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Ainphent laughed. Yeah, he didn't even have magic strings anymore. He could only use level-0 spells, and could barely cast level-1 spells. No matter how knowledgeable he was, he could only make some simple alchemy tools.
"Salin, I'm sorry for putting you in danger." Ainphent said this to Salin when no one was around.
"Ainphent, it's already like this. Let's think about how to survive first. How about we have a competition to see if your alchemy is better or my magic potions are better. " Salin's kind provocation really stirred up Ainphent's mood. His worry for the black magician faded.
"Sure, but there must be a prize." Ainphent's eyes glanced at Salin's leather bag.
"Sid, don't touch anything. It's dangerous here." Salin saw Sid pick up a metal ball and was about to throw it, so he quickly stopped her. He was glad that he didn't bring Nelis to the lab. Otherwise, he wouldn't have the energy to make magic potions.
"Then what should I do?" Sid was very bored. Her clear eyes were a little tired. It seemed that following Salin wasn't helping him much.
"I'm going to compete with Ainphent. Help me. Do whatever I ask you to do later."
"Okay!" Sid squinted her eyes and smiled.
"Ainphent, although magicians shouldn't gamble, you're also a magician. It's just a competition between us. Wager? What do you want? "
Ainphent really wanted the bracelet back, but he didn't have anything of equal value. He blinked and said, "Do you have a Black Hair Crystal?"
The Black Hair Crystal was a type of crystal that could improve a magician's control. At the same time, it was a necromancer's must-have item. The Black Hair Crystal could store necromancy magic. Among the gems Ainphent got, there wasn't such a crystal.
Salin laughed. Ainphent was a good friend. He wouldn't make any outrageous suggestions. He nodded and said, "No matter who wins or loses, I'll give you a Black Hair Crystal. I want to know the criteria for winning and losing. "
"Quantity. We can't make high-level tools or potions. The best way to kill the black puppets is to use alchemy to make arrowheads. If these arrowheads are mixed with magic potions, they can kill black puppets instantly. If I make an arrowhead, you have to make 5 grams of Magic Fire Potion. If I lose, I'll agree to one of your requests. "
Salin laughed and said, "You'll lose for sure."
"Not necessarily." Ainphent raised his eyebrows. There was an indescribable pride on his sickly face.
Salin did not think that he would lose either. Back in Ceylon City, he had refined too many low-level magical potions, which took up almost all of his free time. The Magic Flame Potion was also the source of his wealth. It was the magic potion with the highest success rate. Although it wasn't 100%, 80% wasn't a problem.
"Help! Help!" Ainphent suddenly yelled. Soon, a soldier outside the door answered. Ainphent pushed the door open and said to the soldier, "Go and tell the baron that I want to make a large number of arrows. Send as many as he wants."
Hear "Cook" and rush. "Baron" Hear "Cook" and came., "". "I said." "I" "Fire" one. King. "" I came. "" Baron "" one ", one". Baron, one. one. one was. that. one out of 100. one. That was enough to make 100 arrowheads. But Ainphine's alchemy was different. He used ready-made arrowheads. That way, Ainphine only needed to put in materials. As long as the array was big enough, he could make hundreds of such low-level equipment at one time.
The problem was that the tools made by the array were fast, but his magic potion needed to be mixed bit by bit. One mistake and the materials would be wasted.
At this time, Ainphine took out a metal box from his backpack and disassembled it. He came to a metal table and began to assemble it. It was as if the alchemy tools he brought were taken from the table.
I've been tricked …
Salin was not familiar with alchemy, but he knew that no two arrays could be put together to form a new one, unless the two arrays were originally one. This table was probably used to make alchemy arrowheads, but it didn't have any core parts. What surprised him the most was that Ainphine brought a fixed array to make alchemy arrowheads.
Ainphine put six magic cores in the grooves around the table and began to put materials into the array. Salin could only collect the materials needed to make Magic Fire Potion, classify them, and weigh them.
He gave the materials to Silva and said only one thing: "Make them into powder."
The competition between the two began. Ainphine held the magic cores and activated the array while recovering the elemental power in his body. His magic strings were damaged by the curse, but he could still absorb elemental power. However, the absorption speed was too slow for an apprentice, and the amount of elemental power in his body was too little. It was a huge waste for him to use magic cores to replenish himself.
Hundreds of arrowheads floated in the array. Countless golden rays shot out within the array's range and carved rough magic arrays on the arrowheads.
