Martial arts masters in the wizarding world

Molin looked at the experimental materials in front of him silently, picked up a test tube, and poured the red potion into the petri dish.

The corpse that had been soaked in the special potion was clean and tidy, with smooth and bright skin without any wrinkles, just like a fresh corpse that had just died.

This effect is caused by a potion called hormalin. It has a very strong preservation ability and is very useful for wizards who study biology.

The wizard who invented this potion was not of high rank, but he was awarded the Stratton Medal for it. This is an extremely prestigious honor among wizards. It can only be awarded if the research in a certain field has made breakthrough progress.

He carved a witchcraft rune on the corpse with negative energy particles, and then sprinkled a ball of silver-gray powder on it.

The lifeless corpse instantly glowed with life, and its dead fish-like eyes began to turn, gradually revealing their light.

Then, under Molin's control, the whole corpse stood up straight from the bathtub, and its face became rosy in a moment, no different from ordinary people.

Mo Lin chanted the witchcraft spell, and the corpse could act according to his will and was very flexible.

This is not the corpse of an ordinary person, but a corpse with the bloodline of a first-order Warcraft direwolf. The bloodline of the Warcraft inside is well preserved, and the cell activity is still very good.

Maureen has transplanted blood for many people. Although 70% to 80% of them died due to fusion rejection, there are still one or two lucky people who are lucky enough to survive and linger on.

But even if they survived, they still had to endure great pain because of the bloodline conflict. Maureen was kind enough to help them.

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Using the body of this nobleman, Morin can avoid the risk of traps. He is not reckless and incompetent. Although he does not think that there are any powerful enemies in the Yakuza, he still has to prevent capsizing in the gutter.

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In the slums of Glitter City, in a remote alley, a masked man in a cloak is waiting for the wizard to come.

According to the content of their deal, Molin needed to provide him with knowledge about bloodlines and medicines that could curb the collapse of bloodlines.

Byron didn't need this kind of thing at all, he was just looking for a nominal excuse. He needed to see the wizard. As long as he could find the wizard's hiding place, he might kill the enemy.

Otherwise, Byron can only continue to dodge the hidden arrows from the shadows, running for his life, but unable to make an effective counterattack.

Attacks similar to the black smoke curse will continue continuously. Even if the witchcraft can be broken a hundred times, as long as the caster cannot be killed, this annoying trick will be like flies circling in the ears, buzzing endlessly.

"Are you coming?"

Byron became aware of approaching footsteps.

This place and now was the place where he asked Halaka and Molin to make the deal.

What came into view was a rugged-looking brown-haired man, with dark blue holes that seemed to pull people into a world of ice and snow, and a slight hint of white frost on both sides of his eyebrows.

"It does not match the portrait provided by Halika."

Byron remained calm on the surface, waiting for the brown-haired man to approach. It seemed that the Morin wizard was quite cautious.

"Is he a subordinate or a substitute?"

Suppressing the murderous intention, Byron was not prepared to take action. Killing this guy would have no effect at all.

"Are you Yan Fei, the leader of the Jidao Guild?"

Mo Lin urged the corpse and said.

Because the vocal cords of this corpse were partially damaged, the sound it made was very hoarse, as if someone was deliberately compressing the throat and squeezing the breath.

"It seems like it's nothing more than that."

Mo Lin did not feel the existence of spiritual power from the person in front of him. He was not a wizard, but a bloodline noble, or a defective product with a weak aura.

"Hand over the remaining emblems of the school and the witchcraft artifact, otherwise you will regret what you have done."

Maureen didn't want to waste time here, he still had a lot of things to do.

"Are you Wizard Morin?"

"Haha, this body can represent my will."

Maureen admitted it openly.

"As you wish."

The tokens and school emblems were thrown into the air by Byron, shining brightly.

Mo Lin quickly manipulated the body and grabbed the things.

"It turns out to be true."

He opened his palms and clearly felt traces of witchcraft fluctuations from them.

"Did this guy hand over his things so easily?"

Mo Lin was stunned for a moment. This seemed to be a different scene than he expected.

If it was a trap, at least this guy named Yan Fei should have some means. If it was a transaction, it would be too free and easy to hand over the chips so easily.

"Originally I wanted to kill this guy directly, but since he was so obedient, I couldn't do it anymore."

Mo Lin was hesitant for a moment whether to take action or not. With his body, it might take some effort to kill this bloodline noble, and it would be troublesome if he caused any unnecessary accidents.

"Forget it, as long as you get the things, there is no need to have unnecessary disputes."

After a brief thought, Molin decided to play it safe, combine the emblems into one, inherit them, and after completing various experiments, he entered the Flame Castle and stayed away from this place of right and wrong.

The magic energy rifts in the nearby cracks are shaking again, and high-level demons may appear at any time. Even the wizards may not be able to survive by then.

"Your stuff."

The brown-haired man threw out a black bag, which contained some of Morin's research on bloodlines and a tube of bloodline stabilizing potion. Of course, it was only a very superficial part.

Although he didn't originally intend to trade tonight, since he could achieve the desired effect through this method, there was no need for him to mess around anymore.

Byron got the black bag, turned around and left without looking at it.

"Weird guy..."

In Molin's decades of life, he had rarely encountered such strange people. The wizard had no idea how Byron's brain grew.

"If you don't want to alarm the other two guys."

"Tonight I will be able to get the corpse of a noble with the blood of Chirons."

Before leaving, Maureen took a greedy look at Byron's body, feeling a little pity.

Although the Chirons Giant is only a first-level bloodline, it is said to be a branch of the Hill Giant. This is a third-level giant bloodline. If the information about this bloodline is obtained, it will once again enrich Molin's witchcraft knowledge base.

"However, although this guy is tall and tall, he is much inferior to those with giant blood."

Mo Lin has seen other nobles with giant bloodline. They are usually more than two meters tall when their bloodline is not activated.

"never mind."

Without thinking any more, Mo Lin left the dark alley of the slum.

After Byron turned left and right and threw the package to Halika, his breath suddenly dropped to a state of almost disappearing, and then he returned to the original route.

"It's easy to get things, but it depends on whether you have the life to keep them."

Byron plans to follow this long line and catch the fish Maureen.