The Witch's Wandering Alchemist's Diary

Chapter 89: The two spells that have already been converted

Prepare to bury Limera by the roadside if there is no magic.

That would be extremely uncomfortable, digging a hole, especially a deep one.

Even several strong men working for a whole day might not be able to dig out a three-foot-three-inch stone.

An excavator is necessary, but although Lou Le doesn't have an excavator, he has more useful spells.

[Changing the Soil]

Like playing a game, they removed a large pile of dirt and let Limella lie down in it.

Then Lou Le covered Limeira with soil, making sure to loosen it. Otherwise, she would have been buried alive. After doing all this, Lou Le finally sighed.

She sat on the frame and took out the crystals of the corrupted giant bees she had collected.

These crystals, varying in size, resemble broken bone crystals more than organs.

Moreover, they are mottled and worn, some with only a few red lines, and almost none are fully crystallized.

The spell models here are also very fragmented, and can hardly be integrated into a complete spell model.

The difficulty for mages in this world lies in this: fully crystallized organs are extremely rare, and the chance of finding a complete spell model inside is one in ten thousand.

To synthesize a complete spell model from these fragmented spell models is a headache so severe that it would cause every mage to experience a stroke.

These are English symbols, and these are algorithm symbols.

Let's combine them into a complete mathematical theory.

"But I'm different, hehe."

Lou Le possesses something called the Witch's Spring, which can collect and integrate the fragments of these spell models, allowing them to form a spell.

Lou Le infused the crystals of the corrupted giant bee with magic, introducing all the spell models into the Witch's Spring.

Soon, the Witch's Spring began to tremble.

The fragments of the spell model have begun to come together, and the two spells from before have also been twisted and completed.

[Decomposing the corpse - already manipulated by magic]

First-level spell: A more advanced disintegration spell. When used on a corpse, it can skillfully disintegrate various valuable parts of the corpse without damaging any parts.

[Corpse Reconstruction - Already Subjected to Magical Distortion]

First-level spell: A spell used to grow flesh into bones, but it can control whether the flesh that grows is fresh or rotten, and the degree to which the flesh increases.

(Note: On low-level undead, even if you allow them to grow fresh flesh, they will still rot quickly.)

"Hmm, these two spells are actually quite useful."

Lou Le found it interesting, so she sent the skeleton archers to hunt a wild boar in the forest.

"Little White, go hunt a wild boar."

The little witch instructed that she call the skeleton archer Little White, because the skeleton itself was a ghastly white.

The soul fire within Little White's skull trembled slightly before entering the forest.

It has been strengthened many times, and its bones are now as hard as iron.

Lou Le sat on the frame of the car, waiting leisurely.

During this time, she flipped through Amos's necromancy research notes. Although Amos was only a first-circle mage, his foundation was very solid.

Lou Le gained some understanding of the nature of magic.

Amos believed that the crystallized organs on people and monsters were not merely organs that contained magical power.

It is also the embodiment of the soul.

He was proven by the undead; even without any crystallized organs, the undead can still use magic and move freely.

It relies entirely on the fire of the soul within the mind.

So, can the Soul Fire be seen as an alternative crystalline organ?

If one transforms their crystallized organs into soul fire, then could they become an immortal undead while preserving their reason and wisdom?

Amos had a very deep understanding of the soul and the dead, and he had studied the differences between humans and the dead, as well as whether crystalline organs could be transformed into other forms.

"This is turning him into a lich."

Lou Le muttered to himself.

Although Amos didn't know where his research would lead, Lou Le could tell at a glance that the research would eventually lead to the lich.

In addition, Lou Le supplemented his knowledge with a great deal of basic information about mages in this world. Now he can at least play the role of a native mage, and he won't be exposed when discussing things with other mages.

An hour later, Xiaobai carried a wild boar out of the forest. The boar was about a meter long and had brown fur.

Its fangs were very long, and it appeared to be dead.

Lou Le stretched out his hand and made a spellcasting gesture: "Disassemble the corpse."

A red light fell on the wild boar, and with a flash of magical light, its tusks, hooves, meat, fur, eyes, bristles, tail, bones, and internal organs were revealed.

They were all peeled off the carcass and piled on the wild boar's hide.

"It's really good."

Lou Le nodded in satisfaction, then she used another spell: "Corpse Reconstruction!"

Flesh and blood rapidly grew back onto the pale white skeleton.

