Chapter 571 Dream
After the old witch fled in a hurry, Camus said calmly: "The upper limit of her perfect body is only that of a third-level wizard." Thor
smiled, "Isn't a third-level wizard powerful?"
Camus' lips moved. He seemed to have different ideas, but in the end said nothing.
She never expresses any opinions except when studying and researching.
It's like a closed box, making it impossible to see what's hidden inside.
After a while, Camus said to Thor again: "You are the same. You have to adapt to the third witch body transformation and you cannot relax the requirements on yourself. The improvement of magic power is very important, and the improvement of mental power cannot stagnate. You need to strengthen yourself. Tolerate the spirit body and avoid being overwhelmed during the formal transformation."
Saul knew that Camus's suggestion was important, but he did not relax his efforts to improve himself.
"I know. Since building the wizard tower in Rhine Lake, I have been fishing for the spirits in the lake and using these spirits to enhance my spiritual power." Once,
Thor's spiritual power was comparable to that of an ordinary second-level wizard. Now he is stronger than ordinary second-level wizards.
However, as a result, the number of spirits in the lake has also dropped significantly, causing it to take longer and longer for him to fish for souls.
Camus stared at Sol's face, seeming to confirm the changes in his mental and physical body.
After a moment, she withdrew her gaze and changed the topic without making any comment.
"In addition to trying to fuse a large number of souls, you also need to mobilize your locator. Perceive it, become familiar with it, apply it, and finally apply its characteristics to you. This will help you advance to the second level." Thor also
understands This principle is easier said than done.
Especially his locator is the Death Wizard's Diary.
"The characteristics of my locator are to predict death and predict the future... Apply the characteristics of the locator to myself. Do I need to have the ability to predict?" Thor thought of this and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
The locator is too powerful, which is sometimes a problem.
The breath that just came out of his mouth was suddenly sucked back by Thor.
"Wait! Can I really not predict it?"
Thor suddenly remembered that he had had several strange dreams in the first year he came to this world.
The two dreams of the maid turned into a puppet and Syd looking for him in the corpse room also have a somewhat mysterious character.
If you combine this with the dangers he encountered later...it might be possible to call it a precognitive dream!
Thor held his chin and fell into deep thought, "At that time, the few dreams I had seemed to predict danger. Do I really have a talent in this area?" Thor had never learned prophecy witchcraft
.
Firstly, he has a diary, but he doesn't need it. Secondly, he was promoted too quickly and didn't finish learning all the knowledge in this field. Naturally, he didn't have the time and energy to learn other knowledge that was temporarily unavailable.
Moreover, when he began to study witchcraft systematically, he rarely had such dreams.
Just like, when a complete knowledge system is established, instinct will degenerate.
Sol's thoughts gradually drifted away, and Camus stopped talking, seemingly not caring about Sol's state.
The underground floor was completely quiet.
Promoting to the second level is not a task that can be completed in a short time. Thor thought for a while and then let himself go, focusing on the knowledge and experiments in front of him.
He went upstairs and used soul fishing to absorb a little pollution from Justin, preparing to take it back for experiments.
But he didn't expect that after only touching this little bit of pollution, the source of pollution on Justin's body would suddenly riot, immediately worsening his injuries.
Fortunately, Justin was very aware of his physical condition and quickly controlled the situation. He just needed to rest for a while.
Although he was injured this time, he also confirmed that Sol was quite good at dealing with pollution, which strengthened his confidence.
After Sol helped Justin recover, he went downstairs with the newly acquired pollution. Justin was left alone on the entire third floor of the wizard tower.
At night, Justin suddenly got up from the wooden bed after lying down all afternoon.
He walked to the open space in the center of the room, and a piece of gold spread under his feet. A new metal tetrahedron gradually took shape, wrapping Justin's whole body.
Justin, who was closed, raised his right hand and rolled up his sleeve.
In the middle of his forearm, there was a shallow bruise.
The fingertips of his left hand turned into a knife and gently scratched along the bruises. The skin and flesh immediately separated, but no blood flowed out.
In the bright red muscle gap, a red sesame-sized seed was stirring slightly.
Like a living heart.
Justin observed his heart for a while and saw that its activity was not reduced, so he relaxed slightly.
"I can't die yet." He thought, "The continuation of the royal family of the night cannot be interrupted here."
Justin held down the wound, fearing that the magic power fluctuation would be obvious, so he did not use witchcraft, but let the wound heal on its own.
After a moment, when he was sure that the skin and flesh had adhered, he restored himself to his original position, removed the golden tetrahedron, and sat back down to meditate.
That night, Sol, who was used to meditating instead of sleeping, and would only fall asleep occasionally when he was mentally exhausted, chose to lie on a soft bed made of mushrooms.
"Suddenly fell asleep with a certain purpose, and I actually had some insomnia."
Sol, who had been lying down for a long time without falling asleep for the first time, stood up again.
"Relax." Penny comforted Sol with a smile in her mind, "If Brother Sol really can't sleep, I can help you." "
No. I'm worried that other forces will intervene and affect the nature of the dream." Er rejected Penny's proposal, took a few deep breaths, lay down again, closed his eyes and meditated.
Thor wants to have a precognitive dream, but he also knows that there is no certainty in this matter.
What's more, in my impression, precognitive dreams usually only appear when he is in a dangerous situation. Although Thor is staying in Borderland now, there is no big life-or-death crisis for the time being.
After all, there are no reminders in the diary.
"However, the reminders in the diary are not complete. As long as I can survive the crisis, even if everyone else is dead, I'm afraid the diary will not give reminders." We cannot rely entirely on the diary to judge danger
.
Gradually, my attention was diverted, and my sleepiness gradually increased.
He actually fell asleep slowly.
...
Thor opened his eyes and found himself standing in a gray world.
He is high in the sky, looking down on the earth.
"This is... Borderlands?"
Thor lowered his head and saw the familiar mushroom forest and the Rhine Lake surrounded by the mushroom forest.
The white Jingling Wizard Tower stands on the island in the middle of the lake, looking a little hazy.
"Boom——"
The ground trembled.
Thor quickly looked towards the source of the sound.
There was a giant walking slowly among the mountains behind him!
The giant's body was covered with milky white bells, but the bells made no sound when he walked.
A wave of heat came from Sol's left again. Sol looked over blankly and saw the fire spreading across the entire plain.
The heaven and earth seemed to be burned to ashes by flames, and among the ashes there were countless human faces distorted and wailing, extending toward the sky along with the black smoke.
Thor unconsciously raised his head following the smoke, and saw a flying shadow in the same gray sky.
The flying shadow was moving away from Thor at a very fast speed, as if it was fleeing. But as it flew, it suddenly flew towards the sky at a faster speed.
No, it was more like falling.
Falling towards the endless sky, until even Thor's gaze could not catch it.
After the other party's figure completely disappeared into the sky, Thor vaguely heard a desperate and shrill wail.
"What's going on?" He made a voice unconsciously, crossing his arms with both hands, falling into unreasonable fear.
Then he felt something was wrong. When he lowered his head, he saw that his two hands and the arms they were holding were only black skeletons!
The broken wizard robe was fluttering, and the body exposed under the robe was actually without flesh and blood.
Thor raised his hand and rubbed his face in horror.
Bones collided with bones, making a hoarse friction sound.
(End of chapter)