Artificer Adventure Guide

Since its birth, the profession of the Artificer has never stopped evolving.

After all, their spellcasting ability is limited. In order to pursue stronger power, it is natural to want to make breakthroughs in other aspects.

Among them, the view that "flesh and blood are weak" has always existed.

The theoretical basis of this view is the special ability of the arcane power armor and the armorer.

In the war years, there were artificers who trained armorer apprentices and then tried to transform them into mechanical bodies similar to war forged.

But there is no doubt that no one has succeeded so far.

The artificers who had this idea once declined, but in the late stage of the Last War, war forged were born.

War forged will not be affected by the aging curse. In theory, as long as they are not killed, they can live forever.

This is much better than the mages transforming themselves into liches.

So after the signing of the Throne Castle Agreement, the artificers who tried to ascend mechanically have never stopped exploring this path.

As one of the developers of war forged, Mooreban attaches particular importance to this "possibility".

However, his bottom line is relatively high, and he has always been in the theoretical research stage.

If he hadn't met Mitress, the holder of the Death Dragon Mark this time, he would not have thought of doing human experiments.

"The reason why the war terracotta warriors were born back then was that the power of the Death Dragon Mark was indispensable. Although I don't have the help of the people who created the Dragon Mark family now, my skills are no longer what they used to be!

There is no reason why I can't do what they can do!"

Looking at Mitress floating in the nutrient solution, Mooreben stroked his beard and thought about the subsequent transformation work.

Talking and joking, he dared not joke with the life of a holder of the Death Dragon Mark.

Now there is probably only one living Death Dragon Mark in the whole of Eberron. If he kills it by his research, he himself doesn't want to live.

Taking out a helmet with a constant effect of the Detect Thought Spell, Mooreben put it on his head and talked to Mitress.

In fact, what he wanted to ask was not an important matter, mainly to ask if the other party had any discomfort.

The ability of the Death Dragon Mark is more like a variant of "Reincarnation", but the side effects are a bit bigger.

Morban thought that the former Death Dragon Mark Family should know how to repair the bodies of family members, but unfortunately, he did not have such technology.

"Are you feeling better today?"

Using the helmet to transmit his thoughts, Morban waited for a long time before receiving a reply from Mitress.

He nodded, and then turned the life support capsule to make it flat.

As the glass cover was opened, part of the nutrient solution was left out. Morban picked up some parts and installed them on Mitress's skeleton, internal organs, and brain.

This is a device that can help detect her life signs at any time.

After that, he began to make deeper changes to Mitress.

From busy day to night, a robot that was not much different from an ordinary war forged was born under Morban's hands.

However, after he transmitted the action command to Mitress, the mechanical body only moved twice and then turned off.

"Sure enough, the human brain and the artificial life servant are different after all."

With a sigh, Mooreband waved his hand, removed the external armor on Midrice's body, leaving only the transmission system connected to the skeleton, and then put Midrice back.

The experiment he conducted on Midrice today was somewhat similar to the method used by Carl to make V, except that Carl used the core of the artificial life servant to drive the Iron Guard, while Mooreband planned to use Midrice's brain to do the same thing.

In professional terms, this is called "wetware", which refers to other "pieces" other than software and hardware, that is, the human brain, and usually refers to the equipment connected to the human brain and the machine.

People who have played Warhammer 40K may not be unfamiliar with this kind of thing, but most people should not have heard of it.

Disappointedly leaving the laboratory, Mooreband disappeared in the corridor.

However, after Mooreband left, Midrice, who was floating in the nutrient solution, raised her hand to adjust her skull.

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Compared to the distress of his master, Carl was quite proud.

The voodoo workshop has complete facilities and materials. Although there is not much customer traffic, there is no trouble for Carl after he took office.

After reading books in the store for a long time, Carl took the time to modify several weapons according to customer requirements, and then he was free.

But when it was almost dark, a customer, a war forged, suddenly came to the store.

"Boss, I have a bit of urgent work here. My arm blade is broken. Can you fix it for me as soon as possible?"

The arm blade is a bit similar to the mantis knife in Cyberpunk. This is a weapon that only war forged can use. It is usually stored in their arms and popped out during combat.

It is convenient and fast, and is a good helper for war forged to fight.

But as a magic weapon, its depreciation rate is too high.

Magic weapons can repair some minor damage, but if they are directly broken by someone, it will not work.

