The Bald Monk in the City

"Grumbling..."

A huge iron pan was steaming and steaming, while Isabella and others were watching curiously.

This iron pot is provided by Isabella. It is enchanted with multiple magic techniques. It has strong acid resistance, flame resistance and impact resistance. It is a special tool for concocting magical ingredients.

It is said that some directional processing magic kitchen utensils also have seals and weakened inscriptions, which are very luxurious magic items.

Because for some magical ingredients, their extraordinary activity and dangerous power still pose a certain threat to chefs who are not strong enough.

Of course, Yi Qiu doesn't need to pay attention to these, as a dragon cook who can transform monsters into ingredients.

The living monsters were all hammered to death, and the remaining flesh and blood were naturally not threatening to him.

"I have seen orcs from Draenor-they are a follower who came to the Tower of the White Lizard as a guest wizard."

"Some are similar to the orc soldiers we encountered in the battle, but stronger and more disciplined..."

"They should belong to the elite soldiers of their tribe, but I don't know how they were recruited by that wizard."

Bequez looked at Yi Qiu, who was constantly throwing dragon meat into the cauldron. The obvious tear marks on the meat pieces made him raise his eyebrows—he understood the meaning of these marks.

"Oh, yes, I remember that you seem to be recruiting followers. Are you interested in orcs?"

Isabella flipped through her memory with her mind. For her, memory is like a collection of images that can be retrieved at will.

But memories that are too long will lose color, even voice, with some factors that she cannot understand temporarily.

"Their brains have nothing of value..."

"But as a soldier, it's really good."

Isabella previously extracted the remaining consciousness of the dead orc warriors, but did not harvest enough useful materials.

After all, those orc warriors were once again condensed by the power of time and space from the soul remnants of dead soldiers. After removing the power of time and space, they are not essentially different from the ignorant wandering soul.

"No, it is well known that the Tower of the White Lizard is an academic organization. Except for the Archmage of the Four-member Council of the White Lizard who has some followers, other wizards hire or make golems to serve as guardians of their spell rooms."

"But academic wizards also need to take risks, so here I come-teammates are always more trustworthy than followers, don't they?"

Bequez opened his hands and said.

He is not a political mage, but the ambition of the archmage robe that the Arcane Association puts (requires a mage level of 2o or has 8 or more outstanding spell research results) is what every academic mage should desire.

This is a supreme honor, but also a recognition of one's own magic path.

He is wondering if he wants to apply for magic books like "Beast Series Enhanced Buf Complete Renovation Edition.f" and "Extreme-Silent Domain" like a tutor. After all, he is now majoring in the Tower of White Lizard Mainstream research spells: in-depth exploration of enchantment spells.

The friendship of battle certainly has its own unique weight, but for this more rational white lizard tower mage, he believes that giving himself a higher value is an important lubricant that can maintain friendship.

He can become a 15th-level mage in an academic organization as an apprentice with a relatively ordinary background.

Not only because of his intelligence, but his willingness to use part of his intelligence for things other than magic research.

For a moment, Bequez was in a daze.

The memories of the past could not help but appear before him. He still remembered the immature boy holding the apprenticeship application form.

In a flash, it was dozens of years. During this period, there were ignorant loves, stunned hearts, perhaps regrets, and the urge to give up, being suppressed, excluded, ridiculed, angry, and cursed...

But in the end everything was immersed in the magical books like a deep sea, everything was submerged under this calm face with a silvery sideburn already emerging.

He knew that he was destined to be unable to become a great arcanist, but he still yearned that he could have some small achievements in this area.

It's just small, it's enough...

"Are you cooked?"

At this moment, Isabella's crisp voice awakened him from the memory.

Bequez stepped forward and looked at it, there was still red dragon meat in the pot, and he smiled dumbly:

"Half-rare, it's still early, let's cook again..."

It’s too early, I can cook for another 50 or 60 years...

Bequez murmured.

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Following a faint golden light that heralded the end, a line of reminders began to refresh on Yi Qiu's retina:

"Based on your Dragon Cooker level, you get food: Temperature of Destiny-Dragon Meat Chowder."

Temperature of Destiny-Dragon Meat Chowder Soup:

Property changes:

1. The amount of recovery increased from a large amount to a huge amount, but the digestion time increased to 3o minutes

2. The burning damage of the stomach sac is increased to 1-5 points of fire penetration damage (based on the character's related spell resistance, each time the fire damage calculation is performed, the character has a certain probability to be directly immune to such damage), and additional recovery The gain is increased to ~www.readwn.com~ This kind of gain special effect cannot be superimposed with the same type, and the highest value is the actual effect when other spell gains are obtained.

3. The deliciousness of the food has been greatly improved.

4. New special effects:

The temperature of destiny: 10 seconds after eating the food, the eater needs to make a Will check. If the check fails, the most profound fire spell effect in the character’s memory will be fed back to a soul-derived spell with the full effect of the spell (the highest relevant Fire spells are 5 levels).

ps: The damage type of this derivative spell is penetrating psychic energy, which is not fatal, but if it is not treated in time, the character may die from the continuous negative effects of the subsequent spells of the derivative spell.

ps: If the eater has no memory of such spells, he will randomly touch one in the spells (fireball, flame ray, flame orb, purgatory fire).

Looking at Yi Qiu's food information in the chat channel, the expressions of several teammates onlookers were somewhat subtle.

"Want a bite?"

Yi Qiu carried a big pot of red-looking dragon meat chowder soup, looked at everyone and said.

The dragon meat chowder soup did not show too terrifying temperature, except for the temperature overflowing from the iron pot itself, the whole soup did not leak a trace of heat.

It may be the cause of the Hellhound's milk, there is still a smell of milk and a strange burnt smell after burning something in the air.

"No, no, I just finished eating and need to be trimmed."

Several people waved their hands and said they were full and their appetite dropped to freezing point.

Yi Qiu touched his bald head, and when the **** female soldier secretly placed the healing potions in the item backpack on the first grid, he tried to scoop a large spoonful of dragon meat chowder soup with the steel round spoon used as a stirrer, and then drank it. Go down...

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