strength is extraordinary.
But he was actually dead, and was killed by Dr. Saron!
Li Ang couldn't imagine what kind of heaven-defying ability Dr. Saron possessed, but he certainly didn't reach the legendary "sacred domain" Realm, otherwise he wouldn't need to go through so much trouble and just tear down the entire Fort Saron and take Thrall's Just bury the urn in the castle.
This also reflects a problem from the side:
The source of Saron's power is magic, and Thrall's body is sealed in Saron's tomb. Neither Saron nor Thrall can use the precious resources in Thrall's tomb to enhance their own strength.
So both Saron and Thrall's power remained at the second level.
"No, there should be more than that..."
Li Ang thought of the skeleton golem again. Although it didn't look spiritual at all, it exuded a vaguely dangerous aura, like a beast dormant in the depths of the forest, and it only needs a chance to break out of the ground.
In order to kill Thrall, Dr. Saron not only spent 100,000 points to buy powerful weapons and armor, but also specially made a puppet. This is by no means a simple coincidence.
Dr. Saron's determination to kill Thrall is stronger than Li Ang imagined!
He took a deep breath, calmed down his restless emotions, and began to examine Thrall's remains and bones.
The first thing that catches the eye is a silver-white skeleton that is crystal clear and smooth like jade. The skeleton is composed of many bony structures with a high density, like steel, but it is not steel in the true sense.
Between the gaps in the skeleton, fibrous tendons can be vaguely intertwined, forming a wonderful grid structure, like spider legs.
Apart from these sinews, the tendons, muscles, joints, and spine of the skeleton remain perfect and free from blemishes.
"hiss--"
Li Ang gasped and couldn't help but marvel: "This guy's skin is too perfect, right? You can't even see the pores."
His eyes moved, wandering over the rest of the skeleton.
A section of ribs stood up straight like a knife's edge, and the bones were covered with fine cracks; the bones were dark green in color, and each joint was extremely tight; the two vertebrae were arranged in a row, like two ferocious snakes and pythons.
"It really is bone marrow crystallization."
Li Ang said in admiration: "Thar is a magister, and bone marrow is a magic material, and it is of top quality.
His bones, blood, and bone marrow were all fused together to form the extremely rare 'semi-god race' gene, which made his bones so perfect. "
At the end of the Lich King era, the magisters were already the highest-level Transcendents. The magisters' genes and bloodlines were the capital they relied on to rule the world, and Thrall's gene fusion rate was over 100%, which was simply a piece of magic. treasure.
Of course, Li Ang has no plans to use this stuff for research.
Thrall's body has completely decayed, lost his magic power and life support, and his bones will no longer produce any effect.
And this skeleton is not suitable for Li Ang to use, because his bone marrow crystallization and body tissue have been evacuated long ago.
Li Ang groped for a while, and found a thin piece of talisman paper stuck to Thrall's left chest, with strange and unpredictable patterns drawn on it, like a burning fireball, and on the surface of the fireball was embedded a flickering talisman. Fluorescent drop-shaped spar.
"Water drops...water and fire are incompatible, the attack range of water magic is 3 yards, but the attack range of water polo magic is 7 yards..."
Li Ang frowned, put down the puppet, and carefully observed the talisman paper.
"Um?"
He narrowed his eyes slightly, his pupils contracted suddenly, and found two fuzzy outlines on this talisman paper.
A ball of jumping black mist lingers around, forming a ring, and in the center of the ring, there is a little star, emitting a bright brilliance.
Li Ang's perspective suddenly zoomed in, and he could clearly see the true appearance of the black mist and the silhouette of Star.