Diary of the Death Wizard

Useful people can also have the opportunity to be locked up.

Useless people can only become material to be dismembered.

"What kind of person is useful to you?" Sol looked directly at the old witch and asked calmly.

"Oh, it looks pretty smart." The old witch withdrew her hand, "I want to create the most perfect body. It should have the beauty of an elf, the toughness of a giant, the strength of a dwarf, and the adaptability of a barbarian, and of course the most important thing. Yes, it is necessary to have a genius adaptability to elemental magic power."

The old witch looked at Sol as if she were looking at a piece of meat on a chopping board, carefully weighing which piece was fat and which piece was thin.

"I will succeed soon. At that time, I will become the most talented wizard. Any dream maker, firefly master, or wind demon are just my foils."

Claude once told Sol that there are currently no fourth-order wizards in Borderlands. The three third-tier wizards recognized as the most powerful are Clark the Dreamer, Herbert the Firefly, and Peier the Wind Demon.

Sol suddenly said, "I understand. You need an assistant who can help with the research experiment."

The old witch did not deny it.

Sol smiled humbly, "It just so happens that I'm better at studying the formula of witch body transformation."

"Hoo hoo hoo hoo..." The old witch laughed so hard that her little finger kept bouncing on the back of her head.

"A first-order wizard dares to say that he is good at it. Are young people nowadays so arrogant? Do you think the transformation formula I need is to add eyes and change blood like a wizard apprentice?"

"No." It is always good to speak with evidence, Sol raised his hand, and his fingertips gradually became transparent, "I have also undergone witch body transformation twice, so I naturally understand that transformation is not just about changing some body tissues for myself So simple."

The old witch's eyes were fixed on Sol's fingers, watching his skin and underlying muscles, blood vessels and other tissues gradually turn transparent gray-white, revealing the white bones in the center.

"Reformation involves multiple tissues of the human body, and follow-up issues such as allergies, immunity, self-healing, and fluency of magic and spiritual power need to be considered. Sometimes it seems to be a conflict between witchcraft materials, but its essence may be The tiniest body tissue cannot survive in an engineered environment."

Listening to Sol's words and watching the changes in his fingers, the old witch's disdainful expression faded away, and her eyes narrowed slightly. She pursed her lips, but the corners of her blood-red mouth slowly rose.

"It's interesting. Let me ask you a question. If your answer satisfies me, at least you won't have to die until I complete the transformation experiment."

"Please say."

"How to stop the body from aging? How to prolong the life of the body's tiny tissues?"

Thor lowered his eyes, forcing himself not to look at the wrinkled face of the old witch.

After thinking for a while, he gave the answer, "The surface aging of the body is due to the shrinkage of tiny tissues, which are not as plump as when they were born. Inner aging is the slowing down of the growth of tiny tissues. So we can start from two aspects, one is supplementation, the other is Accelerate the speed of tiny tissue division."

Sol deliberately left a hidden danger here.

It's just a test, he doesn't need to be so complete. Moreover, leaving hidden dangers for the old witch may be leaving a way for him to survive.

The old witch suddenly reached out into the cage, grabbed Sol's arm, and slowly retracted her fingertips. The sharp nails left a few bloodstains on Sol's slightly translucent skin.

Red blood flowed out from the wound, mixed with some inconspicuous gray particles.

The old witch withdrew her hand, put her fingertips into her mouth and licked them in turn, leaving a few streaks of bright red on the tip of her dark purple tongue.

"Hehehe...hahaha..." She shook her shoulders and laughed, trembling along with the creases on her face.

Laughing for about a minute, the old witch suddenly turned her head to the person in a wooden cage next to Sol and said, "Ochli, I have already found someone who can replace you, you have to be careful~"

Sol followed suit.

On his left, in the same cage four or five meters away, a person was lying with his back facing them.

Because of the limited size of the cage, the man had to tuck his head and knees into his chest when he lay down.

After hearing what the old witch said, the man just moved his butt and didn't respond.

The old witch was not angry either, she grabbed the wooden fence of the cage and stood up little by little.

"Okay, I'm going to see my little baby. I'll see you tomorrow. During this time, you can think about my problem. What I want is not a few seemingly correct principles."

The old witch turned and walked towards the gate.

Sol approached the railing, "Old witch, my coachman..."

"At present, his practical use is greater than yours. Consider how to keep yourself alive first."

The old witch opened the door and went out.

Sol noticed that the room beyond the door was also dark.

Sol alone seemed to be awake in the room now. The figures in the other cages either sat curled up or lay curled up.

Looks like it's been closed for a long time.

There should be an imprisoning witchcraft circle on the cage. When sitting here, Thor's magic power and mental power fluctuations were suppressed to an extremely low value range.

There was no way to open the cage for the time being, so Sol turned to look at the room.

The room was paved with rough stone tiles up and down, side to side, front to back. The shape of the whole house is very irregular, and the ground is a polygon.

The lighting fixture in the room was a plant with oval buds, and it looked like it was dying.

Around the glowing plants, several wooden cages were fixed far or near.

The one where Sol is is the farthest, with the wall behind it.

Look carefully, besides Saul, there are five other cages with people in them.

Three of them were of unusual size.

In the cage facing Thor, sat a giant.

Sol's cage was a little over one meter high, while the opponent's cage was close to two meters. But even so, when the giant sat curled up, his scalp was on top of the cage.

It looked extremely uncomfortable.

Next to the giant is a dwarf with a huge contrast. It is roughly estimated that the height may be less than one meter.

Then there was a person lying on the ground with his upper body lying on the ground with his legs curled up against the wall on Saul's left side against the wall.

Sol saw the black lines on his body, and judged that the other party should be a barbarian, and he was a barbarian priest with a spellcasting role.

To Sol's left is the man called Ochli. Oukili's left hand should also be an official wizard, but he looks weaker.

Maybe it was feeling Thor's gaze, or maybe it was because the old witch had left. Oukili, who was still curled up on the ground just now, got up little by little, and changed into a sitting posture.

He doesn't look young anymore, his temples are gray and there are many large spots on his skin.

"I hope you are really good at transforming witch body." Oukili lowered his head and looked at his toes, "The two people who lied about being good at transforming witch body have now become witchcraft materials that cannot move or speak. gone."

It's good to have someone to talk to.

Relying on the fact that his figure is not tall, Sol turned around flexibly in the cage, "Did the old witch bring us back just to help her conduct witch body transformation experiments?"

"Of course not." Okyli still didn't look at Sol, and said listlessly, "Outsiders, Borderlands has many witchcraft materials that are not available in other places, but here, wizards are also a material."