The profession of machinist has never stopped evolving since its birth.

After all, their spellcasting abilities are limited, so in order to pursue greater power, it is natural for them to want to make breakthroughs in other areas.

And in the midst of all this, the view that “flesh and blood are weak” has always existed.

The theoretical basis for this view is the special abilities of arcane power armor and armored divisions.

During the war years, there were machine masters who trained armor master apprentices and then tried to transform them into mechanical bodies similar to warforged.

But there is no doubt that no one has succeeded so far.

The artificers who held this dream once declined, but in the late stage of the Final War, the Warforged were born.

Warforged are not affected by the curse of aging. In theory, as long as they are not killed, they can live forever.

This is much better than mages transforming themselves into liches.

Therefore, after the signing of the Throne Castle Agreement, the machinists who attempted mechanical ascension have never stopped exploring this path.

As one of the developers of the war figurines, Mooreban attaches particular importance to this "possibility".

However, his bottom line is relatively high and he has always been in the theoretical research stage.

If he hadn't met Mitris, the holder of the Death Dragon Mark this time, he would never have thought of doing human experiments.

"The birth of the War Terracotta Warriors back then was inseparable from the power of the Death Dragon Mark. Although I no longer have the help of the people who created the Dragon Mark Family, my skills are no longer what they used to be!

If they can do it, there's no reason I can't do it!"

Looking at Midris floating in the nutrient solution, Mooreband stroked his beard and thought about the subsequent transformation work.

No matter what he said or how much he joked, he would never dare to joke about the life of a holder of the Death Dragon Mark.

There is probably only one living Death Dragon Mark in the entire Eberron now. If he were to die from studying it, he himself would not want to live anymore.

Taking out a helmet with a permanent spell effect of detecting thoughts, Morban put it on his head and started talking to Midris.

In fact, what he wanted to ask was not an important matter. He just wanted to know if the other party felt unwell.

The ability of the Death Dragon Mark is more like a variant of "reincarnation", but the side effects are a bit greater.

Mooreban felt that the former Death Dragonmark Family should know how to repair the bodies of family members, but unfortunately, he did not have this technology.

"Are you feeling better today?"

Using the helmet to transmit his thoughts, Mooreban waited for a long time before receiving a reply from Midris.

He nodded, then turned the life support module so that it lay flat.

As the glass cover was opened, some of the nutrient solution was left out. Moore took up some parts and installed them on Midris's skeleton, internal organs, and brain.

This is a device that can help detect her vital signs at any time.

Only after this did he begin to make deeper changes to Midris.

Busy from day to night, a robot that was not much different from an ordinary warforged was born under Mooreban's hands.

However, after he gave Midris the command to act, the mechanical body only moved twice before shutting down.

"Sure enough, the human brain and the artificial life servant are different after all."

With a sigh, Mooreban waved his hand and removed the external armor on Midris' body, leaving only the transmission system connected to the skeleton, and then put Midris back.

The experiment he conducted on Midrice today was somewhat similar to the method Carl used to create V, except that Carl used the core of an artificial life servant to drive the Iron Guard, while Mooreban intended to use Midrice's brain to do the same thing.

In more professional terms, this is called "wetware", which refers to other "ware" besides software and hardware, that is, the human brain, and usually refers to the equipment that connects the human brain and the machine.

People who have played Warhammer 40K may not be unfamiliar with this thing, but most people probably haven't heard of it.

Leaving the laboratory disappointed, Mooreban disappeared into the corridor.

However, after Mooreban left, Midris, who was floating in the nutrient solution, raised her hand and adjusted her skull.

…

Compared to his master's distress, Carl was quite proud.

The voodoo workshop has complete facilities and abundant materials. Although the flow of customers is not large, there has been no trouble since Carl took office.

After reading books in the store for a long time, Carl took the time to modify a few weapons according to customer requirements, and then he had some free time.

But when it was almost dark, a customer named War Terracotta suddenly came to the store.

"Boss, I have something urgent to do. My arm blade is broken. Can you fix it for me as soon as possible?"

The arm blade is somewhat similar to the mantis blade in Cyberpunk. It is a weapon that currently only the warforged can use. It is usually stored in their arms and pops out during battle.

It is convenient and fast, and is a good helper for the war warriors in battle.

But as a magic weapon, its depreciation rate is too high.

Magic weapons can repair some minor damage, but it won’t work if they are broken directly by someone.

