This Lich Needs More Money

Amberxiu did not take away the mercury zombies like Battle, but only treated their injuries and let them hide here at any time.

This natural mercury river is the most suitable environment for them to grow. As long as they sink to the bottom of the river, ordinary demons can't do anything to them.

Amberxiu's original idea was to let Battle stay here to observe the demon's movements. When necessary, he could use the magic mirror to manipulate this space channel at any time.

But Barter had different ideas.

As a loyal believer of Ambrose, he consciously regarded Ambrose's wishes as the goal of his efforts.

Although Battle didn't know what Amberxiu's real plan was, he knew that what Amberxiu wanted to deal with was the demons, the vast and endless number of demons.

Battle suspended on the surface of the mercury river, transformed his arms, pointed at the broken space in the distance and said: "Our enemy is over there! The Bone God wants to kill these demons, but we are too weak. Even if we join forces, we still need to It’s very difficult to kill one of them.”

Previously, those winged wild boar demons could only be killed with the help of Amber Xiu's illusion. Without the help of illusion, these demons would only take a while to tear them all apart.

The mercury zombie's magic resistance is very high, and it is also immune to some physical attacks, but it will be difficult to survive if it is exploded by an irresistible force.

For the first time since his birth, Battle intuitively felt his own weakness, and the other mercury zombies were also depressed. For the first time since the birth of the Kingdom of God, they truly felt the gap in power.

"The enemy is right there!" Battelle emphasized again.

The other mercury zombies could only say helplessly: "But we can't win, there are too many of them!"

Battle said: "Our number can also be large. This is a mercury river, and we will not lack food. My compatriots, are you willing to give everything for the Bone God?"

"willing!"

Different voices, simultaneous responses, all quicksilver zombies are willing to give everything they have for their creator.

Battle transformed into a human form, raised his right hand high, and said loudly: "For the Bone God! For our Creator, destroy these demons!"

The mercury zombies boiled up one by one, transformed into various forms of life, and shouted loudly!

Immediately after the excited declaration, a mercury zombie said: "Battle, we can divide and reproduce twice. As long as we are given time, our numbers can fill this space!"

Barter shook his head and said: "It's not that simple. Although our descendants grow very fast, what can we do with our bodies alone? Those demons who can only drool have swords and armors, why do we only have our own bodies?" My compatriots, we have received grace in the Kingdom of God, and we have countless alchemical knowledge in our inherited memories. Can we only use minions to fight like wild beasts? "

The other mercury zombies were lost in thought.

Bart's body suddenly rose up, a long sword transformed into his left hand, and a mercury wand transformed into his right hand.

"The gods tell us that the world limits our power, trapping the powerful evil Silver Gradient ancestors in the Kingdom of God. But the laws of the world only ban the transmission of power, but do not restrict the development of wisdom. We have inherited it since birth With all the wisdom and knowledge of our ancestors, can’t we use this wisdom to do more for the Bone God?”

Barter held the mercury wand high and began to recite a difficult incantation. A ball of flame condensed on the wand, and the fist-sized flame flew more than ten meters, creating a small charred pit on the shore.

Rocketry is not even a spell, it can only be regarded as a kind of trick.

Battle has not practiced magic systematically, and this trick is one of the few magics he has mastered.

"Magic, alchemy, this is the power of wisdom. Since we have been given wisdom, we cannot waste it. Compatriots, pray to our gods and ask him to grant more knowledge so that we can conquer this world!"

As Battle shouted, the mercury zombies all began to shout: "For the Bone God!"

It's a pity that Amber Xiu is still a mortal, and these beliefs can only be integrated into his golden throne and become part of the golden mountain that has long been incalculable.

The amount of gold transformed by faith is so small that it is difficult for Amber Xiu to detect it.

But the evil silver gradient in the Kingdom of God is very obvious, because strictly speaking, the evil silver gradient is the real mercury zombie racial god, but starting from him, the objects of belief of all mercury zombies have become distorted. Ambrose.

Feeling the emotion transmitted by Battle, the hill-like evil silver gradient spit out a few mouthfuls of bubbles.

"Knowledge? Magic? Alchemy?"

Evil Yinjian's huge body shook, and then he realized that he didn't understand this at all.

As the first mercury zombie, his IQ is still lower than that of a normal human being, and at most he can be considered a child in his early ten years. The strength of the body cannot bring about a qualitative change in wisdom, and Battle's request is an impossible task for him.

The evil silver layer originally didn't want to pay attention to Battle's great grandson's request, but Battle said it was for the "Bone God".

"Ah, for the Bone God."

Evil Silver gradually squirmed helplessly and came to the huge magic mirror.