"Come, let me see what's going on. Well~, it's not just the arm blade that has problems, your arm is also broken!"

Just a glance, Carl saw the other party's problem.

Pointing to a wound on the other person's arm, Carl patiently explained the problem to him.

"Look here, your joints are completely damaged, and so is the storage here. Even if I repair your arm blade and reinstall it, your arm blade cannot be fixed."

Hearing this, the war terracotta did not panic at first, but took a half step back vigilantly, and then looked at his arm.

When they go out, these adventurers are still very cautious, and it is impossible for them to believe everything the store owner says.

However, the war terracotta moved his arm as Carl said, and found that his transmission rod and bearing seemed to have problems.

Looking up nervously, the poorly equipped war terracotta asked awkwardly: "Manager, how much does it cost for a full repair."

Stretching out four fingers, Carl was about to quote a "high price" of 4 gold coins, but he suddenly remembered what his master said before he took office.

After a moment of silence, Carl said, "40 silver coins, but you can't leave Akanix City recently. I need you to test the effect of the prosthesis for me. I will repair your arm today and replace your arm blade tomorrow."

The body structure of the war forged is simple, but it is just a mixture of some mechanical structures, some artificial fibers and alchemical solutions to form an individual.

But it is just such a pile of things that gave birth to soul and wisdom.

This is no less outrageous than the idiom "painting the dragon's eye" for the mechanic.

You know, even the constructs are not really souls and wisdom.

At least they are not recognized as "intelligent life".

But the war forged, which is much rougher than them, is an exception.

The war forged, who was already short of money, was quite stunned. Hearing such a cheap price, he immediately nodded and agreed.

"What kind of battle did you fight to get like this?"

After removing the other party's arm, Carl chatted with the other party like a barber or a driver.

V helped to deal with the sundries, and the four arms worked harmoniously together, making rapid progress.

"I'm a bounty hunter, and these wounds were caused by fighting with those criminals."

"Criminals? Near Akanix?"

Carl was a little surprised after taking a look at the other party's injuries.

"Well! The Guardian Dragon Mark Family attacked the Black Abyss, and some of the criminals inside escaped. We bounty hunters have been very busy recently. The mountains and fields near Akanix City are now full of those desperate criminals."

Speaking of this, Carl immediately knew the reason.

As the evidence of the collusion between the Emerald Claw and the Blood of Wall was exposed, the Dragon Mark Family and various kingdoms became suspicious of the various "evil forces" around them.

Originally, these guys just looked disgusting, but there was no benefit in eliminating them.

But with the previous experience of the Storm Dragon Mark Family, everyone suddenly became concerned about the suffering of the people.

Not only did they offer generous rewards to those criminals, but they also vigorously cracked down on non-governmental armed organizations in various places.

No one wants to be beaten up by a group of guys who were originally thought to be jumping clowns on their territory one day.

Soon, the arm of the warforged was repaired. Carl took the money from the other party and asked him to come back tomorrow to install the arm blade.

Then, Carl closed the workshop and began to design the mantis knife in his dream.

The next morning, Carl reopened the door and made two mantis knives according to the structure he designed in the dream world.

However, after waiting for a long time, the warforged had not come yet.

"Did he run away? No way, he has paid the money!"

Putting the two prosthetic limbs back on the counter, Carl didn't take it seriously and continued to read his book.

He didn't care about the small business of a few gold coins.

Maybe yesterday's business was done well, and the reputation of the voodoo workshop spread a little, and there were a lot more customers this morning.

However, most of them just came to repair and adjust their equipment, and only a few really came to buy magic props or strange objects.

Ordinary-level strange objects have been popular in Khorvaire, but for ordinary people, they are also considered "big items" and it is impossible to buy them whenever they want.

However, among these businesses, Carl did meet a guy who was a little bit special.

It was a halfling wanderer, and when he entered the house, he was alert as if he was going to steal something.

If Carl hadn't been sure that there were only some basic materials in the house, he would have thought that the other party came to steal some treasures.

"Hey! Little brother, are you selling things?"

Looking around the interior of the workshop with his eyes, the halfling wanderer seemed to be judging whether Carl had enough money to buy his goods.

"Selling, what do you want to sell? Let me make it clear first, I don't sell stolen goods."

Carl started with the standard lines of the pawn shop, raised his head and looked at the halfling opposite the counter.

The other party probably didn't expect Carl to stand up so tall, and was stunned for two seconds.