Archmage Of The Undead

After drinking and eating, two ribs and bones from the monster were thrown under Yang Shu's feet, while seven or eight bones were thrown under Huo Ling's feet. Each bone was chewed clean, and ants were probably on top. It can even slip and do the splits.

This made Yang Shu's eyes twitch, and he couldn't help but say: "Why is your belly so long? You eat more than me."

Normally, a hunter like Yang Shu, a warrior, must eat more than a spellcaster like Huo Ling.

Moreover, these gold-level Warcraft ribs contained a lot of magic power and had solid meat. He was full after eating just two of them, and he kept watching Huo Ling gnawing on them.

"It's a blessing to be able to eat. How about eating more." Huo Ling smiled slightly and didn't explain much.

If the old man hadn't been here, Huo Ling could have chewed up all the bones and swallowed them. Anyway, there was a lot of magic power and nutrients in these bones, and his stomach could absorb them.

However, when outsiders are around, you still have to be careful and not show off too much.

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In the next few days, other people also returned one after another. Behind the poplar tree was Bai Mao.

When the old knight returned, he first glanced at Huo Ling and didn't expect him to complete the task so early.

"Bones was the first one to come back, a few days earlier than me." When he saw the stone, Yang Shu pretended not to care.

Huo Ling did not hide the traces of his life. Under the observation of Yang Shu, an experienced hunter, it was easy to know when Huo Ling would return.

"Hmm..." Bai Mao said nothing, just nodded.

Bai Mao came back at the wrong time. The dark mage was just preparing to start the barbecue in front of the fire, and what he ate this time was just the corpse of a silver-level monster.

"Eat this." Bai Mao watched the dark mage's barbecue technique for a while, and then threw out half a gold-level monster's body from the space equipment.

Huo Ling took a look at it and asked the dark mage to carry the body over and start processing it.

"Do you want the body of a gold-level professional?" Bai Mao casually cut down a big tree, leveled it with fighting spirit, and then asked Huo Ling.

"Is it a spell caster? Or a warrior?" Huo Ling's interest was suddenly aroused.

Bai Mao: "The corpse of a gold-level troll warrior belonging to a warrior."

"What a pity, how much does it cost?" Huo Ling sighed. It's a pity that it's not the corpse of the caster, otherwise he would be more interested.

"I'll take 50,000 magic stones from you." Bai Mao casually threw out a heavy corpse, a blue-skinned troll nearly three meters tall.

A large cavity was penetrated in the chest of this corpse, which was also where he suffered fatal injuries.

"It's too expensive, and I'm short of money..." Huo Ling shook his head. He didn't have much shortage of corpses of warriors. If he relied on flesh and blood to transform them, a gold-level transformed corpse would cost about 18,000 to 20,000 mana. between stones.

The corpse of this troll should have been at the elite gold level in strength during its lifetime. If it were sold to a trading house, it would probably fetch 60,000 to 70,000 magic stones. Baimao's 50,000 yuan would be a huge honor.

But Huo Ling had a more cost-effective option, but he couldn't just take the body and resell it.

When Bai Mao heard this, he glanced at Huo Ling and took the body back without saying anything.

"Are you still short of money? Is there someone above you who is still short of money?" Yang Shu on the other side also asked curiously.

Huo Ling sighed: "This is all a misunderstanding. I come from a poor family and there is no one above me."

Yang Shu laughed noncommittally, looking like this, he probably didn't believe it.

"You only want the caster's body?" Bai Mao asked coldly.

"Um...yes." Huo Ling nodded.

Bai Mao asked: "Do you want the silver one?"

Huo Ling: "I want it too. As long as it belongs to the caster, I want it."

Then Baimao threw out two more corpses. These two were the corpses of tiger men. Huo Ling stretched out his mental power to sense them. They were two tiger man shamans.

"What's the price of these two? There's half of this head left, can it still be used?" Bai Mao asked.

"I'll give you 10,000 in total." Huo Ling checked the two corpses and found that one of them had his head smashed, which had no impact.

The other one was a little more miserable, with only half of its head left. The other side of the head must have been chopped off, and Bai Mao didn't pick it up when he collected the body.

"Okay, I'll sell you. I'll give it to you next time if you have a gold rank, but you have to do me a favor." Baimao said.

Huo Ling put away the body, took out ten thousand magic stones, and gave them to Baimao.

"No problem. If you find the caster's body, just come to me."

Huo Ling doesn't mind having too many corpses of spell casters. As long as it's a spell caster, whether it's silver or black iron, it can eventually be made into a summoned caster with silver-level strength.

Moreover, Huo Ling can now enlighten them on the undead. These guys still have a chance of breaking through to gold, but the chance is relatively low.

Just like people, generally speaking, as long as a person awakens to extraordinary physique, he has a chance of breaking through to gold, but there are still people who are stuck in black iron and silver all their lives.

This is the same as the undead creatures who have been released the undead enlightenment technique. Their upper limit has been raised, but whether they can break through it depends on luck and hard work, but no matter how low the probability is, there is still a chance.

"What help do you want from him?" Yang Shu came over and asked.

"You can ask anything! Don't ask what you shouldn't ask." Bai Mao glanced at Yang Shu and ignored him.

After hearing this, Yang Shu couldn't help laughing: "Hey, you white-haired old man, do you think I won't know if you don't tell me? You just want to build a nightmare war horse!"

As soon as you stick your butt up, old man, I'll know whether you want to fart or poop! He also played charades with me. "

"Go, go, go see your shit..." Bai Mao was a little embarrassed when he was exposed.

Huo Ling also chuckled at the side. Summoning a nightmare horse to the old man Bai Mao was difficult, but not too difficult.

The nightmares he summoned before were all nightmare horses created by magic through the model of the nightmare horse in the rune template, plus his own magic power combined with the magic power of the spiritual world.

There is a difference between the nightmare horse summoned by the Terror Knight's sacrifice of soul power. The nightmare horse summoned by the Terror Knight is really summoned from hell.

And what Baimao wants is definitely this kind of nightmare horse from a terrifying knight. If Huo Ling wants to get him a nightmare horse, he must first summon it, and then he has to cancel the summoning contract and let Baimao sign it.

If you want to summon a real nightmare horse, you need to sacrifice your soul power when summoning it. This is not difficult. Huo Ling can collect a lot of soul power just by killing a group of creatures.

But the summoned nightmare still had a temporary contract with Huo Ling, and Baimao couldn't sign a knight's contract.

At this time, Huo Ling needs to cancel his temporary summoning contract. Without the existence of the summoning contract, this nightmare horse will soon be sent back to the abyss.

If Baimao wants to sign a knight's contract with it, he needs to conquer this nightmare horse in this short period of time and let him sign the contract.

This is extremely difficult.