Heimarian Odyssey Chapter 4978: Roger

They are also fat people, and unlike Nicholas Dodge's dogs and horses, there is such a truth seeker in the wizarding world, no matter when and where, he never forgets his original intention of chasing magic.

Even at the level of magic and life, the opponent is even better than Nicolas Cage.

In the dark laboratory, a chubby little man was walking around in front of the test bench, waving a magic wand flexibly, adding various magic benefits to the test subjects in front of him.

"It's strange, why is my t2-type corpse training synthetic beast always far behind Master Lilith's synthetic beast of the same level."

"Where is the problem?" The little fat man held his chin and fell into deep thought.

The little fat man in front of him is Rogge, a sixth-level necromancer magician who was comparable to Bev, Thanesus and others in terms of talent and aptitude.

As Bev, Thanesus, and the others advanced to be the master, Rogge, who had been optimistic about Locke and the others, remained silent for a long time.

Sometimes Locke wonders why this kid hasn't been promoted to True Spirit yet.

Only Little Fatty Rogge himself doesn't seem to be in a hurry about breaking through the true spirit magician.

Thousands of feet rise from the flat ground. Only when the foundation is laid more and more solidly can the realm of future achievements be higher.

Little Fatty Rogge didn't think so far. The reason why he hasn't engaged in the matter of preparing to attack the true spirit magician is only because the few experimental subjects he is currently facing are more important than breaking through the reality in his opinion. It is more important to have a mental threshold.

"Why exactly?" Roger couldn't help stuffing his index finger into his mouth.

They are all more than ten thousand years old, and they are also a well-known sixth-level peak magician in the wizarding world. Rogge has a quirk that is difficult for outsiders to understand, that is, he likes to chew his nails, especially when he is thinking about problems. when.

The slight itching from the fingertips not only did not interrupt Rogge's thinking, but made his thinking more divergent.

It was also when Rogge gradually lost himself in gnawing, an ice-blue bone finger suddenly appeared in front of him, and Rogge couldn't help shivering.

"What are you doing?!" Rogge couldn't help but widen his small eyes, glaring at a small white skeleton in front of him.

Rogge was not angry that the other party interrupted his nail biting, he was angry that the other party interrupted his thinking.

Facing Rogge's questioning, Little Skull pointed at his fingertips.

I saw traces of blood coming from Rogge's nails, and the little fat man bit him quite hard.

With Rogge's life level at the peak of the sixth level, this "slight injury" is nothing at all. After glaring at this ignorant little skeleton, Rogge continued to think about his problems in another direction.

Just when he was about to stuff his fingers into his mouth again, the little skeleton was the one who moved first.

I saw an ice-blue bone finger, instead of Roger's own finger, stuffed into his mouth.

Rogge didn't even think about tasting it, so he shivered from the cold.

This is the bone-chilling dual domain of spirit and soul. No wonder Rogge, a peak magician of level six, couldn't help but feel chills.

Angrily glaring at the skeleton in front of him again, Rogge didn't do any stupid moves this time, but closed his mouth tightly.

The origin of the skeleton in front of me is quite mysterious.

It is a prehistoric skeleton that Rogge accidentally awakened from an underground tomb when Rogge followed Lilith to practice penance in the Sea of ​​Silence Starfield.

Lilith had also seen this skeleton before, and gave it a "good" evaluation.

As for the real details of this little skull, Lilith didn't say anything, and Rogge didn't explore it himself.

All in all, this gadget, whose external life energy level is only second level, actually possesses the icy energy that affects Rogge, which is enough to prove that the other party is extraordinary.

What makes Rogge look sideways is that this little thing seems to have a lot of intelligence.

Based on the idea of ​​being able to study the opponent's Xin Mi in his spare time, this little skeleton has become a special existence in Rogge's laboratory.

Sometimes the opponent is Rogge's experimental subject, and sometimes it is Rogge's assistant.

Even the coercion of the fourth and fifth level undead lords can't scare this little skeleton. Rogge feels that there must be some shocking secrets in the other party.

This is Rogge's intuition as a genius spellcaster.

But now he wants to dismantle the opponent's skeleton, it's so cold!

The difficulties encountered during the experiment made Rogge gradually feel a little irritable.

He thought about when he would visit Master Lilith again, but this idea was quickly rejected by himself shaking his head.

Lilith, the seventh-level peak true spirit magician, never expressed that she accepted Rogge as her apprentice from the beginning to the end.

What I pointed out to Rogge before was just compensation for Rogge's role as Lilith's experimental assistant.

Spellcasters in the wizarding world generally follow the principle of equivalent exchange, and Lilith doesn't like to owe others any favors.

Although Lilith never said that she would accept Rogge as an apprentice, Rogge subconsciously regarded Lilith as a guide.

Especially in the field of training corpses and synthesizing beasts, the height Lilith has achieved is enough to make Rogge, a little fat man, worship her.

Since the experiment in front of him encountered difficulties, Rogge then shook his head and prepared to start another experiment plan of his own.

There will be no results if you stick to the horns of the dead. For a genius magician like Rogge, time is the truth.

"The next one is to explore the fusion threshold of the power of death and the power of dark elements, well, I hope everything goes well this time." Rogge sighed for a long time.

The little bone skeleton next to him, at this moment, handed over a potion of evil spirits that can replenish mental strength and physical vitality.

This is an advanced potion developed by Rogge himself, and its design raw materials even include stamens contributed by a certain sixth-level flower-type creature of the Ten Thousand Flowers Psychic World Group.

The boring but fulfilling research started again after Rogge drank the potion in his hand in one gulp.

This is an ordinary and simple day for a sixth-level peak necromancer in the wizarding world.

On this day, he did not gain any profound meanings of truth, nor did he unravel the corresponding magic topics.

But he still feels fulfilled and motivated for the future!

Behind every successful magic experiment, there are thousands of failures.

This law is especially suitable for those high-level magicians.

Where is the end of the truth, Rogge doesn't know, Douglas doesn't know, even Locke, a level 9 creature, doesn't know.

But no matter where the road ends, at least when they set foot on this road, the scenery along the way makes them linger.

"Okay! The 1758th exploration of the fusion boundary value of the power of death and dark elements begins now!"

"My goal this time is at least to advance the research progress to 58% based on the original foundation!" Rogge confidently shouted out his minimum goal, but no one knows whether it will be realized.

The little white bone skeleton walked past Rogge at this time, holding a magic broom, cleaning his messy laboratory according to Rogge's request.

A crazy magician, a small ice-blue skull, and a gloomy and depressing laboratory constitute a simple and warm picture.

And this picture will last for a long time in the future.