Wizard Alchemist

Chapter 564 The cabin in the woods
"who are you?"

Soon after, Roy brought the indigenous wizard to the other hill for interrogation.

The indigenous wizard closed his blind eyes, covered his injured stomach, and gestured incoherently: "My name is Sanmobi, a wizard from the Terra tribe. I came here to hunt for heads..."

While speaking, he displayed some magical weapons.

It turned out to be a small, shrunken head that had been specially treated.

Roy tried to use the Eye of Hermes to take a look.

"Voodoo Master (Level Zero)...

It is made from human head skin and refined using special techniques.

They usually hunted down the young men of the enemy tribe, cut off their heads, removed their skulls, and then used secret methods to prepare them, dried them, and filled them with ashes...

It can store spirituality and endow intelligent bodies..."

"So it's a soul-hosting method similar to that of an intelligent being!"

Roy suddenly understood.

This secret technique has a wide range of uses, for example, granting language functions, curses, and poison spells.

Used for sending messages, attacking enemies, and self-defense...it is truly a rare and original treasure.

As for practicality...

There is a joke that goes like this.

In a scenic spot, primitive people performed the method of drilling wood to make fire.

As a result, probably because it had rained and the air was humid, I couldn't start a fire no matter how hard I tried.

In a rage, he took out the lighter given to him by a tourist and set it on fire.

However, this does not mean that primitive witchcraft is useless. Instead, it contains the most fundamental secrets of the origin of witchcraft.

If we take into account the factors of adapting materials to local conditions, it is also very worth studying.

But what Roy couldn't understand was, wouldn't it be better to keep so many young and strong laborers to hunt for himself, or to collect medicinal herbs?
He thought about it and asked the other party.

"Kill all who resist!"

The indigenous wizard Sammobi covered his injured stomach and said weakly.

It seems that it is a traditional custom.

Roy mused.

……

Soon after, Roy took Sanmobi through the humid jungle and came to a small valley several thousand meters away near the Terra tribe.

This place is located in the tropical rainforest, and the smell of soil and rotten leaves is everywhere.

Looking around, the treetops blocked out the sun, and the surrounding area was full of vines and bushes.

In the valley stood a simple wooden house with a roof covered with palm leaves.

In front of the door were sharp wooden pillars, some of which were empty, and some of which were pierced with animal or human corpses, dried in the sun and turned into mummies.

“How barbaric!”

Nisha couldn't stand this scene and couldn't help but spit.

"Fortunately, the nun didn't come with us, otherwise I would have been miserable for several days."

Roy didn't feel anything and just sighed.

As a result, the Eye of Hermes swept over and a white aura emerged.

"Grimtotem (Level Zero)...

A totem ornament crafted using traditional methods, providing a level zero "Fear Aura", intimidation +3, and stunning creatures.

Multiple totems placed in the same area will have a certain percentage of overlapping effects."

It is another barbaric and backward technology.

But sometimes, being barbaric and backward does not mean being unusable.

This kind of thing, in this scene deep in the dense forest, has the characteristics of being convenient and practical because it uses local materials.

Just stick it into the ground and it can effectively drive away wild beasts and deter foreign enemies.

If we can build a Jingguan like the army, we can also show a superimposed effect.

As a wizard, Roy was very interested in this kind of thing and asked briefly.

"What is Jingguan?" Sangmobi asked in confusion.

After learning from Roy that it was a massive creation made up of thousands of human skulls, he was so shocked that his mouth opened and he trembled.

"You...you mean to say that you killed hundreds of thousands of people in one go, and piled their heads into piles?"

Even a brutal native like him was stunned.

I've never seen so many people!

In the indigenous language, a number above a thousand is considered an astronomical number, almost like the number of trees in the forest, which means it is endless.

He really couldn't imagine what that scene would be like.

Roy turned and looked at the wooden house.

"This is the cabin in the woods!"

In the world of dark wizards, successful wizards will leave their tribes and live in seclusion.

They did not know the existence of witchcraft energy radiation, but they knew from experience that living together would bring disasters and illnesses to ordinary people.

Living alone is a must.

Roy looked around, threw Sammobi aside, and ordered: "Heal yourself."

Sang Mo, as if he had been pardoned, hurried into the hut, holding his stomach, took out the ointment, applied it to the wound, and started to treat himself.

His vitality was tenacious and he survived even after being scratched by the fog demon. However, his eyes were relatively fragile and he was blind for a short period of time.

I can only grope with my mental power, which temporarily replaces the function of my eyes.

Roy ignored him and walked around to check the environment.

Almost all the wizards here are kings of the land.

The tribes from which one came and the tribes conquered by force were all sources of tribute.

Due to backward technology and low production capacity, we have to rely entirely on ourselves, and many material things cannot be guaranteed.

So he also needs his people to provide a variety of prey and materials.

The tribe would regularly offer food and various materials to support the wizard, and the wizard was responsible for clearing the ferocious beasts in the territory and ensuring the safety of the hunters.

Passing travelers can visit these forest huts and communicate through offerings or equal transactions.

According to the rules, as a guest, I should pay a visit.

But now, he directly captured Sanmobi and brought him back here.

Then, there is no hope for equal communication.

Roy casually picked up some herbs drying in front of the door, and then stepped into the other party's hut seemingly casually but with extreme caution.

The position where he was standing was exactly the position where his mental power had just locked onto the opponent.

He took a few quick glances inside.

As a result, some objects with green or even blue light flashed by.

"Such a small apprentice-level figure actually has level one or even level two items hidden in his house!"

But that's how primitive tribes are.

Relying on mountains to eat mountains, relying on water to draft water.

This was found entirely by luck.

Roy took a quick look and found that they were several pieces of natural meteorite iron and unknown monster crystal cores.

It’s a pity that Mozambique wasted the natural resource and made it in a haphazard manner, carving complex totem patterns on it.

He polished the meteorite iron into a sharp spear head, and made the monster crystal core into decorations, inlaying them on the bone cap made of animal skulls.

Just then, Roy saw a frog skewered on a bamboo stick, its death in a very miserable state.

"father!"

Beryl, who was following behind, shouted excitedly.

"Is this your dad?"

Roy was a little confused.

But he reacted quickly.

"Did Sandmobi use witchcraft to turn you into this?"

(End of this chapter)