"Come, let me see what's going on. Hmm~, it's not just your arm blade that's problematic, your arm is also broken!"

With just a glance, Karl saw the other party's problem.

"Look here, your joints are completely damaged, and so is the storage here. Even if I repair your arm blade and reinstall it, your arm blade won't be fixed."

Upon hearing this, the war terracotta warrior did not panic at first, but took a half step back vigilantly, and then looked at his arm.

When these adventurers are out and about, they are quite cautious and it is impossible for them to believe everything the store owner says.

However, the Warforged moved his arms as Carl said, and found that there seemed to be something wrong with his transmission rod and bearing.

Looking up nervously, the poorly equipped war terracotta warrior asked awkwardly, "Manager, how much does it cost for a full repair?"

Carl stretched out four fingers and was about to offer a "high price" of four gold coins, but he suddenly remembered what his master said before he took office.

After a moment's silence, Carl said, "40 silver coins, but you cannot leave Akanix City recently. I need you to test the effect of the prosthesis for me. I will repair your arm today and replace your arm blade tomorrow."

The body structure of a war forged is simple, it is just a mixture of some mechanical structures, some artificial fibers and alchemical solutions to form an individual.

But it is from this pile of things that soul and wisdom were born.

For the artificer, this is no less outrageous than the idiom "adding the finishing touch to a painting".

You know, even constructs don't really have souls or intelligence.

At least they are not recognized as "intelligent life".

But the war forged objects, which were much cruder than them, were an exception.

The war terracotta warriors, who were already short of money, were quite stunned. Upon hearing such a good deal, they immediately nodded and agreed.

"What did you fight to get into this state?"

After removing the man's arm, Carl started chatting with him like a barber or a driver.

V helped to deal with the debris, and the four arms worked together in harmony, making rapid progress.

"I'm a bounty hunter, and these wounds are from fighting with criminals."

"Criminal? Near Arkanix?"

After taking a look at the other person's injuries, Carl was a little surprised.

"Yes! The Guardian Dragonmark Family attacked the Black Abyss, and some of the criminals there escaped. We bounty hunters have been very busy recently. The mountains and fields near the city of Akanix are now full of those desperadoes."

Speaking of this, Karl immediately knew the reason.

As evidence of the Emerald Claw's collusion with the Blood of Vol was exposed, the Dragonmark Family and the various kingdoms became suspicious of the various "evil forces" around them.

Originally, these guys just looked disgusting, but there was no benefit in exterminating them.

But with the precedent of the Storm Dragon Mark Family, everyone suddenly became concerned about the suffering of the people.

Not only did they offer generous rewards to those criminals, they also vigorously cracked down on non-governmental armed groups in various places.

No one wants to be bullied by a group of guys who were thought to be clowns on their territory one day.

Soon, the war figurine's arm was repaired. Carl took the money from the other party and asked him to come back tomorrow to install the arm blade.

Afterwards, Carl closed the workshop and began designing the Mantis Blade in his dream.

The next morning, Carl opened the door again and made two mantis knives according to the structure he designed in the dream world.

However, after waiting for a long time, the war terracotta warrior still hasn't arrived.

"Did he run away? No way, he already paid the money!"

After putting the two prosthetic limbs back on the counter, Carl didn't take it seriously and continued reading his book.

He didn't take the small business of a few gold coins seriously.

Maybe because yesterday's business was good, the reputation of the voodoo workshop spread a little, and there were a lot more customers coming this morning.

However, most of them just come to repair and adjust their equipment, and only a few actually come to buy magic props or rare items.

Ordinary-level rare items have become popular in Khorvaire, but they are considered "big items" for ordinary people and it is impossible to buy them whenever you want.

However, among these businesses, Carl met a guy who was a little special.

It was a halfling wanderer, and when he entered the house he was alert as if he was going to steal something.

If Carl hadn't been sure that there were only some basic materials in the house, he would have thought that the other party had come to steal some valuable treasure.

"Hey! Little brother, are you collecting things?"

Looking around the interior of the workshop with his eyes, the Halfling Wanderer seemed to be trying to determine whether Carl had enough money to buy his goods.

"Yes, what do you want to sell? Let me make it clear first, I don't accept stolen goods or anything like that."

Carl started with the standard pawn shop dialogue and raised his head to look at the halfling across the counter.

The other party probably didn't expect that Carl would be so tall when he stood up, and was stunned for two seconds.

(End of this chapter)