NOVEL WEB Chapter 60 What is your magical skill?
Ferlin carried a small bucket full of death breath liquid, and floated happily towards Ang's sinkhole. This is the liquid of death breath that he used magic to speed up and guide the wind of rest for three nights. , ten times more than what was produced at the camp that day.
Of course, he was also very tired, and the light of the night accelerated the wind of rest. Even if Mr. Ange had more eternal stones, it would not be easy to produce so many.
With enough liquid of death's breath, Ferlin quickly researched some of its functions, such as repairing and filling bones, toughening zombie flesh, accelerating soul growth, catalyzing breath soil, etc., almost an enhanced version of the wind of rest, It's just better and less harmful.
The wind of rest will blow the soul, but the liquid of death's breath will not. As long as the soul is not immersed in it, it will be fine even if it is used to take a bath.
Entering the tiankeng, you can see angel skeletons, little zombies and brass dragons all soaked in a large leather bucket from a distance.
"What are you doing? Aren't you afraid of rotting?" The angel skeleton took a bath, and Ferlin could still accept it. The little zombie and the brass dragon were both liches, and they would rot if soaked in water.
Negris' long neck drooped on the edge of the barrel, and he raised his eyelids, his little paws were lifted up, and the liquid of rest flowed down the gap between its toes.
Feilin's eyes widened, he jumped to the side of the bucket to look in, and exclaimed, "You guys really use it to take a bath? Where did you get so much liquid of death's breath?"
Without raising his head, Negris raised his paw and pointed to the top of the tiankeng, and asked lazily, "What are you doing here? Is there something wrong?"
Ferlin's hand holding the wooden barrel shrank back, and he didn't have the nerve to take it out: "I'll take a look at your lord, and report something by the way, I'll go to your lord first."
Negris shook his little paw, so comfortable that he didn't even bother to reply.
Is it really so comfortable? Feilin looked at the small bucket in his hand, and considered whether to use it to take a bath when he went back, but at his speed, it was not so easy to save enough for a bath.
When he came to the top of the pit, Ferrin saw Ange who was digging the soil. The watchman was brandishing a hoe, like a skilled old farmer, digging a hole out of the ground, and the soil in the hole piled up on both sides, forming a A mud dam raised above the ground.
"My lord, I wish you peace of mind, what are you doing?" Feilin greeted.
Ange tilted his head, not knowing how to answer, so he stopped answering and continued digging.
Ferrin was used to Anger's reaction, so he didn't take it seriously. He walked up to the mound and took a look. What he saw made him lose his mind, and his foot slipped and fell down.
I saw a large fan-shaped pit dug out by Ange on the ground. The arc edge of the fan surface was flush with the ground, and then gradually deepened and shrunk until it reached half a person's depth at the center corner. On the edge, add the edge to the height of a person.
The fan-shaped arc is facing the direction of the wind of peace, and a pile of Brut Spring stones is piled up in the soil ditch at the center of the circle. This arrangement can see its function at a glance.
The wind of rest blows in from the edge of the arc, shrinks in the middle because of the edge, and finally gathers at the corner of the center to create a greater air volume.
"Why can't I think of it? Why can't I think of it? Such a simple solution, why can't I think of it? I played magic for three nights foolishly." Feilin was so annoyed that he made up his mind not to leave. The enjoyment of soaking in liquid bath depends on how thick-skinned you are.
As night fell, the Anxi wind blew up. Hiding in the cave with the leeward wind, Ferlin watched the Anxi wind blow violently, and the Everlasting Spring stone trickled down the liquid of death, and finally merged into a small stream, flowing to the big place in front of Ange. pit.
This kind of efficiency is really too high. In less than 20 minutes, a bucket was filled. Ange immediately transferred it to the Palace of Rest and watched it dissipate quickly.
One night, Ang went on and on like this, shifting a bucket as it was full, ensuring that the bucket was always empty.
For more than ten hours, nearly 30 barrels, about one cubic meter of liquid of death's breath, were transferred into it.
The Resting Palace seems to have changed a little bit, but I can't see any changes.
Ange didn't care, and continued at night. For eight nights in a row, about nine cubic meters of liquid of death's breath were transferred into the Palace of Rest.
From the third day onwards, Ange felt a change. The rate of dissipation of the death breath liquid began to slow down. It might have taken three minutes to dissipate completely, but now it takes three and a half minutes, and on the fourth day it becomes ten minutes. .
On the eighth day, a bucket of liquid of death's breath could not be dissipated in an hour, which was almost the same as the dissipation speed of the outside world. The little zombies took a bath for an hour, and the liquid of death's breath was almost completely dissipated. It seemed to be a palace of rest. Inside, the concentration of death breath reached saturation again.
Then, a huge flame ignited in the main hall of the Palace of Rest, and a beam of light rose into the air, drew an arc, and crashed into An Ge's consciousness with lightning speed.
Suddenly, Ange's body in the outside world ignited a pitch-black flame.
Negris, who noticed the abnormality, regained his consciousness by crawling and rolling, and let the brass book on the body in the resting palace fly to Ange's side, and asked eagerly: "What's wrong with you? Is there something wrong? What happened? gone?"
Ange reached out and pointed in the direction of the main hall of the Dormition Palace.
Only then did Negris notice the flames on the main hall: "Hey, the fire of the undead? Is the main flame of the undead ignited? That's it?"
The fire of the undead ignited by the Temple of the Undead in the dungeon is the source of the belief in immortality. People worship it, and their pious belief will keep it flourishing.
But no matter how many undead fires there are, there is only one ultimate source of them, and that is the main flame, which is the source of all undead fires and the ultimate source of the belief in 'immortality'.
However, if the fire of the undead is ignited in the Temple of the Undead, it doesn't matter whether there is a main flame or not. As long as the faith is sufficient, the ordinary fire of the undead can also become the main flame.
"Only the Deathfire Lord?" Negris asked.
If there was only this change, Negris would feel very disappointed, but he saw that Ange was on fire, and it was a black flame, and the movement was very loud.
"Also, the beam of light, here." Ange pointed to the main flame of the dead fire, and then pointed to himself.
After listening to An Ge's description, the brass book snapped shut, and said jealously: "That's a godhead, well, you are not a false god now, you have a godhead, and after mastering the godhead, you will usually awaken some A magical skill that matches your beliefs, what is your magical skill? Is it a halo of shit luck?"