My magic can merge

Chapter 4 Low-level Warcraft Storm Bear

After comprehending the power of death, Merck's blood-colored eyes can see objects with a radius of tens of meters even in the dark night, and he no longer has to keep turning on his spiritual perception.

He didn't leave the capital of the undead too far. It was already late at night, and the predators in the jungle had entered hunting mode. It would be dangerous to go to the lair of the lost elves at this time.

This land of death is the best shelter for Merck, he can sleep peacefully without being disturbed by anyone.

Merck found a fairly open place to rest and cleaned up the gravel on the ground so that he could lie down more comfortably.

At this moment, the piranha on the side exuded a gentle breath, and Merck actually felt a sense of intimacy that he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Why do I suddenly find it a little cute, and even have an urge to touch it?"

Seeing that the piranha opened its mouth wide, revealing densely packed sharp-edged teeth, with strongly corrosive yellow-green saliva flowing from its mouth, Merck instantly dispelled this strange idea.

Merck felt the surging death power in his body, and gathered these magic energy particles into his palm.

His right hand was instantly filled with black air, and a strong death breath was released.

Merck closed his eyes tightly, using his mind to communicate with the undead in different dimensions.

The magic energy particles in the palm continued to escape, forming four black hexagram arrays in the void, and Merck could feel the magic value in his body passing away rapidly.

The six-pointed star array gradually solidified, and roars came from the void.

Merck felt a strong sense of exhaustion, but he relaxed a little, and the connection between the skeleton warriors inside the four hexagrams and him instantly faded.

He braced his body and continued to mobilize the few death energies in his body.

Just when he was about to lose his hold, he heard four hoarse roars.

"Roar……"

Finally, the four skeleton warriors came out of the void, and Merck quickly withdrew his magic.

"Because your level is too low, you don't have the blessing of a staff to help condense magic. Casting spells consumes 300% of the mana. Raising the level can slow down the consumption of mana, which can be reduced to 100% at most."

"Grass, why didn't you say that just now?"

But he didn't get any response, he could only curse in his heart.

But even if he told him, Merck would still make this choice.

After all, the probability that he can kill the elf priest without helpers is very small.

Merck sat on the ground, looking up at the four powerful skeleton warriors.

The skeleton warrior has no flesh and hair, and is composed of various bones. It is about 1.5 meters tall, a little short, and looks very thin.

The flames of the undead flickered in their eyes and the left chest. The flame of the undead on the left chest was a little thicker, but still very dim, probably because the level was too low.

The skeleton warrior's right hand held a dilapidated bone knife. It seemed that the knife hadn't been sharpened yet, it looked blunt, and its quality was the most trashy gray, even gradeless.

Not to mention a decent armor on their bodies, they have no defensive measures at all.

Looks like it's in poor condition.

However, the attributes of these skeletons are still good. In many cases, appearance and strength do not have much relationship.

"The four of you keep vigil around me, I'll rest for a while."

After all, Merck closed his eyes and began to meditate, recovering the mana points that were consumed a lot due to the release of spells.

In theory, a mage could use up all his mana, at least in the game.

But in reality, it is almost impossible for a low-level magician to do this, unless he dies.

Moreover, low-level magicians consume a lot of magic points in a short period of time, and their bodies will also bear a considerable load, such as the current Merck.

At least for a short time, he has lost the ability to fight.

Merck, who closed his eyes and began to meditate, gradually became tired, and soon fell asleep.

The warm sun shone on Merck, and he gradually opened his eyes and found that it was already daylight.

The morning dew wetted his robe, and his whole body was a little wet.

However, after a night of meditation, Merck's mental state is not bad, his body is full of strength again, and the lost mana has been restored to full value.

Full of vitality!

In his memory, the lair of the lost elves was about ten kilometers east of the capital of the undead, which wasn't too far away.

However, the road in the jungle is not easy to walk. All kinds of weeds and thorns will hinder your progress, but you should arrive in the evening.

Now his strength will not be affected by the whispers of the lost elves. After all, this is on the edge of the lost forest, and the strength of the lost elves patriarch has not yet reached here.

The management of this area is nothing more than an elf priest.

Otherwise, with Merk's strength, even if he has ten heads, he would not dare to single out the lost elves in the entire forest.

Before I knew it, it was noon and the sun was very poisonous.

But after being covered by the woods, the remaining heat was also offset by the frost magic in Merk's body, and it disappeared.

"The four of you go to the neighborhood to be vigilant. I will take a rest after drinking saliva. I am exhausted after walking for half a day."

Upon hearing this, the skeleton warriors dispersed to make a warning.

In fact, they can't understand human words at all, but because they have a spiritual connection with Merck, they will respond immediately after Merck expresses his inner thoughts.

Looking at the stream in front of him, Merck, who was a little thirsty, couldn't bear the desire to drink water.

In fact, there are many fruits on the tree, and there is enough water in them, but he does not dare to eat them.

Toxins are fine, but hallucinogenic and hypnotic ones are the worst.

After all, players don't need to eat, even if they eat, it's just for appetite.

Although Merck is a hardcore player, he is not omniscient.

He belongs to the kind of person who doesn't like meat, fruit?Do not eat at all.

So this also led to him not knowing these messy fruits at all. It seems that he has time to catch up on this kind of knowledge, Merck secretly thought.

The stream is so shallow that it can only submerge Merck's feet.

It is also very clear, he can clearly see the small fish swimming in the water.

Merck made cups with his hands, scooped up some water, and gulped it down.

After drinking it, I felt unsatisfied, so I simply buried my face in the water, greedily sucking the source of life.

"shuang"

At this moment, Merck felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction. In fact, happiness is as simple as that.

Before he could wipe off the water stains on his face, Merck suddenly felt a little strange, and the skeleton warrior beside him roared at the same time.

He turned his head to look, only to see a giant bear with shit yellow fur was looking at him coldly, less than a hundred meters away from him.

"Fuck me, a low-level demonic beast, Violent Bear?"

(End of this chapter)