Chapter 47: Special training for priests
In the hall of the guild castle of the traversers, Hamer, the necromancer who had put on artificial limbs, was carefully casting spells. In a huge magic circle in front of him, a group of priesthood passers-by were crying miserably.
The black undead magic power is like ropes, wrapped around their unarmored bodies, constantly infiltrating into their flesh, allowing them to experience the pain the pandas suffered at the beginning.
The pain was so severe that soon someone couldn't support it, rolled his eyes, and passed out.
Two of the skeletons who were on standby next to him immediately walked out. One left and one right supported him, dragged him out of the magic circle, and sent them to the druids who were in charge of the treatment.
"Twenty-three seconds," a Druid wrote down.
The other druids cast spells to heal him one after another, and the natural energy quickly dispelled the magic of the undead, so that the unlucky ghost who had passed out was awakened.
"How is the situation?" Sanyu, who was sitting here waiting, asked, "Has the divine link been restored?"
The clergyman closed his eyes and silently sensed it, then shook his head sullenly.
Sanyu sighed: "Take a rest and try again later."
The cleric's face suddenly turned pale, he immediately shook his head, and said loudly, "I think it's fine even if I can't cast spells, it's good to be a logistics staff..."
Sanyu looked at his scared look on his face and couldn't help sighing again.
Not everyone can be as strong as steel as a panda, something he has known for a long time.
It's just...he was still a little disappointed.
"Think about it again." He persuaded in the gentlest possible tone. "You are a dignified priest. If you can't cast spells, wouldn't you be a degraded version of a warrior? It's a shame."
"It doesn't matter, a soldier is a soldier." The priest didn't hesitate at all, and immediately replied, "The kitchen knife is actually pretty cool."
Seeing him so determined, Sanyu finally had nothing to say and could only give up.
Just as they were talking, more than one cleric couldn't bear the pain of undead magic eroding flesh and blood, and ran out of the magic circle screaming.
This time, Sanyu didn't even bother to persuade.
This one is a little bit better, after all, he has persevered to the limit, those guys are still alive and kicking, as for running away so loudly!
After a while, the clergymen either quit one after another, or fell into a coma. Needless to say, those who quit, almost all chose to give up after being in a coma after treatment.
In the end, there are only a few people who are willing to stay and continue to try to activate the divine link.
"Tiger, do you think that kid Hamer... is he doing tricks on purpose?" Watching this scene, Lao Liu quietly sat in the corner of the hall, and was wiping a hand with a silk cloth in front of a gorgeously dressed man. The white-haired young man with the gorgeous dagger said, "Bro Xiong succeeded once, so there are not so many people, not a single one succeeded."
The young man raised his head and glanced at him, with a smile on his pale face: "You mean... let me scare Hamer?"
"Yes, that guy sees you like a mouse sees a cat. As long as you scare him, he will definitely do things honestly!"
The young man shook his head: "You think too much. Hammer has signed a magic contract with us, so he can't be careless. Besides... He has no reason to be careless. Since he signed that contract, he has been a permanent employee of our guild. , tied to a rope with us. If we get along well, he can live well; if we are unlucky, he will also be unlucky. So he will definitely do his best and never play tricks."
"Then why among so many people, there is not a single successful one?"
"You shouldn't use pandas as a reference." The young man said with a smile, "He has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he doesn't know how much he has suffered and how much blood and sweat he has shed. How can we otakus compare to his willpower? You're welcome, he is a hundred steel smelters, and we can be considered rust at most. Rust must at least be returned to the furnace and refined again before it can be turned into iron again. You have to use him as a standard. Here, one of us counts as one, and all of them are slag. "
"It shouldn't be..."
"If you don't believe me, you can run into the magic circle yourself and enjoy the infestation of undead magic." The young man's smile was somewhat ironic, "Although you are not a magic caster, it may be good to exercise your willpower. ."
Old Liu turned his head to the left and right, looked suspiciously at the pale and handsome face of the young man, thought for a long time, and finally accepted his suggestion.
Then, he only screamed in the magic circle for less than a minute, and then ran out in embarrassment.
"My God! This crime is not for human beings!"
The vampire lord known as "Tiger" smiled and said nothing.
As a user of undead magic power, he understands the pain of flesh and blood being forcibly infected by undead magic power better than others. In these days, when he was too hungry to bear, he once used the "blood extraction" spell to extract The wolf's blood fills the hunger. The principle of this spell is to use the undead magic to infect the victim's body and extract the blood. The wild wolf who was hit was in excruciating pain, feces and urine flowed together, and some even died of pain before drawing much blood.
The willpower of the traversers is not necessarily stronger than that of the wild wolves. It is of course unbearable to be forcibly infested by the magic of the undead.
If each of them can endure such severe pain quietly like a panda, then they are not a game guild, but some kind of Salted Egg Superman, Kamen Rider, Pretty Cure...etc. to save the world as a hobby Army of Superman.
The brutal training lasted for more than an hour, and finally achieved some results - two priests finally in severe pain, relying on the stimulation of the undead magic attack like pandas, restored the divine link and regained the ability to cast spells.
Although this ratio is a bit low, there is still some gain, which makes the president Sanyu Wumengsheng's complexion a lot better, and also relieves Hammer, who has always been uneasy.
Although he didn't understand why the willpower of these powerful adventurers was so poor, since he had signed a magic contract, he could only do things for the "Wandering the Earth" guild with all his heart. The clergy of the guild can restore the ability to cast spells, which is of course very beneficial to the guild, and it is also very beneficial to him.
At least... this can prove that he is useful, not useless waste, not wasting skull rings.
Although he doesn't have much knowledge, he is definitely not stupid. He has already noticed that more than one traveler is hitting his skull ring idea. This skull ring is not only the foundation of his life, but also the source of his life. Once this treasure is lost, he is likely to vanish into thin air and revert to a pile of lifeless bones.
Therefore, he has to prove that the skull ring in his hand can play a role!
Although it was quite hard for him to control such a large undead transformation magic circle, he still insisted on gritting his teeth, not even daring to show the slightest tiredness.
Waste is not worth keeping, this is the iron rule of the Necronomicon.
After finishing today's work, the exhausted Necromancer staggered down the corridor and walked to the lounge assigned to him.
Suddenly, he trembled slightly, hurriedly retreated to the edge of the promenade, and gave way.
A tall figure who was full of dead energy and could make ordinary people pass out just by looking at it came from the back of the corridor and walked to his side.
"Tiger asked me to give you a message." The death knight said in a calm tone that was completely opposite to his hideous appearance, "Since you have joined the gang, don't treat yourself as an outsider. We are not the kind of black-hearted bosses who oppress employees, you don't have to. If you are so worried, take it easy."
"This is also the opinion of all of us."
Having said that, this death knight, who ranks far above Hammer among the undead monsters, flashed a smile in his bright red eyes like flames, and walked away.