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Svengol is a great fire-type magician. Because of the characteristics of fire-type magic, other magicians in this system have produced many outstanding alchemists, and Svengol is one of them.

A yellow light flashed through his left hand, wrapped around his palm to form a yellow protective film. Then he took the mitral silver, picked out a small piece of Yingsi and put it in his palm. Then, a hot flame rose in the palm of his palm.

Mithril melted in the high-temperature flames, rolling back and forth in his palm, protected by yellow light, and Svengol's palm would not be damaged.

After taking a long steel knife, Svengol applied the melted mitral on the back of the knife, and moved the hot palm back and forth on the back of the knife, and evenly applied the mitral on it. At the same time, the flame calcined the back of the knife, and the steel slowly burned red.

The Misilan and the back of the steel knife slowly merged. During this period, Svengol kept the flames in his palm. Not long after, his palm began to tremble, and sweat was as big as beans on his face. Undead creatures had no sweat, but they maintained their vitality with skin-revitalizing techniques, so naturally they had sweat. This showed that Svengol was very struggling at the moment.

After burning for a while, Svengol kept saying to the Black Dragon: "Put two curses and magic on the weapons."

The black dragon silently issued two spells of weakness and slowness, and hit the weapon. Only two crisp cracking sounds were heard, and the magic was sucked in by the weapon.

Svengol shouted muffled, and the flames in his palm disappeared immediately, and the heat on the weapon seemed to be pulled away. The red back of the knife instantly returned to its cold luster. The mitral that was originally covered with the melting of the knife's back immediately solidified, gathering countless faint exquisite magic patterns.

Svengol sighed long, with a look of fatigue on his face, turned the handle of the knife and handed it to me and said, "Okay, you can try it."

After taking the long steel sword, the faint magic pattern on it changed the entire sword into the same shape. The long sword was originally an excellent weapon of high quality, but after being transformed by Svengol's hand, the long sword became more like an exquisite work of art.

As he stroked the blade, the black dragon could feel a faint magic fluctuation coming from the blade.

He looked up and looked around. There was not even a rabbit in the Dark Swamp, and they were all undead creatures, all immune to cursed magic. For a moment, the Black Dragon didn't know who to test the power of the long sword.

He looked up and looked around for a while. A strange insect of a finger-sized size was parked on a clump of dead grass next to him. The black dragon threw the long knife to Tuk and pointed at the insect and signaled to him: "Don't cut it to death." If it was cut to death, the effect of the weapon would not be tested. He did not have the accurate knife technique like Tuk, and could cut an insect of a finger-sized size without hurting his life.

Took took the long knife and waved it quickly. A cold light flashed by, and one of the insect's forelimbs was cut off. When it hit the chop, a dim light flashed by the insect's body.

The little bug that lost one of the forelimbs was panicking its wings and was about to fly, but its wings were flapping so hard that it was weak. Its body was crooked and slanted towards the ground, and it could not struggle no matter how hard it was.

The effect is good. It turns out that there is no need to use Misin to make the entire weapon, but it can also bless magic. It seems that the twenty kilograms of Misin are not only enough, but they are more than Zhuo Zhuo. I made such a long sword, but I only used Misin from Sanyingsi.

Svengol looked at his work with satisfaction. As an excellent alchemist, he was also proud that he could make better works. This magical sword was the most mitril he had ever made. After all, such precious magic materials, no one would want to waste it on a weapon, making jewelry much more useful.

According to convention, the alchemist has the right to name the items he made. Svengol said: "Black Dragon, this long sword is called the Dark Bond, what do you think?"

Heilong naturally doesn't care what his name is. Only weapons are easy to use. He nodded indifferently. Heilong pointed to Hei Da and his long swords and said, "You need ten more."

After hearing this, Svengol's face changed. Although he was a mage at the level of a great magician, it was very hard to refine such a long sword without any auxiliary tools. Now that he has almost exhausted his magic, he will vomit blood after ten more.

"My magic has been exhausted and I will not be able to continue after recovery." Svengol said truthfully.

"Yes." Heilong nodded. Anyway, they still have to stay in this swamp for a while, so it doesn't matter if they take it slowly.

"By the way, Black Dragon..." Svengol's face looked a little embarrassed. He stammered for a few moments before saying a little embarrassedly: "Can that Mitsunin be given... to me some."

"Okay." The black dragon took a quarter of the mitral and handed him about five kilograms of mitral. According to his refining method, it would not take much mitral to make more than a dozen dark bondages, but it was more than twenty kilograms.

Svengol didn't expect the Black Dragon to be so easy. He was stunned by holding the five kilograms of mitral. As a great magician, Svengol never cared about status and money. His only hobby was alchemy. Over the years, he could be said to have given all his money. Although as a great magician and an excellent alchemist, he never bothered with money. He could exchange a lot of money by making a few magic scrolls, but as the most important material for alchemy, Mitsugol cannot be bought with money.

The reason why he formed a temporary mercenary team to snipe Arroyo this time was entirely because the royal family of Xiabai Empire promised him to pay him a kilogram of mitral as compensation after the matter was completed.

