Witch Alchemist

Soon after, on the mountain, in the cemetery.

"I have carved all the tombstones for my dead companions, guards, apprentices, and craftsmen in this battle..."

Stawson said to Roy, who was a little tired.

"Lord Roy, are you satisfied with it?"

"You did a good job."

Roy nodded, and then signaled Andov and others to shovel the soil and bury the people.

Frugal burials are popular in the wizard world, because most wizards are actually lonely and indifferent people. It is because Roy, as a new wizard, has retained some humanity.

But he also vaguely realized that with the improvement of his strength and the replacement of his body, these humanities will also gradually become weaker and weaker.

Roy was still a little uncomfortable with this, and subconsciously wanted to do something.

So, taking this opportunity, he held a simple funeral for everyone, instead of directly chopping up the bodies and using them as materials for fossilization.

"Ottoli, Grete...

Rest in peace."

Roy prayed a few words and looked back at everyone.

Andov, Olinda and others were also looking at him.

"We couldn't help much...

I'm really sorry."

"Don't blame yourself. I didn't expect you to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy. Actively completing tasks in normal times is already fulfilling the duties of followers."

Roy said lightly.

Some strong people are used to being alone, and this is also the reason.

The higher you are promoted, the less you rely on secular people and various things.

Gradually, it will become a relationship similar to that between gods and believers.

Andov hesitated to speak, but finally nodded and said nothing more.

After a while, everyone dispersed and Gold came over.

"The Golem Corps of the King's Capital has been delivered."

The mages' Sky Patrol Shuttles have controlled many traffic arteries, but Frosf has been operating this world for a long time and has his own way to transport them secretly.

Roy walked over to check it out, signed for it, and redeployed it.

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"Lord Roy, I am willing to surrender and serve you from now on."

After a while of busy work, Atidiya brought Planjie over. The latter half-knelt on the ground, stroked her chest with her hand, and bowed deeply.

"Very good, Planjie, from now on, you are the leader of the spies around me, responsible for external intelligence and lurking and spying."

Roy's young body sat on a tall stone chair, looking a little small, and his voice was a little immature.

But his tone was full of the majesty of a superior.

"The leader of the spies?" Planjie was slightly stunned. She didn't expect to be the leader right away.

"Excuse me, how many people do I manage under my command?"

"Well... not yet."

Planjie couldn't help but secretly complain.

But Roy waved his hand, and an exquisite half-hollowed armor emerged: "This is the equipment I made specially for you, put it on."

Before Planjie could react, the armor wrapped around her body like a living thing.

Feeling the cold liquid metal penetrate into her clothes, and then move around like tentacles, and then flatten and thin, turning into a close-fitting inner armor, close to her skin, Pranjie secretly groaned in her heart.

She suddenly realized that this was still essentially the same torture device she had worn before.

But even she had to admit that Roy had a good artistic talent and designed this armor into a dark gold metal robe that was very suitable for her as a dark elf.

The hollow pattern design seemed to have some exquisite tattoos printed on the surface of the body.

What Pranjie didn't know was that this was actually prepared for the humanoid angel.

Roy was planning to use an exoskeleton armor method, combined with the interface on the forehead, to create a new control module for engraving more witch arrays.

If successful, the humanoid angel can be truly driven.

In addition, this armor itself is also a big disguise.

Roy plans to add succubus wings, horns, tail, tattoos and other special symbols to it.

When people see it, they will think it is a succubus puppet.

"External image, this is the preconceived impression of many people.

If the energy field is disguised well...

Who would have thought that an angel from the Cretaceous Country would turn into a succubus?"

Roy thought to himself that sooner or later he would be able to take it out and use it openly!

...

Soon, Roy sent Planjie out and began to observe the terrain in the quarry and give various suggestions.

What she could provide was the experience of various lurking spies.

No mistakes, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

For example, there is a blind spot in a certain place, and the monitoring methods in a certain place are easy to be discovered and circumvented.

It was only at this time that Roy, Andov and others realized that this place was really leaky like a sieve.

"You can use more non-magical traps and ingenious designs...

Use them together with the obvious means.

Also, you can cover the walls and floors with magic stone slabs to make the means of detecting spells ineffective."

Planjie quickly gave useful suggestions.

Roy did not have the reserves to avoid spell detection.

But filling the entire quarry, from the perspective of spell vision, all are magic objects, which can effectively hide the real means.

"If it is covered like this, ordinary people will not get cancer?"

Andov secretly complained.

Magic slate means witchcraft energy radiation, which is greatly harmful to ordinary people.

However, this suggestion can be adopted at the core area.

"Obbed the activities of artisans and apprentices. If you encounter attacks in the future, you can also take refuge quickly."

Olinda suggested.

When Roy learned, he approved it quickly, so he would do it.

The outer corridor and square.

The application of living fossils, floor tiles and other things is still the same.

These things have caused trouble to Pulanjie's thorns and can continue to carry forward.

Nympho

Just as Roy was in full swing to reconstruction and renovation of the quarry, the eastern suburbs of Skatu City had an inconspicuous small desert mountain.

Valentina and middle -aged mage appeared with a group of trainees.

Following the side, there are more soldiers, Austrian Guards.

"Master Valentina, here is rude, but it is far more safe and stable than in the city. Let's take it as a base for the time being."

The middle -aged mage Huius turned back and leaned slightly.

Valentina frowned and approached the woods, reaching out.

"Master Mansion"

The gate of a dwelling house stands under the hillside.

This is a special portal of different dimensions, like light intertwined, forming exquisite doors.

The crowd is divided into two parts, one of which is in foreign alarm, and the other is entering the "Master Mansion".

Inside is a lobby connecting many rooms, like a gorgeous palace, a group of transparently transparent, and the stepping of light -oriented servants.