"Do you know how to release that spell? Which words are used? How to adjust the magic wind?"

Eski took out his toothpick, looked sideways, and glanced at the elf with one eye.

Crops that are ripening? To put it lightly, there are dozens of phrases about growth in Anorkuyenli. How to match them? How to change the form of magic wind? Relying on him, an engineer who plays chaotic energy, understand?

"You ask me? Didn't you just use the Wind of Life last night?"

Wu Ling didn't seem to know this magic, which made Esky's body sag on the recliner that the slave rat moved.

"When I'm a high elf, I've learned your magic systematically, right?"

The engineers felt inexplicably aware of the witch spirit.

He just wanted to learn the magic of the elves in depth in the future, and specifically learned Arnor Quinyan and Truhill in advance. Among them, only the former is a magic language in the true sense.

Relying on magical language, spells cannot be automatically released. Yesterday's healing magic was just a mouthful when the book introduced the roots of the Wind of Life.

He himself did not believe that he could be successfully released.

I don’t know what happened yesterday. He believed that he could release it, and then it was really released. Is it the influence of the panel? Or not?

If Wu Ling didn't... Damn it, why did he fall into this kind of thinking again?

The engineer realized that he seemed to have entered the same state as yesterday, so he quickly got up, moved his paws, hoping to use exercise to stop thinking.

Moving, he stayed in front of the Wu Ling.

Read carefully the new information exposed on the panel before:

Kane's Bride:

The witch spirits were born...

...The still beating heart was dug out of the victim's chest and roasted it on the fire, coating the struggling flesh with scarlet runes...

Scarlet, rune?

The engineer remembers that he seemed to say yesterday that Truzi could not do anything but kill? He made a joke. Didn’t he mention that Truzi couldn’t build, but he still had to focus on high-quality ones?

"Speaking of this, I would also like to ask you, when you sacrifice, you will draw runes, so why don't you use them to build them? I remember that you elves have a second vision."

Thinking about the possible jokes yesterday, the engineer asked carefully.

The blood-red eyes stared at Wu Ling under the white hair, which made Wu Ling feel a little uncomfortable.

“Turuzz doesn’t need construction, we just need to hone our skills in killing.”

Hekati's voice became lower, like a murmur.

"Stop, sorry, I'm disturbing."

The engineer stopped for a while, enjoyed the slave rat service for a while, and then said.

"Then why don't you be a mage, be this thing? Isn't Moras the first bride of Kane? "

As long as you have the second vision and enough time, anyone can become a mage.

In theory, any elves can become mages, but the reality is that elves are not all-member mages, which is very strange.

"You mean warlock?"

The witch spirit was a little confused. The spellcaster they cast was called a warlock, not a mage.

"I'm still called a Warlock."

Eski complained, waiting for her next sentence.

"My talent is not enough, and Gorond won't accept me as an apprentice."

The engineer unconsciously pinched his chin.

This answer is really interesting.

In other words, the fact that the elves cannot serve as mages is a problem of the system, not other reasons.

It’s like something that Junshu forced to set up to balance each race, otherwise all other mages would be too fart for other races.

But wait, what did he hear just now?

Gorond?

The engineer suddenly realized that he had scolded Gorond yesterday as a bitch (Big Horn Rat) son. Although it was a fact, let alone the facts...

"It seems that my sow discord yesterday seems like a joke to you."

"whispering sound."

Wu Ling once again showed a sarcastic smile on his face.

The engineer rolled his eyes, which was the meaning of putting aside the facts.

"Slave Rat, come here and apply this thing to me."

Esky waited for two minutes, but the slave rat still did not come.

"Dirty stuff, do you want to die? Come here and apply this thing to me."

The engineer called out dissatisfiedly, his tone was filled with the superiors who were the standard of rats and threatened the inferiors. The slaves and rats then realized that the engineer was indeed talking to themselves.

The engineer who just now said was Truhl, but suddenly changed to Queekish (Queekish, I don't know how to transliterate it), which is indeed difficult for them to not react.

Resentment and dissatisfaction spread in the hearts of the slave rat, but were quickly suppressed again.

Clan rats can make them think of resisting. After all, many rats have become slave rats before they were clan rats, but engineering sorcerers, like warlords, made them not be able to make them think of resisting.

The smell of rat-man fear floated in the air, which made Esky frown and silently brought the breathing mask.

"What are they doing?"

"Put me disinfectant and repellent, damn bad guys always have diseases and bugs."

It is very bad to have long hair on your body. Lice and fleas like this environment very much. If you don’t pay attention to deworming and disinfection at all times, this beautiful white hair will not be preserved.

However, the rats in the scurvy clan seem to be very clean. Unlike in the dungeon, perhaps because they have been in a high-salt environment for many years, they have no other low-cost things except scurvy.

Even so, Esky still won’t be careless. This white hair is so precious.

While wiping, he glanced at the elves slaves, and the engineer began to wonder if they needed this thing.

"The Witch Spirit has Kane's protection, so I don't need it anymore. Slaanesia's miscellaneous things may be very much."

The engineer's eyes swept to the normal elves placed on the left corner of the room, and then to the Slaanes who were now inactive, and finally returned to the left.

"Do you want the other three? Deworming and disinfecting."

The elves watched coldly, and after a while, they spit out a word.

"toilet."

"Slave rats, bring them over, toilets, remember to use them and pour them out."

As he spoke, Esky silently tightened his breathing mask.

"Do you still have that thing?"

Wu Ling suddenly spoke, and with some disgust, he moved away from the cage where the three normal elves were imprisoned next to him.

"You mean a breathing mask?"

The engineer pressed it, shook his head, and explained.

"You can't use this thing. The energy used for air circulation and filter cartridge cleaning is dimensional stone. Do you want to have pliers and tongues as long as those three things?"

"Speaking of this, I will feed them a dimensional stone, so they will stop having their tails coming out."
Chapter completed!