Now that the four of them have become immortals, they seem to be just for one kilogram of mitral. Unexpectedly, the Black Dragon casually threw it to him nearly five kilograms. Five kilograms of mitral silver have a total of 175 kilograms. According to the current black market price, each 5,000 gold coins will be here, which is nearly 870,000 gold coins. This is a huge wealth. The Black Dragon robs everywhere, looking like he loves money like his life, and now he throws such a large amount of wealth to himself without caring about it?!

"Give me all this?" Svengol asked in disbelief.

"Yes." Black Dragon glanced at him strangely and said, "It's not enough?"

Svengol took a deep breath: "Enough." For the first time, he felt that following the Black Dragon was actually quite a good thing.

The Dark Swamp was full of bottomless mud and water-cumulated puddles, and there was no road, which made them move very slowly. The Black Warrior's reincarnation altar was located in the middle of the swamp. Even under the leadership of Tuk, the old horse of the way, it took him five days to get there.

During these five days, Svengol helped the Black Dragon to refine the dark bonds whenever he had time. Now he had seven dark bonds on his hands, and four more could be equipped as a whole. The magical skill of alchemy made the Black Dragon very interested. After Svengol refining the long sword and exhausted his magic power, the Black Dragon pulled him to learn alchemy.

Alchemy is actually a very general discipline. It refers to the process of using magic to refine magic items, collectively called alchemy. However, the process of using various magic plants to modulate magic preparations without magic is also called alchemy. In other words, as long as all the production processes involved in magic items can be called alchemy.

Svengol is best at making various magic scrolls and metal objects.

"The most commonly used carriers for making magic scrolls are some non-dyeed silks. The higher the quality silk, the greater the success rate of making scrolls. In addition to silk, there are many not commonly used scroll carriers. The lower-level carriers include sheepskin, paper, and linen. Advanced carriers include silkworms, skins of various monsters. Anyway, things that can be written can be used as carriers of scrolls, or even the ground. However, scrolls that use the ground as carrier are no longer called scrolls, but magic circles. The higher the success rate of making scrolls, the higher the magic that can be blessed. The legendary forbidden spell scrolls are made of silk silk woven from silkworms called ice silkworms. A small number of them also use dragon skins. However, forbidden spell scrolls made with dragon skins can easily anger the dragon clan. Generally, no one dares to use them."

"So the carrier of the scroll is crucial to the success rate, followed by the technical level of the alchemist. Because the alchemist process requires a lot of magic support, ordinary alchemists are also excellent magicians. The process of blessing magic requires very precise magic control, so ordinary magicians can only bless second-level magic at most, such as advanced mages can only bless intermediate magic."

"Depending on the different blessing magic, the scrolls are divided into attack scrolls, protective scrolls and special scrolls. Attack scrolls and protective scrolls are naturally reels that bless attack magic or protective magic. Scrolls that do not belong to attack or protective magic are collectively called special scrolls, such as teleportation scrolls, messaging scrolls, etc.."

Svengol's detailed explanation gave me a deep understanding of alchemy, but alchemy is a profound and profound knowledge after all. After five days, the Black Dragon had not learned anything substantial, and the altar of reincarnation was already in sight.

Far from afar, a magnificent altar made of bones and gravel stands on the horizon, but this altar of reincarnation that the black warriors regard as a holy place was extremely decayed at this time, with weeds everywhere, adding a touch of desolation to the magnificent building.

A large circle of tiles scattered around the altar, weathered walls, and various bone-made vessels show that this place was once a large undead territory, and it was very old. Many bare bones exposed on the surface were covered with weathered traces, and they turned into pieces after touching them gently.

Svengol looked at the altar in a daze, with an incredible expression on his face. There was a large undead territory in the dark swamp in the forbidden area of ​​life. If it spread, it would be a big news that would stir the world.

Svengol has rich experience and extensive knowledge. He has learned from all over the mainland and has learned some legends and secrets, but he has never heard of the existence of undead creatures in the world. He doubted whether this was his own illusion, but the magnificent altar and scattered bones reminded him that this was true.

"How could it be...this is it!" Svengol murmured to himself. Erin and Xingyue brothers and sisters were also stunned. Tuk originally said that there was an altar of reincarnation in the center of the swamp, but he did not tell that it was an abandoned immortal territory. Now they finally understood why the Dark Swamp was called the Kingdom of Destruction, an immortal country that had been destruction for many years. But why is there no record of this in the history of the countries of the mainland?

The altar is equally ancient, covered with weathered marks, but amazingly, it also maintains structural integrity. If repaired, it is very likely to be used normally.

Took took them around to visit, and the years buried everything here, and there was no other special place except for the lonely altar.

"When did this place start to be abandoned? Where did the people here? Where did they all go?" Black Dragon asked Tuk in confusion.

"I don't know, it was already like this when I woke up. My kind of people didn't know where my kind went." Tuk's tone ended and confused. The Black Dragon deeply understood his mood, because when he first gained freedom, he felt lonely and confused because he had no kind of people. However, the Black Dragon was much better than Tuk. After all, he still had ten children. Although the children such as Heida were not aware, with their company, the feeling of loneliness did not seem particularly strong.

There was nothing special. After visiting it, everyone found an open space next to the altar to camp. The Black Dragon planned to stay here for a while. With sufficient mitral, Svengol's alchemy could be useful. He planned to let Svengol get a few pieces of magic equipment. Tuk's body has basically recovered. From now on, the Black Dragon can learn martial arts.
Chapter completed!