I dominate the magic world by farming

The cold winter wind whistled and pounded the doors and windows, making banging sounds.

The windowsill was covered with thick snow.

"It's been a day!"

"Don't worry!"

Dean Waite looked at the prisoner who was breathing steadily and said patiently: "Wait for the prisoner to wake up!"

Hearing this, Vice Dean Gimli frowned slightly.

The stronger the strength, the shorter the duration of the sleep spell.

As an ordinary prisoner, it would take at least four days, or even longer, to wake up.

"That's a long time to wait, the fifth-level magic sleep spell is not a joke!"

Suddenly, the prisoner's fingers trembled slightly.

Gimli's face turned red instantly when he heard this, and he couldn't hide his embarrassment.

A slap in the face always comes unexpectedly.

Dean Waite smiled at Gimli and slowly approached the instrument.

Gimli felt a burning sensation on his face.

In the large crystal jar, the prisoner's fingers trembled more and more violently until his whole body began to move.

Kans said worriedly: "It won't be like the last prisoner, twisting for a while and then dying!"

Dean Galois probed the prisoner's life breath, which was extremely strong, even far more than before the prisoner entered the instrument.

The voice was transmitted to the prisoner's eyes through the instrument.

The prisoner's ears trembled slightly, his eyelids fluttered, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

A piece of green liquid came into his eyes.

"Is this... the world after death? Why is it green!"

Looking through the green liquid, the prisoner found several familiar figures.

"Why are they dead... No, I'm still alive!"

The prisoner was suddenly happy and excited.

At the same time, the prisoner felt the difference in his body, as if he was full of strength.

"What's wrong with me? I feel like I can escape with this power!"

The prisoner felt unprecedented confidence and pride after suddenly gaining extraordinary power.

"He's awake! Go and let him out!"

Hearing this, several knights slowly stepped forward.

At this moment, the prisoner in the large crystal jar slammed into the large crystal jar.

Bang~

Crack~

Splash~

Crystal fragments were scattered around along with the light green potion.

The prisoner walked around, clenched his hands, and shouted loudly: "I can beat ten, who else?"

As soon as the words sounded, the hilt of the knight's long sword suddenly hit the prisoner's head, making a crisp sound.

Bang~

The prisoner fell to the ground.

Everyone immediately surrounded him!

The naked prisoner was surrounded by people.

"It looks like it should be successful!"

Dean Waite looked at the broken big crystal jar. Although the big crystal jar was thin, it was very hard.

Ordinary people could not break the big crystal jar at all, let alone when there was liquid.

"This person's strength is probably equivalent to that of a third-level monster!"

As soon as Dean Waite's words fell, Gimli's teasing voice sounded.

"Unfortunately, there is a negative effect, people become stupid!"

Hearing this, everyone was confused, and then they showed a look of enlightenment.

The words the prisoner said when he smashed the big crystal jar just now were indeed a bit like a fool.

Dean Galois smiled, "This is what happens when ordinary people master extraordinary power. They are so rampant that they feel unreal for a while. It should not be a problem of IQ."

Gimli lowered his eyes.

"Wait for him to wake up and investigate. No hidden dangers can be left!"

Everyone nodded.

The magician left the room and returned to the magic academy.

Dean Waite looked at the naked prisoner and said, "Put clothes on him and send the other prisoners back to prison!"

"Yes, Dean Waite!"

After a while, the prisoner stood in the room dressed like a human.

After being knocked unconscious by a club, the prisoner recognized the reality.

Even with powerful power, he is still a little grasshopper.

The prisoner smiled awkwardly, "My Lord!"

Waite glanced at the prisoner, "What's your name?"

"My Lord, my name is Keating!"

After a conversation, Dean Waite finally confirmed one thing.

Blood transplantation does not make people stupid, it is just the unreal feeling of suddenly mastering extraordinary power.

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Apocalypse Palace.

Study.

The cold temperature did not invade the study.

Field sat on the chair, flipping through the government documents.

Suddenly, a figure walked into the study slowly, it was Dean Waite.

Looking at Dean Waite who was gradually approaching, Field asked loudly: "Successful?"

Dean Waite nodded, "Successfully transplanted the blood of the Warcraft!"

Field's eyes flashed with joy, "After the blood transplant, how is the effect? ​​Does it have the ability of the Warcraft? Can it be stably inherited?"

Faced with Field's inquiry, Dean Waite was speechless.

After the blood transplant was successful, he came to report immediately. As for the questions asked by Field, he really didn't ask carefully.

Besides, these questions can't be observed in a short time.

Seeing Dean Waite silent, Field put down the feather pen in his hand, stood up, "Go to the Knight Academy!"

After a while, Field's figure appeared in the quiet backyard of the Knight Academy.

In the room, Field looked around, "Where are the people?"

"Kans, go and bring them here!"

Kans turned and left after hearing this.

He left quickly and came back quickly.

Kans returned to the room again, followed by a hesitant figure, "Come on, come in!"

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