Thoughts communicated with Bartel who was far away in the Abyss Plane, and the Evil Silver Gradient responded in a deep voice: "Ask, I will get the answer from the magic mirror, and then pass all the knowledge to every member of the tribe."

The Kingdom of the God of Alchemy owns the body of the magic mirror, and the body naturally has all the rights of the magic mirror, including many taboo knowledge that only the God of Alchemy knows.

Bartel's understanding of magic is still very superficial, and he can easily get the answer from the magic mirror.

Then, these basic knowledge will flow out of the soul of the Evil Silver Gradient and share with all the mercury spirit figurines.

According to the qualifications of each mercury spirit figurine, their learning and understanding speeds are different, but compared with the learning methods of other races, this is undoubtedly cheating.

In just half a day, the magic level of the entire mercury spirit figurine race has been directly raised to a higher level.

Individuals like Bartel who are naturally intelligent have mastered more than five kinds of magic in a short time. Although they are all inferior tricks, this speed is much faster than human mages copying scrolls, and there are no sequelae.

Amber Xiu had just returned and was discussing with Parulil how to dig up the entire Blood River Battlefield, but he sensed the changes in the Evil Silver Gradient.

"Why does this lazy guy suddenly love to study?"

However, Amber Xiu just sighed, learning is not a bad thing, maybe in a few years, the Evil Silver Gradient will be able to help the God of Alchemy.

The God of Alchemy was even more excited. He didn't expect that the lazy guy and the fool would study seriously one day, so he wanted to turn on the time acceleration effect for the Evil Silver Gradient, and give him a few wisdom spells from time to time.

However, the master and apprentice didn't take it too seriously, just because they had too many things to do.

Amber Xiu was busy studying the Blood River Battlefield and had to be on guard against Xirik's troubles at all times, while the God of Alchemy directly took over the operation of the Magic Mirror on the Alchemy Association.

The spell "Magic Mirror, Magic Mirror Tell Me" is now known to everyone. Apprentices have transformed into formal alchemists, and junior alchemists have passed the exam and been promoted to intermediate level.

However, this also made the Alchemy Association anxious.

There are more talents, but not enough positions.

Intermediate alchemists should have received a considerable monthly subsidy, discounts on various magic materials, and discounts on independent alchemy laboratories, etc. But there were too many people who passed the exams, and the Alchemy Association could not afford these promised benefits at once.

Although Gustavo Flynn tried hard to suppress the voices of dissatisfaction and immediately suspended the alchemist qualification exam, he knew that this was only a stopgap measure.

Every alchemist would not be satisfied with the status quo, and they would frantically acquire knowledge and climb to a higher position. The size of the Alchemy Association is not enough to satisfy so many alchemists, and the association will be destroyed sooner or later.

But Gustavo Flynn really couldn't find any solution.

There are only so many resources in reality, unlike knowledge, which can be copied one by one. The Dwarf Kingdom is so big, and the Alchemy Association controls so many factories. Even if some of the unworthy relatives are removed, the extra positions still cannot satisfy so many people.

Gustavo Flynn rubbed his temples. This was too difficult to deal with.

Gustavo Flynn couldn't help but curse: "Don't they really care that their souls will be taken away by the devil? This group of lunatics!"

It's not without cost to find a magic mirror to exchange knowledge. According to the devil, knowledge must be exchanged for knowledge. If you want the answer to alchemy knowledge, you need to exchange it with knowledge of the same level. Whether the deal can be made depends on the devil's face.

Once you can't pay the corresponding knowledge, your soul will be taken away by the devil, but such a dangerous transaction is still sought after by countless alchemists.

Perhaps for them, being an apprentice for a lifetime is no different from going to hell.

It's just the details of the temperature of the flame, the direction of stirring, and even just a few seconds of difference in mixing. These knowledge that can be understood in one sentence are blocked by those high-ranking alchemists.

Who wants to live a life of being exploited like a slave by the mentor every day, and digging out the eyes for peeking at the alchemy notes?

Who doesn't have a dream of becoming an alchemist, and who doesn't want to become a superior person through learning.

Many apprentices and junior alchemists chose to fight under such circumstances.

Although many people failed and paid a painful price, there were still many people who made it and became formal alchemists.

The entry-level knowledge of alchemy was not difficult. The only two things that ordinary people lacked to become formal alchemists were the channels for learning and the extremely costly trial and error.

The "unique secret recipes" that the older generation spent countless gold coins to summarize would rather be taken into the coffin than taught to their students casually.

But if these so-called secret recipes were made public, many alchemists would find that this thing had actually been discovered by others a long time ago.