These arrowheads were standard weapons used by the Qinyin Empire's army, so they were definitely of good quality. Holes were carved into the arrowheads, and simple flame patterns formed on the surface. In half an hour, more than a hundred arrowheads were made. Ainphine rested for less than a minute and continued to make the second batch.
Ainphine looked at Salin proudly. In the Qinyin Empire, alchemists were often recruited by the army to do this kind of mass production. These crude alchemy products were made for temporary use. If they were not used for a long time, the magic patterns would disappear. After all, Salin was not from the Qinyin Empire, so he did not know the inside story. No matter how good his magic potions were, he could not surpass his own speed.
"You lose." Salin began to make the potion and threw all kinds of powdered materials into the crucible.
"Impossible. You can only make 500 grams at most. I can make 300 arrowheads in the same amount of time. That's three times faster than you," Ainphine said confidently. He had magic cores to replenish his elemental power, so he did not need to rest.
Salin smiled and said, "The number of arrowheads stored in this castle is limited. We did not set a time limit for the competition. When you run out of ready-made arrowheads, I will surpass you."
"Ah?" Ainphine's mind was disturbed. He almost lost control of the array and the golden light almost shot out. He panicked and said, "Salin, you're cheating!"
"You set the rules. Why would I cheat?" Salin smiled and threw in more materials, patiently making the potion.
Ainphine did not know whether to laugh or cry, but he did not stop. This was not just a competition. It concerned the life and death of everyone in the castle. As long as there were enough arrowheads, the threat of the black mages would be reduced. At least, many soldiers could avoid fighting with the black puppets. No one knew what the black puppets looked like. If there were too many of them and they fought fiercely, it would only be a matter of hours before the castle fell.
After all, there were too few soldiers in the castle, and the black puppets could easily be counted in the tens of thousands.
Salin also admired Ainphine. Although it was relatively easy to make crude alchemy equipment with the solidifying array, it would take a long time and also require strong spiritual power to control. If one calculated carefully, Ainphine's spiritual power might be even greater than his own. He was indeed a genius mage. If not for the curse, he would probably be only one step away from becoming a great mage.
The sky gradually brightened. Ainphine and Salin did not rest. The craftsmen in the castle were also busy. Some of them installed the arrowheads on the arrow shafts. They were all familiar with this, so it was easy. Another group of craftsmen dismantled the arrowheads. This was very difficult, and they could not lose any materials.
The dismantled arrowheads were sent to the magic lab to be made into alchemy arrowheads for Ainphine.
Everyone was busy in silence. The news of the black mage's appearance was like a huge stone, weighing on everyone's heart. If they knew that the black mage had a double-headed eagle, they would probably lose the courage to resist.
In the distance of the castle, a large number of strange figures appeared in the morning light. These figures moved stiffly, hopping toward the castle. They were the scarecrows that were commonly seen in the fields of the Phoenix Duchy.
Many of the scarecrows had grown facial features and limbs, but they still could not move easily.
Tens of thousands of scarecrows gathered toward the castle. The scene was extremely strange. Many of the scarecrows' faces were covered with blood. It seemed that the killing had already begun.
Behind the army of scarecrows were more than a hundred tall warhorses. The warhorses followed slowly behind the scarecrows. None of the knights on the horses made a sound.
These knights could not make a sound either. They did not have heads on their necks. Their severed necks were filled with black smoke. The tall black warhorses were covered in rusty armor, and there were heads hanging next to the saddles.
The heads hanging next to the saddles all had hideous expressions, and they looked like they were in extreme pain. The eyeballs of some of the heads were even moving, observing the surrounding scenery.
These were the legendary Headless Horsemen, who possessed great destructive power. The Headless Horsemen were controlled by black magic. Their heads and bodies became two opposite existences. Unless the black mage let them go, the Headless Horsemen would live in pain and killing forever.
Only by destroying the enemy would the pain of the heads be alleviated. The Headless Horsemen did not have much of a choice.
On the other side of the saddles were the weapons of the Headless Horsemen. Iron hammers, chains, half-moon battle axes, heavy swords …
All of the weapons were stained by the black magic, and there were dark purple blood clots on them. When these weapons collided with the iron armor of the warhorses, there was a faint, shrill howl from within the weapons. Those were the souls that had been imprisoned by black magic. Only by continuously absorbing fresh blood could these souls obtain a temporary peace.
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