Diary of the Death Wizard

In a short period of time, Thor thought of several ways to increase his magic power.

Just not on a large scale.

The last time Thor got a lot of magic power was in the Elven Valley, where he got the last gift from the half-elf.

The pure magic power that time directly saved him the time of accumulating magic power for several years, and he was promoted to an official wizard smoothly.

If he wasn't an official wizard, it would be very difficult for him to survive the wizard tower rebellion.

But now, without the gift from heaven, Thor can only rely on himself to find a way to increase the mana value.

Simply relying on meditation is definitely not enough.

At present, I think that the way to increase the magic value is mainly to collect all kinds of pure magic materials and absorb them after purification. However, the disadvantage of this method is that it cannot be completely purified, and impurities will accumulate in the body. After a long time, I have to find a special way Clean it up, otherwise there will be great hidden dangers.

You can build a magic pool. Camus said suddenly.

A magic pool? What is it?

Sol hadn't heard the name before. Although the name is easy to understand, he feels that the method specially proposed by Camus will not be that simple.

The magic pool is to collect witchcraft materials with high magic power, and then extract purer magic power through the four steps of catalysis, refining, filtering, and collection.

At first glance, this method is similar to what Saul thought of before.

But Saul didn't speak, just watched Camus quietly.

Every step of building a magic pool is critical, but it is the third step, the filter, that determines the core of the magic pool. The selection of the filter material determines the pollution value in the magic power you extract. Some people also call it distortion. value.

Camus' voice was as flat as her emotions, without ups and downs. It's like a manual.

...the best filter material is a living wizard.

I'm afraid this kind of knowledge will not be allowed to spread?

Camus didn't answer, just looked at Sol like a statue.

Sol leaned on the experimental table, slowly turning the beaker in his hand, Tell me about it.

Thor builds a magic reservoir on top of the Wizard's Tower.

The entire pool is built with the materials of the Wizard Tower itself. The pool is cylindrical in shape, two meters high and one meter in diameter.

Outside the magic pool, a sunshade and a concentrator were also built. Different environmental simulations can be carried out according to different experimental materials.

Because of witchcraft, the overall structure of the magic pool was completed in less than half a month.

The next step is to prepare various materials, catalysts and... suitable filter materials.

After the main facility of the magic pool was completed, Sol left Herman in the Wizard Tower, and took the others out.

At present, the Purging Spirit Wizard Tower has entered a state of steady growth, and coupled with the forbidden magic Rhine Lake outside, he can leave with peace of mind for a period of time.

This time out, Sol is going to a place provided by the old witch. I heard that she had seen quicksand termites there.

The queen of the quicksand termite secretes a substance known in wizarding circles as obsidian amber. Obsidian amber is a very efficient catalyst, and its catalytic range is also very wide.

Once upon a time, Sol had sold a little when he was the second warehouse manager.

After leaving the wizard's tower, he didn't take the queen of the quicksand termite with him, because the queen is very fragile and must live in a complex environment simulation instrument.

And the instrument is very precise, afraid of bumps, it is impossible for Sol to take it on the road.

However, he still has some leftover obsidian amber on his body, but for such a large-scale experimental project as the magic pool, that little remnant is really not enough.

He needs more Dark Amber and a sustainable source of harvesting.

So he planned to find the quicksand termite colony according to the clues provided by the old witch, and then move out of the Rhine Lake together with the queen ant and its descendants.

The old witch will build an ant nest outside the wizard tower in advance, and when Sol returns, she can directly move the entire group of quicksand termites in.

This is what she came up with herself. The condition is that part of the obsidian amber produced by the queen ant will also be given to her.

Sol naturally wouldn't refuse. He also planned to send someone to move near the ant nest and take care of it. It would be best if the candidate was an old witch.

The place where the old witch once found quicksand termites was not in the desert, but strangely appeared in a forest adjacent to a settlement.

The area of ​​the mountain forest is not large, not even covering half of the mountain top, but the plants growing inside are extremely lush and tall.

When people walk inside, they are as small as ants.

Therefore, it is called Survivor Gulin by the people nearby.

Most of the Borderlands is uninhabited. In some areas, only a small number of powerful wizards or other powerful people live alone.

Few places will establish settlements.

Before entering the ancient forest of survivors, Sol first went to the nearby settlement to inquire about news.

The area of ​​this settlement is not large, but towering walls are built around it.

The fence looks like it's been around for some time. The bricks and stones are mottled, and even some of the witchcraft circles inscribed on them have failed, and they are simply hung on them to serve as a deterrent.

The north is surrounded by mountains, and the south is the survivor's ancient forest. There is no shelter on the east and west sides, only a road that has been weather-beaten extends under the wall, and then bifurcates around it.

The sun shone down unscrupulously. It is clearly autumn, but there is still the power of Zhongxia.

Thor came to the point where the road forked.

The path leading to the settlement is covered with weeds, and it seems that there are not many people going in and out at ordinary times.

When Sol was considering whether to go through the door or fly in directly, a series of messy metal collisions from far to near caught his attention.

Seven ragged ordinary people lined up from the survivor Gulin.

They all wore shackles around their ankles.

All had their left feet tied to one chain of iron shackles, all had their right feet tied to another.

The eyes of seven people were all covered with black cloth.

The first man carried a lantern in his hand.

The light from the lantern was so weak that it was almost impossible to see clearly in the bright sun.

A group of people tied together, all blindfolded, but still carrying lamps?

Sol stood where he was, watching them slowly come out of the forest, their bare feet stepping on the grass to stepping on the ground, and then passing by him.

These men's trousers were rolled up to the knees, and mud was hanging from their calves to their toes.

When the last person passed by Saul, he stepped up and followed behind.

The fork of the main road was more than a hundred meters away from the doorway dug out of the wall.

When the first blindfolded man approached the closed beech gate, the lantern he was holding went out with a chuck.

The first person stopped immediately.

Then the whole team stopped skilfully.

At this moment, the door opened silently.

The inside of the gate is very dark, as if sunlight is forbidden inside the settlement.

A huge hand pawed at the door, widening the gap a little, enough for one person to enter.

The lantern came on again.

The seven people in front continued to move forward, stepping right foot first and then left foot very tacitly.

Sol still walked at the back, and even the frequency of his steps was the same as that of the ordinary people in front.

He successfully entered the crack of the door, and looked up to see a large, roughly triangular head poking out half of its head from behind the door panel.

His pair of orange eyes are as big as a round table. One of the two hands was on the side of the door, and the other was resting on the top of the door.

He didn't look at Sol, his cloudy pupils moved little by little with the seven ordinary people walking slowly on the ground.

Gulu.

Thor seemed to hear the sound of swallowing.

The monster behind the door finally couldn't hold back, let go of the door with one hand, and stretched out to the last of the seven people.

He grasped the upper body of the man, trying to lift him up.

But as soon as he raised his arms, the shackles connected to the seven people's feet began to rattle.

The captured man was very flustered, but he opened his mouth, but he didn't make a sound. He just kept shaking his movable legs, trying to make the sound of the shackles louder.

Snapped!

Suddenly, a long whip protruded from the darkness and slammed on the monster's head.

Don't touch my things!

The voice of a desperate old man sounded.