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Chapter 227 Can mentally retarded skeletons create their own magic?

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    Looking down from the air, a carriage and a unicorn are running forward at a 90-degree angle, getting closer and closer, and finally pass each other at the top.

    The undead and demon faces on the carriage all turned their heads in shock to look at the 'horse' passing by

    This 'horse' has a big cat squatting on its head, and sitting on its back is an armored man, a little girl, a skeleton, and a young brass dragon. It's crowded, six things and six things.  His eyes were neatly tilted to look at the carriage, and moved as the relative positions of the two parties changed.

    Finally, as they passed each other, the carriage changed from the left rear to the right rear of the opponent. The four on the horse and the big cat on the horse turned their heads and continued to stare at them with tilted heads.

    The undead were shocked, is this still a horse?

    The demon face on the brazier blinked and murmured: "Why do they look familiar? Where have I seen them?"

    The undead was surprised: "Do you know them? I turned around and they turned around and chased me. Do you owe them money? Otherwise, how could you dare to chase my car?"

    In the Land of Sinking, those who own bone horses and carriages are all high-level undead and lichs. For example, the great sage dares to chase a high-level undead in the wasteland. Unless he really owes the other party a lot of money, how can he have the courage?  Do it this way.

    After the undead finished speaking, he found that there was no response. He turned around and saw that the brazier was extinguished and the demon face had long since disappeared.

    The undead was really shocked now. Did this oily demon scare him away?  It ran away without saying hello. Could it be that it recognized that pile of things as a terrifying existence?

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????¡­  That big cat on top of the horse?  How scary can a cat be?

    That little girl?  There is nothing scary about such a fair and tender cute little girl.  I have seen a golden skeleton many times, and there is nothing scary about it.

    The only special ones are the brass young dragon and the armored man. The young dragon is not scary, but having a young dragon doesn't mean there is an adult dragon?

    ???????????????????????????????? But the adult dragon, who has never been seen, will not scare the Lord of Terror away. Is it because of the armored man?

    At this moment, Lightning carried five little dragons on his back and caught up, marching side by side with the carriage. The six heads turned around and their eyes fell on the undead. The brass dragon at the end opened his mouth and said: "Hello, you know  Where to go from Relay Tower 4?¡±

    The undead¡¯s heart skipped a beat: It couldn¡¯t be such a coincidence. Going to the No. 4 relay tower at this time, could it be the person who took over the relay tower?

    He asked calmly: "Are you going to the No. 4 Relay Tower? What a coincidence. I happen to be passing by the No. 4 Relay Tower. You can just follow me. I would like to ask, do you want to go to the No. 4 Relay Tower?  What's the matter?"

    Negris said truthfully: "The night watchman of Relay Tower No. 4 no longer wants to work, let's go and replace him."

    Sure enough, relay towers are generally a place where no one can shit. In normal years, no one might go there. But now that we meet head-on, who else can be there besides the successor.

    However, the undead looked at them again: "Which one of you will take over? The night watchman is responsible for feeding the relay spirit. The soul is too weak, and it can only be fed by one soul. The relay spirit only recognizes one soul, and other souls are close to it."  It's going to hurt."

    The undead looked around, and only skeletons and armored men were the most consistent with the characteristics of undead creatures. The rest seemed to be living creatures, all of them alive to death. How to feed the relay spirit?

    Nigris pointed to the little zombie at the front: "It."

    This was in line with the undead's knowledge. After a while, a high tower appeared on the horizon. The undead pointed at the tower and said: "The No. 4 relay tower is over there."

    "Oh, thank you so much. Fortunately, I met you. Otherwise, we might have missed it according to our direction. Thank you very much. I wonder what you call me?" Negris said politely.

    It¡¯s hard to deal with it. Remember to ask other people¡¯s names.

    "We are all travelers in the Land of Perdition, why should we remember each other's names? Goodbye." The undead waved his hand freely, and the bone horse that was connected to his soul immediately accelerated and ran towards the end of the horizon.

    After running all the way out of sight of Ange and others, the carriage suddenly braked and swung to a stop. The undead emerged from the roof of the car, looking in the direction of the relay tower.

    Ange and his party have turned into a small white dot and moved under the relay tower.

    The brazier in the carriage suddenly lit up again, and the face of the Lord of Terror was revealed in the flames.

    The undead immediately scolded: "You devil, I really can't trust you. Are you so scary when you run so fast?"

    "Aren't I afraid of being discovered by them? That unicorn is very sensitive to the devil's scent." HorrorThe man climbed outside a door in the middle of the tower. Horchuk searched around and found a switch under a pile of spider webs. He said awkwardly: "I haven't used it in hundreds of years. I almost forgot where it is."  ¡±

    Pulling out the dirt on it, Horchuk pressed it hard, uh, it got stuck and didn¡¯t move.