However, it had no internal organs or fur.

"Decomposition of the body!"

Lou Le used the corpse decomposition technique again, and the newly grown chunks of flesh were neatly cut aside.

Lou Le carefully examined the difference between the meat chunks created by magic and the original wild boar meat chunks.

The results showed that there seemed to be no difference.

However, the wild boar's bones seem to have become a bit more fragile.

The color changed from white to gray.

Inferior quality wild boar bones

It is a skeleton: a poor-quality wild boar skeleton, so fragile that it would crumble if you squeezed it with your hand.

It's worth less than garbage.

Lou Le looked at the bones and felt somewhat disappointed.

"It seems we can't repeat this indefinitely."

She sighed slightly, wishing that it could repeat indefinitely.

After Xiaobai absorbed all the bones and flesh, the pigskin was put into the carriage.

Wild boar hide can be made into leather armor, but it requires a very complicated processing procedure, which Lou Le has no idea about.

Let Limera handle it.

Lou Le yawned and looked at the cool sky.

"If I could enter the infinite void, I would probably be able to find traces of the other witches."

"However, first you need to become a High Ring Mage."

She muttered to herself, took a piece of crystallized honey from the magic book, and drank it all in one gulp.

She can only drink three pieces of crystallized honey a day now; any more than that and she can't eat anything else because the feeling of fullness will prevent her from eating anything else.

"I wish I had a big appetite."

Lou Le was speechless. The method to increase magic power was right in front of him, but he was stuck because he couldn't eat it.

That's infuriating!

The atmosphere in Ghostwood Town is very heavy right now.

Since another elf appeared outside the dungeon, the adventurers have been completely unable to hunt.

After that damned elf named Lorraine arrived, all he wanted was to take the things from the dungeon.

How could you possibly take those things away with your pointy ears?

That's what we rely on for our livelihood!

Since the dungeon was discovered, the spellbook and the elven rope have become two specialties that are the mainstays of Ghostwood Town!

Since these two pillars were established here, it's been obvious that life has improved, and a bright future is already in sight.

How can we allow this place to be destroyed?

The villagers of Ghostwood Town would not agree, nor would the adventurers.

Even the merchants who came were no exception.

They even moved the camp forward again, placing it near the dungeon, where it was visible to the naked eye.

They patrol day and night to prevent the elves from destroying the dungeon.

Even the mages are stationed here.

The stockade walls were built with earth and stone, and soldiers in iron armor patrolled day and night.

Opposite them was a rough wooden fortress built by the kobolds.

There was only one wall surrounding the enclosure, and inside were mostly underground caves. Only one tent, hastily made from animal hides, looked somewhat decent.

Farion Erosion was sitting in the chair next to him, and Lorraine was sitting next to him.

Lorraine said impatiently, "Falion, you are an elf. How can an elf sit in a place like this?"

He looked at the fur decorations around him with disgust: "And they're even mixed up with kobolds!"

Farion sat in his chair and said slowly, "Life and death are both part of nature. Every living thing is part of nature."

"heresy!"

Lorraine's face turned ashen.

"Let's skip this pointless argument, Lorraine."

Farion looked at Lorraine and said, "You want to take away those bricks containing the souls and flesh of the elves to purify them, but these people will absolutely not agree."

"If you want to do this, you'll need my help, Lorraine."

Farion seemed quite confident: "So, just state your terms. If they appeal to me, I'll help you."

Lorraine frowned deeply: "You are an elf! Your people are suffering terribly! Don't you feel any shame?"

“It’s part of nature,” Farion said. “Pain and pleasure are part of nature. When wolves devour sheep, the sheep suffer, and the wolves rejoice. Can you deny that it’s not natural?”

Looking at Farion's expression, Lorraine stood up angrily: "Heretic! I will summon the spirits of the Nature School here. Even if you do nothing, I can still accomplish this."

Farion simply took a sip of his drink, unimpressed.

Lorraine left in anger.

Farion chuckled and said, "Come on, come on. Come on, I can't wait any longer."

77

"In time, the true naturalists will grow stronger, and only then will they understand what true nature is!"

"Just like flowers taking root on bones, they only bloom beautifully after absorbing the nutrients from the corpse."

He drank his beverage with a smug look on his face, as if he couldn't wait any longer.

Farion thought the Pure Elves were all incredibly foolish.

Having spent years in the Twilight Forest, their minds had become as stiff as wood.