Heimarian Odyssey

They are also fat people. Unlike Nicholas Dodge's dog and horse, there is such a truth seeker in the wizarding world. No matter when and where, he has never forgotten his original intention of chasing magic.

Even in the level of magic and life, the other party is even better than Nicolas Cage.

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In the dark laboratory, a small fat man with a round body was walking and stopping in front of the test bench, and flexibly waving his magic wand, adding various magical gains to the test body in front of him.

"Strange, my TII-type corpse training synthetic beast is always so different from Master Lilith's synthetic beast of the same level."

"What's the problem?" The little fat man couldn't help but ponder while holding his chin.

The little fat man in front of him was Rogge, the sixth-level undead magician who was on a par with Bev, Sanethus and others in terms of talent and aptitude.

And as Bev, Sanethus and others have been promoted to masters successively, Rogge, who was once favored by Locke and others, has not moved.

Sometimes Locke also wonders why this kid has not been promoted to True Spirit.

Only the little fat Rogge himself did not seem to be in a hurry to break through the true spirit magician.

The high platform starts from the flat ground. Only when the foundation is more solid can the realm of achievement in the future be higher.

The little fat Rogge didn't think so far. The reason why he has not been engaged in preparing to attack the True Spirit Mage is only because of the experimental subjects he is currently facing. In his opinion, it is better than breaking through the existing spiritual power Thresholds are more important.

"Why exactly?" Roger couldn't help but put his index finger in his mouth.

They are all over 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 bite his nails, especially when thinking about problems.

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

It was also when Rogge was gradually gnawing on himself that an ice-blue bone finger suddenly appeared in front of him, causing Rogge to shudder.

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

Rogge was not annoyed that the other party interrupted his gnawing, but that he was annoyed that the other party interrupted his thinking.

Facing Rogge's questioning, the little skeleton pointed to his fingertips.

I saw traces of blood coming from Rogge's fingernails, and the little fat man was quite cruel to himself.

With Rogge's sixth-level peak life energy level, this "minor injury" is nothing at all. After glaring at this not-so-sensible little skeleton, Rogge changed his direction and continued to think about his own problems.

Just when he was about to put his finger in his mouth again, the one who moved ahead of him was the little skeleton just now.

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

Rogge didn't even have the mind to taste it, so he shivered from the cold.

This is the icy and biting double realm from spirit to soul. No wonder Rogge, the sixth-level peak magician, couldn't help but shudder.

Angrily, he glanced at the skeleton in front of him again. Rogge didn't make any stupid moves this time, but kept his mouth shut.

The skeleton in front of him has a rather mysterious origin.

It is a prehistoric skeleton that was accidentally awakened by Rogge from an underground tomb when Rogge followed Lilith in the silent sea star field.

Lilith had also seen the skeleton and rated it "good".

As for the real details of this little skeleton, Lilith didn't say it, and Rogge didn't understand it himself.

All in all, this little gadget with only a second external life energy level has the frost and frost that affects Rogge, which is enough to prove that the other party is extraordinary.

What made Rogge even more concerned was that this little thing seemed to have a lot of intelligence.

Based on the idea of ​​being able to study each other's secrets in his spare time, this little skeleton became a special existence in Rogge's laboratory.

The other party is sometimes Rogge's experimental body, and sometimes Rogge's assistant.

Even the coercion of the fourth- and fifth-level undead lords could not scare the little skeleton. Rogge felt that the other party must contain some shocking secret.

This is Rogge's intuition as a gifted spellcaster.

But now he wants to dismantle the other's skeleton, it's really... too cold!

The difficulties encountered during the experiment made Roger's mentality gradually a little irritable.

He considered whether it was time for him to 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 his acceptance of Roger as a disciple.

Those who pointed out Rogge before were just compensation for Rogge's role as Lilith's experimental assistant.

The spellcasters in the wizarding world generally adhere to the principle of equal exchange, and Lilith doesn't like to owe others any favors.

Although Lilith never expressed that he accepted Rogge as a disciple, Rogge has subconsciously regarded Lilith as a role like a guide.

Especially in the field of corpse training to synthesize beasts, Lilith has achieved a height that is enough for the little fat man Rogge to worship him.

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

There will be no results if you die to the point of death. For a genius magician like Rogge, time is the truth.

"Next... Explore the fusion threshold between the power of death and the power of dark elements, um, I hope everything goes well this time." Rogge sighed deeply.

The small bone skeleton beside him, at the right moment, handed over a dark potion that can replenish mental strength and physical vitality.

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

The boring and fulfilling research started again as Rogge drank all the medicine in his hand in one gulp.

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

On this day, he did not gain any profound truth, nor did he solve the corresponding magic topic.

But he still feels fulfilled and full of energy for the future!

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

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

Rogge doesn't know where the end of the truth is, and Douglas doesn't even know it. Even Locke, a ninth-level 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 between the power of death and the dark element begins now!"

"My goal this time is to at least advance the research progress to 58% on the basis of the original!" Rogge confidently shouted out his minimum goal, but as for whether it can be achieved, no one knows.

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

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

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