Undead Mentor Aspects

The sky is like ink, black clouds are pressing down on the city, and the blood-red ground exudes the smell of blood.Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the clouds reflected a strange blood-red color, which was the Huoshaoyun.

Red sky, red land, tens of thousands of soldiers are fighting on the vast land.Throw your head, sprinkle your blood, and forget your life.The leader of the enemy, a white armor and a white horse, slashed down suddenly with a long sword in his hand.

The sword's edge is in sight, and death is about to come!

"Ah, no!"

He suddenly woke up, panting heavily, greedily grabbing oxygen to relieve the fear in his heart.He patted his chest, then smiled: it was this dream again, it has never stopped since he woke up, every time he dreamed back at midnight, he would always come to his door.

After taking a sip of the water that had already been placed beside the pillow, the breeze blew by, causing a burst of cold on his body, and Fang felt that the cold sweat had already drenched his chest and back.The feeling of facing death every night is really unpleasant.

Look at the sky, it's still early, let's sleep for a while!God is sorry, I slept well in the second half of the night.He has long been used to dreaming back in the middle of the night.

Early the next morning, he walked out of the hotel and headed towards the predetermined location.

"Master Xiao, you got up so early!" Uncle Rogge, the blacksmith, greeted him with a smile.Rogge is a blacksmith in the town. With the skills he learned from the city when he was young, his family in the town can be regarded as well-to-do.Relying on the skills of the few senior warriors in the town, he has a high status in the town.

"Yeah, Uncle Rogge, young people come out for a walk when they are energetic!" He responded naturally. There are not many people in the town, and the folk customs are very simple.Since waking up, he has completely fallen in love with this quiet and warm town, and has the urge to never leave.

Walking to the tallest building in the town, Xiao Tianming's torn magician's robe allowed him to safely pass the guard's inspection.Even a shabby magician is far more noble than the noblest commoner, which is one of the few unspoken rules he has learned.

The architectural decoration is very noble and prosperous in the eyes of the town. Many people in mage robes walk back and forth like scholars or talk in low voices, and the atmosphere is quiet and harmonious.This is the Magic Association, a place where master magicians communicate.

He went straight to the inconspicuous and dilapidated bar next to him, carefully and cautiously took out four bottles of some cloudy light blue liquid from his pocket.The fragrance of Ningshen Flower came out from the not tightly sealed bottle cap.

"Oh, it's Xiao Xiao! See what good things you brought me again?" The old magician lying behind the table raised his head from a magic book thicker than his head, as if smelling Seeing the taste, I looked around excitedly.

He shyly pushed the bottle on his hand. This was not a magic reagent bottle commonly used by magicians, but an Allah wine bottle commonly used at home.The scent of Ningshen Flower is stronger, with a natural flavor unique to the mountains.

"Mr. Larry, help me see how much these things are worth?" He said timidly.In fact, he doesn't come here much.As a show of respect, he called the decayed and shriveled old man "Sir," when, in fact, they preferred to call him old Larry.

"Well, it's a primary magic recovery potion. The method is a bit rough, and the temperature is not good. The advantage is that it is done very carefully, and the raw materials are natural, not artificially cultivated inferior products. Alright, little guy, I will give you five What do you think of a silver coin?" Old Larry said with a very professional look at bargaining, and the young man who spoke directly couldn't lift his head.

Just when old Larry received the goods at a price that was far below the market price, some of the magicians who were chatting happily at the side became dissatisfied: "Old Larry, you are really black! You can earn twice as much from this ticket." gold!"

"That's right, young man, don't sell him anything, give it to me, I'll pay you seven silver coins!" Someone booed unwaveringly.It seems that there is still great interest in this Siping magic potion.After all, magic is life for a magician.Xiao Tianming kept counting something with his fingers.

"Haha, so you are a profiteer too!" A certain burly man with a sense of justice continued to run.The guy who took out the money and wanted to pick up a bargain walked away in despair.

"Ten silver coins, old buddy, I won't say anything about you, it's a silver coin and can't be more!" The old mage showed his improvisation ability beyond ordinary people.

It was only after counting with his fingers for a long time that he realized that ten silver coins are not a disadvantage.

"Okay!" Xiao Tianming nodded in agreement.Pay with one hand and deliver with one hand.All the results of his busy week turned into silver coins in his hands, enough silver coins for use.

"Young man, if you make something of good quality, come again!" The appraiser reluctantly bid farewell, in exchange for speeding up his pace.

Elementary mana recovery potions are not advanced potions. Basically anyone with a little knowledge of pharmacy knows that most people will do it.The question is, how to get the best results and sell a good price.

Its core material, Ningshenhua, is not difficult to collect, and the operation method is also ordinary juice extraction and blending. The effect of using it is an extremely useful ordinary magic practice method for junior magicians.He also thought of it by accident, and made a few of them, but he didn't expect it to be very popular in the town, so it became the main business.

