The terrifying fishman who had just created a tsunami of more than ten meters high and could summon ice and ice walls now had his head smashed into his chest, turning into a pool of rotten flesh.
Those high-level fishmen who summoned water cannons, water guns, water shields, etc. have now turned into corpses.
He could even feel the aura of this first-level life form that was superior to him. This high-level aura made him feel very uneasy, even a little awkward, as if he wanted to stay away from it.
This is the suppression of the instincts of lower life forms by higher life forms and the sense of panic that the escaped breath brings to lower life forms.
When first-level life forms are alive, as organisms that have entered the extraordinary realm, they can restrain their own aura, but after they die, the level fluctuations and aura naturally emitted by their corpses will intimidate the weaker life forms around them.
If I were to describe it, it's like the corpse of a giant dragon, but no ordinary beasts or even low-level magical beasts dare to approach it. This is the deterrent that higher-level life forms bring to lower-level life forms.
Then when Taylor saw the instruments, tables, special gloves, and tool bags for dissection that the housekeeper had brought out for his teacher, he felt like his saliva was about to flow out.
The table for placing corpses, the magical instruments for scanning and analyzing corpses, and even the scalpel held by his teacher wearing gloves, were all professional tools made of precious materials, which were things that an apprentice like him could only dream of.
The extradimensional element analyzer placed in the storage ring is the only and most precious experimental instrument that Taylor owns, but the magic instruments used by Crete now are more advanced than the extradimensional element analyzer that Taylor owns.
This is really rich.
Taylor could only comfort himself by saying that the White Wizard was very wealthy and that his teacher was a master with special skills and it was normal for him to be rich.
Looking at the fish-man corpse on the table, Taylor is almost becoming autistic. How come there are professional instruments, expensive props, and now even first-level life forms as experimental anatomical materials? His teacher's research is really too extravagant.
It would be nice if I could have a leg, an arm, even a little finger, bones or even scales.
well…………
Why is it so extravagant...
Taylor now feels that he needs to improve his knowledge and psychological quality, otherwise he doesn't know how many times he will be stimulated under such a rich teacher.
He felt both envious and conflicted. He envied his teacher's wealth, but was also conflicted about his own weakness. He understood that his teacher's worth was based on the powerful puppet army and individual strength. As long as he had enough strength, wealth would naturally come to him.
If he is strong enough, he will sooner or later have professional equipment, sophisticated props and high-quality anatomical subjects.
When Taylor was struggling, a book was suddenly delivered to him by the light blue breeze.
Holding two knives, one long and one short, wearing leather gloves and glasses that emitted magical fluctuations, Crete spoke:
"Although we white wizards pursue knowledge and truth and advocate innovation and exploration, we still need to have the most basic survival and combat capabilities. This is my summary of the Wind Spell and some changes in the nature of the wind element."
Hearing this, Taylor suddenly felt uneasy. He didn't even dare to reach out to take the book floating in front of him. He was a little unsure of his guess.
"Teacher, could it be that......"
"That's right, you should go out and gain experience. This book is given to you to improve your strength. Once you have thoroughly understood this book, no murloc who is not at the first-level life form level will be your opponent."
"When you have killed 1,000 murlocs with bidents, come back and find me."
After saying that, Crete waved his hand, and a soft green wind lifted Taylor's body directly, and then let Taylor float away like a kite.
“Ahhhhhh…”
Watching himself getting farther and farther away from the shallows, and even the puppet army becoming smaller and smaller in his eyes, Taylor was carried high into the sky by the gentle wind and couldn't help but let out a panicked shout.
With a smile on his face, Crete watched his apprentice fly off into the distance, beginning his own experience.
This is the inheritance passed down from generation to generation by the White Wizard when he teaches his apprentices. Only after the young buds have experienced the baptism of wind and rain can they bloom into their own flowers.
"You kid should just be content. When my teacher was training me, I remember he just threw a vine and threw me away..."
Hearing Taylor's screams, Crete picked up a scalpel and started cutting the muscles of the corpse in front of him while muttering to himself.
"But having said that, you will be safe and sound. After all, your teacher is not a devil..."
After Taylor left, the butler who had been staying obediently behind Crete now disappeared, as if he had followed Taylor's direction and left.
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After leaving Crete and Taylor, Kano turned into a fishman in a red robe and embarked on his own unknown journey.
He followed the shallows and traces left by some murloc civilians to track the location of the murloc tribe. Now that he had become a murloc, although he could not hide from the level of a first-level life form, he could easily look for some weak murloc tribes and find ways to blend in with them to create chaos, leading to unrest and rebellion among the murlocs.
In the sequence of the murloc race, there is always a group of people who have so-called backers, but they themselves are neither good nor bad, and they become extremely greedy. Kano is targeting this group of murlocs who are neither good nor bad and are extremely greedy.
The backers of this group may be their elders, parents, clansmen, or sisters and brothers. They rely on these backers to bully others and want to gain more benefits, but they are restricted by themselves and their backers.
As long as they have a little ambition and drive, they will think about moving up and climbing up to grab more power and benefits. Perhaps in the beginning, the existence they rely on brings them a lot of help and benefits, but when their appetite is whetted, these backers may become stumbling blocks for them to move forward.
No one wants to put a chain around his neck or a boss on his head, not even a fish.
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