The blockade of knowledge was the way the Alchemy Association used to control these alchemists, but now this blockade has been torn apart by the devil, and the circulation of basic knowledge that could not be prohibited has led to a rapid improvement in the bottom level.

Gustavo Flynn thought about whether to raise the judging level of alchemists, turning intermediate alchemists into junior alchemists, and junior alchemists into apprentices. Anyway, the difficulty of the exam would be increased. For him, it would not be a problem to produce a more difficult paper.

But this idea was opposed by all members of the Alchemy Association as soon as it was proposed.

Not every alchemist is a legend, even a senior alchemist. Who doesn’t have relatives or friends in this industry? Such a downgrade would cut off most of the benefits they originally had.

None of them agreed. How could those alchemists who had just passed the exam agree?

If this system continues to be implemented, the Alchemy Association will definitely collapse quickly.

But procrastinating is not the answer now. Gustavo Flynn must solve this problem as soon as possible. This is not only a problem for the Alchemy Association, but will also affect his cooperation with the Goblin Bank.

A long time ago, when the New Alchemy Association was established, Gustavo Flynn encountered a serious economic crisis and had to borrow money from those crazy goblins. However, he did not pay interest, but was forced to participate in the crazy goblins. Planned.

Now, Gustavo Flynn has been warned many times that if the Alchemy Association cannot solve this problem quickly, in order not to affect this secret plan, they will fully acquire the entire Alchemy Association and kick Gustavo Flynn out. To the position of wage earner.

While he was worrying about what to do, the magic mirror on the table automatically lit up without any operation, and the God of Alchemy appeared on the mirror.

Gustavo Flynn has never seen the true face of the God of Alchemy. The last time he met, it was just a fictional incarnation of the god, which was very different from what he looks like now.

But the moment he saw the God of Alchemy, Gustavo Flynn knew who he was. He looked at the man in the mirror in shock, and after a long time he said respectfully: "The wise and great god. , did you appear to tell me worse news?"

The God of Alchemy sighed and said: "Flynn, stop it. Alchemists should focus on academics. Fighting for power will not do you any good."

Gustavo Flynn smiled bitterly and said: "It turns out that all this was your operation. I thought it was that damn lich."

Although the news of Amber's recovery is still concealed, it is no longer a secret to many big shots. There is such a big news in hell, it is impossible for no one in this plane to know.

The God of Alchemy shook his head and said: "Your heart is full of jealousy, and this emotion affects your thinking ability. You could have had other choices, but you still made the most greedy and wrong decision."

If Gustavo Flynn hadn't coveted Amberxiu's property and followed the example of the elves, Amberxiu wouldn't have plotted against the Alchemy Association, and Gustavo Flynn wouldn't be where he is today.

However, these words seemed to anger the legendary alchemist. Gustavo Flynn said angrily: "You don't even hide your preference! You are the god of alchemy. You should protect us alchemists." , why choose this lich?”

The God of Alchemy did not answer this question, but slowly talked about the past.

"Flynn, you first came into contact with alchemy when you were ten years old. Out of curiosity, you merged two potions and created an explosion, which blew up and injured your right hand. But instead of being afraid, you wrote a diary about it. Do you remember what you wrote then?"

Gustavo Flynn was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect the God of Alchemy to talk about this. How did He know about this? He had almost forgotten about it.

"I don't remember anymore." Gustavo Flynn said through gritted teeth.

"Write it in your diary. When you become an alchemist, you will definitely write this accident in your book so that other alchemists will know that doing so will cause an explosion. I started paying attention to you from that day on."

Has He been watching me?

Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!

"Flynn, you were once like those apprentices, eager to know everything and eager to share everything with others. I watched you grow and see you go astray. You were once willing to share your discoveries with others. , and by the end, you became a strong supporter of blocking knowledge.”

Gustavo Flynn said angrily: "This is the current situation of alchemy. We need funds, we need materials. How can we accumulate these things without monopolizing knowledge? One of our experiments requires thousands of gold coins." Wrong, if you disclose the formula casually, others can copy it with just a few silver coins, and I would have starved to death long ago.”

The God of Alchemy shook his head and said: "I'm not discussing right or wrong with you, I'm just telling you a reality, just like water flowing downwards, just like the stable nature of gold, just like the youth potion cannot be separated from the elves. Magic stuff. It's not right or wrong, it's fact.

"And the fact is that truth is a bird that cannot be caged. One day it will break free from its cage and fly in front of everyone. You have been blocking the knowledge of alchemy, but you have never prepared for this day. You said that I Partiality, but let me tell you, I have never given him any blessing in alchemy. On the contrary, every one of you legendary alchemists has been promoted with my help, I just didn’t tell you.”