Diary of the Death Wizard

Oukili doesn't seem to think that Sol is good at transforming witch bodies, and talking to him is probably just because he has been imprisoned for too long, and he is already mad.

Saul was not in a hurry to prove his strength either.

Anyway, the more dangerous the moment is, the more the diary can exert its early warning ability beyond normal.

right? Diary dude?

How long have you been locked up? Has anyone left during this time?

Sure enough, Oukili was going crazy. Although he didn't look energetic, he didn't delay in answering the conversation.

I've been imprisoned here for three years. I haven't seen the ones left intact, but I've seen many broken into pieces or tens of thousands of dollars.

It seems that the people imprisoned here did not end well, but this Oukili was able to persist in this environment for three years, presumably he has his own set of cards.

Thor decided to take a good look at how this Ochli survived in the next time.

Of course, Sol's purpose is not just to survive. It's just that he now remembers one thing: in the land of no man, before acting, one must first understand the local rules.

Thor has now shown part of his hole cards, and the old witch will at least keep him for a while to prove that he is useful.

Saul faced Oukili and acted like a curious baby, If we can help the old witch complete her perfect talent of witch body transformation, do you think she will let us go?

Oukili was finally willing to raise his eyelids to look at Sol this time.

Perfect talent? You are right. If the transformation can be completed, then this is really a perfect talent. But do you think it is possible?

I can't achieve perfection, but we must always try to be perfect. Or are we waiting to die here? The other party is a second-level wizard. Unless one of us can advance in this environment for a short time, it will be easy for the old witch to kill us.

Sol was very active, he reached out and grabbed the railing in front of him, trying to output magic power.

It just took a long time, and the magic power output could only ignite a small flame.

He tried to break off the railing again, but the seemingly fragile wooden railing didn't know what material it was made of, and it didn't move at all.

Thor continued to try to shake the mental power to soften and deform the skin, but at most he could make the skin slightly transparent, and any more would be suppressed by the cage to forcibly stabilize the mental body.

He let go of his hand and said to Oqili: It's really a powerful cage, I've never seen this kind of material before.

There are too many materials you haven't seen. Judging from your appearance, you should be less than thirty years old. Today's young wizards, when they hear that Borderlands is full of rare materials, they dare to jump in without weighing their own strength.

Seeing that Sol tried it all, but it was just a waste of time, a sneer hung on the corner of Oukili's mouth. But when he thought of his own situation, that smile became bitter again.

Your Excellency Ochli, you have broad knowledge and rich experience, so there is no other way to escape from here?

No. This time Okyli answered quickly, and then he lay back down with difficulty, You don't need to waste your time, the old witch will not let you go easily because of your one-sided words. Let's think about how to survive tomorrow's test first.

Seeing that Ochli was unwilling to communicate any more, Sol went to look at other people, but the others were either motionless and unresponsive, or seemed to be unable to understand Sol's words at all.

Like that savage.

Sol closed his eyes and pretended to rest, communicating with several conscious bodies in his mind.

The lights were dim, and everyone couldn't tell the passage of time.

The door of the room opened again, and the old witch walked in pushing a small cart.

Based on the changes in his body and the recovery of his mental body, Sol felt that almost three hours had passed.

It's time to eat. Really, I still have to cook for you. But you remember to thank the newcomer, who added mushrooms to your meals!

Except for the savages, the old witch gave everyone a bowl of soup, with a few white mushrooms floating on the soup.

The soup bowl is so small that it fits in through the gap in the railing.

Sol was the last to get the soup bowl. When he picked up the bowl hesitantly, the others had already gulped down.

The soup is crystal clear, with a little bit of oil, and two thumb-sized mushrooms floating on it.

When Sol looked at the mushrooms, he immediately saw that the two white mushrooms were very similar to the one on Marsh the coachman's head.

This made him doubt again whether the old witch had really planted the coachman in the ground. Unfortunately, he has nothing to do now. But the mushroom on Marsh's head is in a symbiotic state with him. As long as the old witch didn't kill Marsh in the first place, she shouldn't kill him again in order to get more mushrooms.

Mushrooms look like ordinary mushrooms, but this soup should be extraordinary.

Sol squinted his eyes and saw that the originally transparent soup instantly turned dark green, with some small yellow bubbles mixed in.

It looks spooky and creepy.

I don't know if it's poisonous or not.

Seeing that Sol hadn't had any soup, the old witch tapped on the railing with her finger.

Dangdang!

Drink it if you don't want to die, or I'll dissect you right now.

Agu: [This medicine is called Fletcher's Love Soup, and it is a low-cost medicine to maintain life. The person who invented this potion in the first place was to imprison the lover who wanted to escape. People who drink this bowl of soup will lose their sense of direction. 】

Sol curled his lips, seeing that the old witch's eyes had narrowed, he quickly raised his head, and poured the love soup into his stomach.

Seeing Sol drink up the thick soup, the old witch snorted coldly and took away the empty bowl.

The others also failed to keep the bowl, and the old witch would not let them put anything in the cage.

After Ochli finished his soup, he glanced at Sol again, From now on, you really won't be able to get out again.

He seemed disappointed that Sol was so well-behaved, and he lay down with his back to Sol after speaking.

But this time, Sol didn't take the initiative to strike up a conversation with Oukili, but kept his mouth tightly shut.

Because the two mushrooms he had just poured into his mouth were dancing on his tongue.

After jumping for a while, the mushroom seemed to be tired of jumping, and slid down Sol's throat automatically.

Saul lowered his head and covered his face, recalling the picture that the mushroom had painted on his tongue just now.

Seems like I'm fine, two.

Two...what do you mean? Saul wiped his face and raised his head again.

Ho!

He suddenly found that the old witch had returned at some point, and was pressing her face against the crack of the railing, staring at him for an indefinite amount of time.

Drunken? Hehe, it was like this for the first time, and it will be fine if you drink it a few more times in the future.

When Sol heard it, he immediately understood that people who drank love soup for the first time might feel dizzy because they lost their sense of direction.

But he didn't feel anything at all.

Regardless of the reason, Sol started the show again.

He recalled his half-drunk state before, looked at the old witch in a daze, and didn't speak.

The old witch laughed, and she put her fingers into the cage and dragged Sol out.

Sol lazily followed behind the old witch.

Where am I going? He didn't know if he should have other reactions, but he slowed down his speech and didn't dare to show too much.

The old hag smiled, Go to my laboratory. If you behave well, you have a chance to come back.