Chapter 516: Prison Disaster
Useful people may still have the opportunity to be imprisoned.
Useless people can only become material for dismemberment.
"What kind of person is useful to you?" Thor looked directly at the old witch and asked calmly.
"Oh, it looks quite clever." The old witch withdrew her hand. "I want to create the most perfect body. It must have the beauty of an elf, the toughness of a giant, the strength of a dwarf, the adaptability of a barbarian, and most importantly, the adaptability to elemental magic of a genius."
The old witch looked at Thor as if she were looking at a piece of meat on a chopping board, carefully weighing which pieces were fat and which were lean.
"I will succeed soon. By then, I will become the most gifted wizard. The Dream Maker, the Firefly Lord, and the Wind Fairy will all be just my foils."
Claude once told Thor that there were no fourth-level wizards in the Borderlands. The three most powerful third-level wizards were Clark the Dream Maker, Herbert the Firefly Lord, and Pearl the Wind Demon.
Thor suddenly realized, "I understand. You need an assistant who can help with the research experiment."
The old witch did not deny it.
Thor smiled modestly, "It just so happens that I am better at studying the witch body transformation formula."
"Huff, huff, huff..." The old witch laughed so hard that her little finger on the back of her head kept jumping.
"A first-level wizard actually dares to say that he is good at it. Are the young people nowadays so arrogant? Do you think the transformation formula I need is like the wizard apprentice, adding an eye and changing the blood?"
"No." It's always better to have evidence when speaking. Thor raised his hand, and his fingertips gradually became transparent. "I have also undergone witch body transformation twice, so I naturally understand that transformation is not as simple as just replacing some body tissues."
The old witch's eyes were fixed on Thor's fingers, watching his skin and the muscles, blood vessels and other tissues underneath gradually turn into a transparent grayish white, revealing the white bones in the center.
"The transformation involves multiple tissues of the human body, and we also need to consider follow-up issues such as allergies, immunity, self-repair, and the fluency of magical mental power. Sometimes it may seem like a conflict between witchcraft materials, but in essence it may be that the smallest body tissue cannot survive in the transformation environment."
Listening to Thor's words and watching the changes in his fingers, the old witch's original disdain faded, and her eyes narrowed slightly. She pursed her lips, but the corners of her blood-red mouth slowly rose.
"That's interesting. I'll ask you a question. If your answer satisfies me, you won't have to die before I complete my transformation experiment."
"Please go ahead."
"How can we stop the body from aging? How can we extend the life of tiny tissues in the body?"
Thor lowered his eyes, forcing himself not to look at the old witch's wrinkled face.
After thinking for a while, he gave the answer, "Surface aging of the body is due to the shrinkage of microtissues, which are not as plump as when they were newly born. Internal aging is the slowdown in the growth of microtissues. So we can start from two aspects, one is to supplement, and the other is to accelerate the division of microtissues."
Thor deliberately left a hidden danger here.
It was just a test, there was no need for him to describe it in such detail. Besides, leaving hidden dangers for the old witch might be a way for himself to survive.
The old witch suddenly reached into the cage and grabbed Thor's arm. Her fingertips slowly retracted, and her sharp nails left several bloody marks on Thor's slightly transparent skin.
Red blood flowed out of the wound, mixed with some inconspicuous gray particles.
The old witch withdrew her hand, put her fingertips into her mouth and licked them in turn, leaving a few bright red streaks on the dark purple tip of her tongue.
"Hehehe...hahaha..." She laughed, shaking her shoulders, and even the wrinkles on her face were trembling.
After laughing for about a minute, the old witch suddenly turned her head to the person in the wooden cage next to Thor and said, "Okili, I have found someone who can replace you. You have to be careful~"
Thor also looked over.
On his left, in a cage of the same type about four or five meters away, a man was lying with his back to them.
Because the area of the cage was limited, the man had to pull his head and knees into his chest when he lay down.
After hearing the old witch's words, the man just moved his butt and did not respond.
The old witch was not angry. She grabbed the wooden bars of the cage and stood up slowly.
"Okay, I'm going to go see my little baby. I'll come see you tomorrow. During this time, you can think about my problem. I don't want a few seemingly correct principles."
The old witch turned and walked towards the door.
Thor approached the railing, "Old witch, my coachman..."
"At the moment, he is of greater practical use than you. Consider how to keep yourself alive first."
The old witch pushed the door open and went out.
Thor noticed that the room outside the door was also dim.
Now Thor seemed to be the only one awake in the room. The other figures in the cages were either sitting or lying huddled up.
It looked like it had been locked up for a long time.
There should be a confinement magic circle on the cage. When sitting here, Thor's magic and mental fluctuations were forcibly suppressed to an extremely low numerical range.
There was no way to open the cage for the time being, so Thor turned to look around the room.
The room was paved with rough stone bricks from top to bottom, from left to right, from front to back. The shape of the whole house was very irregular, and the ground was a polygon.
The lighting fixture in the room was a plant with oval flower buds, and it looked like it was about to die.
Surrounding the luminous plants, several wooden cages were fixed at different distances.
The one where Thor was located was the farthest, with a wall behind him.
After a closer look, besides Thor, there were five other cages with people in them.
Three of them have special body shapes.
In the cage facing Thor sat a giant.
Thor's cage was a little over one meter high, while the other's cage was nearly two meters high. But even so, when the giant sat down curled up, his scalp was against the cage.
Looks extremely uncomfortable.
Next to the giant was a dwarf, who was roughly estimated to be less than one meter tall.
Then, on Thor's left side, against the wall, there was a person with his upper body lying on the ground with his legs curled up and resting on the wall.
Thor saw the black lines on his body and judged that the other person should be a barbarian, and a spellcasting character like a barbarian priest.
On Thor's left is a man called Okili. On Okili's left is probably also a formal wizard, but he looks weak.
Perhaps it was because he felt Thor's scrutiny, or because the old witch had left. Okili, who had just curled up on the ground, slowly got up and sat down.
He no longer looked young, his temples were already gray, and there were many large spots on his skin.
"I hope you are really good at witch body transformation." Ou Qili lowered his head and looked at his toes. "The two people who lied about being good at witch body transformation have now become witchcraft materials that can't move or speak."
It's a good thing to have someone willing to communicate.
Thor, relying on his relatively small stature, turned around flexibly in the cage. "Did the old witch capture us just to help her conduct witch body transformation experiments?"
"Of course not." Okili still didn't look at Thor, lowered his head and said listlessly, "Outsider, there are many witchcraft materials in the Borderlands that are not available in other places, but here, wizards are also a kind of material."
(End of this chapter)
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