    "Still stuck?" Nigris poked his head curiously. The World Transfer Station has not been used for more than a thousand years, and there is no jam. The teleportation arrays in the Temple of the Undead and Devil's Valley are both broken. Enter the soul energy.  They will be repaired automatically.

    With this kind of automatic repair ability, it has never seen the buildings of the Immortal Empire get stuck.

    Horchuk awkwardly pushed hard, harder, and harder. If he was still alive, he would have been sweating profusely. He finally pressed the switch and said: "It has been useless for too long. You will take over in the future."  , let¡¯s put some oil on it every few decades.¡±

    As the switch was pressed, the entire relay tower began to tremble slightly. After a while, everyone suddenly felt that the powerful soul above their heads fell silent.

    In fact, as soon as we get close to the relay tower, everyone can feel the powerful relay spirit. Except for Ange, everyone else feels quite oppressive. Even the most jumping little angel has become quieter. Now this kind of oppression  The feeling disappeared.

    As the sense of oppression disappeared, a cloud of gray mist quietly floated to the bottom of the tower and slowly moved up the tower.

    Horchuk waited for a short while before opening the door and continuing to climb to the top of the tower.

    Soon, everyone arrived at the top of the tower and immediately saw the huge soul flame in the magic circle, which was as big as a basin.

    The soul fire of a normal undead creature is only about the size of a fist. The soul fire of this relay spirit is at least a hundred times that of an ordinary undead creature.

    Nigris understood the operation of the relay spirit at a glance: "So that's it. No wonder it has such high intensity."

    Horchuk was stunned for a moment: "What kind of thing?"

    Negris smiled mysteriously and did not answer. This is a good method. Using this method, Ange can also create such a powerful spirit body. How can he tell others casually?

    Horchuk didn¡¯t ask further questions. Anyway, his only idea now was to hand over the job as soon as possible, and he didn¡¯t dare to be interested in other things, so he took a step forward.

    At this moment, a ball was thrown in from the window, landed next to the relay spirit, exploded violently, and a thought rushed out, imprinted on the sleeping relay spirit.

    Everyone was shocked by this turn of events. Ange was the first to react and rushed out of the window. He only saw an undead floating quickly towards the bottom of the tower.

    Without saying a word, Ange fired the explosive fireball and shot it over.

    The undead soul condensed into form, with a look of surprise on its face. It was obvious that Ange had not expected to react so quickly.

    But when he saw Ange¡¯s exploding fireball, his face showed a trace of doubt and disdain. The doubt was because the magic was cast by a skeleton. Can a skeleton learn magic?

    "Is it disdainful because you actually cast magic in front of yourself?"  He is an undead mage.

    The undead waved his hand gently, and the explosive fireball dissipated - deprivation.

    High-level magicians can deprive the enemy of control of elements through elemental interference and mental suppression. This method will be more effective as the magic is farther away from the opponent and closer to itself.

    "I can't believe that you, a mentally retarded skeleton, can actually learn magic. Who is your teacher?" the undead asked curiously.

    Ange tilted his head: "No."

    "You don't have a teacher? Who did you learn your magic from?" The undead were more interested in Ange's teacher. It was an incredible feat to be able to teach a skeleton magic.

    "Made by myself." Ange responded truthfully.

    The undead seemed to have heard a big joke: "Hahaha, don't you even dare to say who taught you magic? Did you create it yourself? Can you, a mentally retarded skeleton, create your own magic? Then I will be the God of Magic! Let the real  Let the magician teach you what magic is."

    The undead was irritated by Ange's answer. He stretched out his hand in front of him, and a batch of exploding fireballs that were exactly the same as those that Ange had cast before appeared in front of the undead.

    It can be seen that the magic level of this undead is indeed not high. What he cast is not the fourth-level regular bursting fireball, but the second-level compressed trumpet bursting fireball.

    With only one move from Ange, he was able to reproduce it perfectly, which shows his extremely high level of magic and harmony.

    He wants to use the same exploding fireball to blow apart this mentally retarded skeleton who tells lies without blinking an eye. Although this is a very rare skeleton that can learn magic, this is not its capital for lying. Invent its own magic?

    I am a mage myself, but I have never created my own magic.

    As soon as he finished speaking, the undead saw Ange making exactly the same action as him. He moved his palm in front of him and wiped out a row of exploding fireballs.

    ??If you like the exotic land reclamation with vegetable planting skeletons, please collect it: the exotic land reclamation with vegetable planting skeletons is updated the fastest.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)Does it have the capital to tell lies and create its own magic?

    I am a mage myself, but I have never created my own magic.

    As soon as he finished speaking, the undead saw Ange making exactly the same action as him. He moved his palm in front of him and wiped out a row of exploding fireballs.

    ??If you like the exotic land reclamation with vegetable planting skeletons, please collect it: the exotic land reclamation with vegetable planting skeletons is updated the fastest.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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