Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

"Stop them, I'll take a step first, don't let them see me." Throwing these words, Anthony ran away from the other direction.

If the members of the Church of Light find out that he is a majestic archbishop in red, who appeared in the depths of the desert thousands of kilometers away in the middle of the night, and mixed with a group of undead creatures, it would be impossible to wash away the holy water.

"Okay! Good time! Ready to fight!" Rogge changed his depression just now, and shouted enthusiastically. The contrast was so great that his subordinates in the dark side city were a little overwhelmed.

Negris and Bruske couldn't help muttering: "I don't think Anthony should be a bishop, he should go to the confessional."

"How do you know that he hasn't stayed in the confession room? Maybe this ability was developed in the confession room. Every believer goes in to confess miserably, and then comes out happily. The church will definitely promote him quickly."

"..."

The undead creatures in Darkside City were obviously ready to be attacked. They used the fastest speed to connect the carriages together to form a carriage wall. On the side facing the enemy, they laid down a row of spikes obliquely to prevent the enemy from attacking. Climb or crash into the carriage.

In the gap between the carriages, a crossbow one size smaller than the siege crossbow was stuck in the middle and aimed at the front.

Inside the carriage, firing holes opened one after another, and the Lich Archers hid behind the firing holes and aimed ahead.

But this was not enough, Rog asked Negris for help: "God of knowledge, do you have a mage? Help me sink the wheels into the sand to prevent them from dragging the hook."

Negris was stunned: "You have more than 3,000 liches, and you still lack mages?"

Rogge was also stunned: "Why is there no shortage, it is very expensive to train a mage, okay?"

"But... you have more than three thousand liches, the Lich King, and the undead saints. There is still a lack of mages."

Rogge shook his head and said contemptuously: "It looks like you have never raised anyone before. It is very expensive to raise a mage. Do you know how much it costs for a trainee mage practice suit? Do you know how much an hour is for a magic bilingual training class? You Do you know how much a staff and a robe cost? Do you know how many magic crystals a trainee mage consumes in a year?"

The more you talk, the more angry you get, and the more you talk, the more excited you get.

Negris hurriedly stopped him: "OK, OK, I know you are poor."

"Isn't that right? The Darkside City has been blocked all the time. It's hard to get in the magic practice boards and workbooks. We can't teach on the sand boards. The magicians outside have already used the illusion panoramic three-dimensional workbooks. I want to know You can see the effect of the magic after you open the exercise book, and you can also set yourself as the target of the attack, and experience the feeling of the magic hitting your body, but we can only talk about it with our mouths, the effect is too far away .”

Speaking of this, Negris is very proud. Their dragon blood inheritance, after awakening, they have all the experience and skills of casting spells, as if they had cast them themselves.

But undead creatures also have soul connections.

"Yes, now we mainly adopt the method of bringing the old to the new. An old mage leads two apprentices and grinds slowly. But magic is too innate, so grind it slowly. After the most enthusiastic period , Many people will become mediocre, so most of the Darkside City are mediocre magicians." Rogge sighed.

When he heard about talent, Negris glanced at Ange. In terms of talent, is there anyone lower than a vegetable-growing skeleton?

The difficulties in cultivating a magician are all-round. In addition to a large and sufficient investment, teachers and materials must be sufficient, and there must be a large number of practice opportunities.

Familiarity makes perfect, if you don't even put thousands of first-level magic, how can you understand the true meaning of magic?

But casting magic requires mana, and if a trainee magician casts five or six first-level spells, the mana will be exhausted, and there is no way to continue practicing.

Rich mages can use magic crystals to recover their magic power, while poor mages can only rely on meditation, which may be fully recovered the next day.

Others practice dozens of times a day, but you practice several times a day, the progress will definitely be different.

In addition, there are workbooks, staffs and robes, magic accessories, and illusions can be used to assist teaching if conditions permit, so the learning progress of rich magicians is not at the same level as that of poor magicians.

Humans, the most golden learning stage for magic is about ten or twenty years. After this time, the understanding of magic will be finalized, and it will be difficult to make major breakthroughs.

Therefore, the early magic learning determines the level of future achievements and determines how far a magician can grow. The faster the progress, the better.

Why do poor people learn swordsmanship? Because it is cheap.

If you are full of food and hack around with a stick, you may become an excellent swordsman.

"Hey, don't you have the holy fire of the undead?" Negris asked. The holy fire of the undead is equivalent to the blood inheritance of the dragon clan, with the aid of illusion teaching.

A group of undead liches surrounded the undead holy flame, and when they put their consciousness into it, they could immediately experience the learning process of the seniors personally. At the same time, they could also send in any experience they had to increase the experience pool.

The experience learned by a magician can be quickly passed on to other undead liches through the undead flame, with outstanding efficiency.

"Hey, we don't have that thing. It would be great if we had it. As long as 10% of our more than 3,000 undead liches can become excellent magicians, hehehe... Forget it, let's not talk about it, you Is there a mage here?"

Rogge looked into the distance and saw that the Silver Knights had already appeared at the end of the night, and quickly asked if there was no mage, he would have to let people dig it out.

"Ange." Negris said to Ange, "Can you sink the wheels into the sand?"

Ange Tiao Tiao Tiao ... shot a series of magic, it fell under the wheels of each car, and then pressed his palm.

Boom! All the wheels immediately sank into the sand, and the chassis of the carriage sank directly onto the sand.

Five seconds, done.

Rogge's eyes widened sharply: "Such precise control? Could this be..." He just heard Negris call 'Ange'.

"This is the undead god who inherits the king, the new undead god, Lord Ange." For an old immortal like Rog who came from the era of the undead empire, Negris directly used the previous name to introduce.

Rogge knelt down on one knee with a bang, and said in a deep voice, "See the God of Immortality, Black Knight Rogge, at your service."

A strange symbol floated from Rogge's body.

Anger looked at the symbol curiously, it was completely different from the ones dedicated to him by those believers.

"This is the oath of loyalty. Quickly, Rogge is loyal to the immortal god and promises to be loyal forever. The difference between it and the oath of the soul is that you will not disappear with him when you die, and his loyalty is dedicated to the immortal god." God, you can drive him only when you have the immortality," Negris said.

"Oh." Ange accepted the oath of loyalty, and then asked, "Do you know how to farm?"

"What?!" Roger was stunned by this sudden question, farming?

Negris covered his face, he already had a picture in his soul, the Black Warrior Emperor Rogge, carrying a scythe, drifted across the neat farmland, and the crops fell neatly.

Believe it or not, if Ange can let the little angel carry the dung bucket, he will definitely let Roger mow the grass, absolutely. Negris has begun to worry about Rogge's future.

The Silver Knights rushed towards them, and a beam of light shot directly at the car wall.

"The holy light shines at the beginning? Are they crazy?!" Rogge's expression changed drastically.

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