The sky is like ink, black clouds are pressing down on the city, and the blood-red ground exudes the smell of blood.Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the clouds reflected a strange blood-red color, which was the Huoshaoyun.

Red sky, red land, tens of thousands of soldiers are fighting on the vast land.Throw your head, sprinkle your blood, and forget your life.The leader of the enemy, a white armor and a white horse, slashed down suddenly with a long sword in his hand.

The sword's edge is in sight, and death is about to come!

"Ah, no!"

He suddenly woke up, panting heavily, greedily grabbing oxygen to relieve the fear in his heart.He patted his chest, then smiled: it was this dream again, it has never stopped since he woke up, every time he dreamed back at midnight, he would always come to his door.

After taking a sip of the water that had already been placed beside the pillow, the breeze blew by, causing a burst of cold on his body, and Fang felt that the cold sweat had already drenched his chest and back.The feeling of facing death every night is really unpleasant.

Look at the sky, it's still early, let's sleep for a while!God is sorry, I slept well in the second half of the night.He has long been used to dreaming back in the middle of the night.

Early the next morning, he walked out of the hotel and headed towards the predetermined location.

"Master Xiao, you got up so early!" Uncle Rogge, the blacksmith, greeted him with a smile.Rogge is a blacksmith in the town. With the skills he learned from the city when he was young, his family in the town can be regarded as well-to-do.Relying on the skills of the few senior warriors in the town, he has a high status in the town.

"Yeah, Uncle Rogge, young people come out for a walk when they are energetic!" He responded naturally. There are not many people in the town, and the folk customs are very simple.Since waking up, he has completely fallen in love with this quiet and warm town, and has the urge to never leave.

Walking to the tallest building in the town, Xiao Tianming's torn magician's robe allowed him to safely pass the guard's inspection.Even a shabby magician is far more noble than the noblest commoner, which is one of the few unspoken rules he has learned.

The architectural decoration is very noble and prosperous in the eyes of the town. Many people in mage robes walk back and forth like scholars or talk in low voices, and the atmosphere is quiet and harmonious.This is the Magic Association, a place where master magicians communicate.

He went straight to the inconspicuous and dilapidated bar next to him, carefully and cautiously took out four bottles of some cloudy light blue liquid from his pocket.The fragrance of Ningshen Flower came out from the not tightly sealed bottle cap.

"Oh, it's Xiao Xiao! See what good things you brought me again?" The old magician lying behind the table raised his head from a magic book thicker than his head, as if smelling Seeing the taste, I looked around excitedly.

He shyly pushed the bottle on his hand. This was not a magic reagent bottle commonly used by magicians, but an Allah wine bottle commonly used at home.The scent of Ningshen Flower is stronger, with a natural flavor unique to the mountains.

"Mr. Larry, help me see how much these things are worth?" He said timidly.In fact, he doesn't come here much.As a show of respect, he called the decayed and shriveled old man "Sir," when, in fact, they preferred to call him old Larry.

"Well, it's a primary magic recovery potion. The method is a bit rough, and the temperature is not good. The advantage is that it is done very carefully, and the raw materials are natural, not artificially cultivated inferior products. Alright, little guy, I will give you five What do you think of a silver coin?" Old Larry said with a very professional look at bargaining, and the young man who spoke directly couldn't lift his head.

Just when old Larry received the goods at a price that was far below the market price, some of the magicians who were chatting happily at the side became dissatisfied: "Old Larry, you are really black! You can earn twice as much from this ticket." gold!"

"That's right, young man, don't sell him anything, give it to me, I'll pay you seven silver coins!" Someone booed unwaveringly.It seems that there is still great interest in this Siping magic potion.After all, magic is life for a magician.Xiao Tianming kept counting something with his fingers.

"Haha, so you are a profiteer too!" A certain burly man with a sense of justice continued to run.The guy who took out the money and wanted to pick up a bargain walked away in despair.

"Ten silver coins, old buddy, I won't say anything about you, it's a silver coin and can't be more!" The old mage showed his improvisation ability beyond ordinary people.

It was only after counting with his fingers for a long time that he realized that ten silver coins are not a disadvantage.

"Okay!" Xiao Tianming nodded in agreement.Pay with one hand and deliver with one hand.All the results of his busy week turned into silver coins in his hands, enough silver coins for use.

"Young man, if you make something of good quality, come again!" The appraiser reluctantly bid farewell, in exchange for speeding up his pace.

Elementary mana recovery potions are not advanced potions. Basically anyone with a little knowledge of pharmacy knows that most people will do it.The question is, how to get the best results and sell a good price.

Its core material, Ningshenhua, is not difficult to collect, and the operation method is also ordinary juice extraction and blending. The effect of using it is an extremely useful ordinary magic practice method for junior magicians.He also thought of it by accident, and made a few of them, but he didn't expect it to be very popular in the town, so it became the main business.