The difference was like the difference between heaven and earth.
For the first time, Halast felt powerless, as if he had punched the air with all his might. Toying with the opponent, deceiving him, luring him, controlling him, influencing him, controlling everything everywhere, letting the opponent fall into the trap without knowing it. Easily standing in a place where they could not reach, controlling the development of the situation, and at the most critical moment, gently pushing …
This was the most common way for mages to bully barbarians, and it was the pride of every mage.
He watched as the barbarians, who only had muscles, slid into the abyss step by step under the control of the mages. He watched as their intellect was crushed and they charged head-on into the mages' traps, using the elegance and power of magic to crush them! This had always been one of the few pleasures for mages, and Halast was one of those who could enjoy it the most.
To a certain extent, the Terrae Maze was born to fulfill this wish of his. The underground ruins full of monsters and adventures, dangerous places with great wealth, and greedy adventurers who wanted to get rich overnight. This was like a huge stage, providing Halast with the perfect drama to toy with the adventurers.
Now, Halast felt the powerlessness that belonged to the barbarians. He did not know what to do, and he had no way to deal with it. This was normal for a Warrior because they were used to being bullied, crushed, suppressed, and slaughtered. But for Halast, for a Legendary Mage, it was undoubtedly a huge insult.
Chen Ang was right in front of him, but he could do nothing. He could not even interfere with the level of space where Chen Ang was. He was like a man in a cage looking at Chen Ang, who was looking at him coldly from outside the cage. He felt insulted and offended, but there was nothing he could do.
The advantage of a Spell Caster over a barbarian was incomparable. The resources needed to nurture a high-level Mage were about a hundred times that of a high-level Warrior, and a Legendary Mage pulled the numbers to an exaggerated level. It could be said that without magic items, a low-level Mage could kill a Legendary Warrior.
In this world. Only Spell Casters were true professionals. As for Warriors, they were all defective products that could not walk the path of spellcasting. They either had no money or time. Rich barbarians might be able to struggle, but barbarians without money were undoubtedly synonymous with cannon fodder.
This was something all Spell Casters believed in.
Whether it was a Priest or a Warlock, or a Druid or an Illusionist, there was no doubt that they despised professions that didn't have the ability to cast spells. Not to mention the proudest Wizard among the Spell Casters.
As a noble among the mages, Halast Black Robe stood at the top of the Spell Casters. There was no doubt that he could look down on any non-legendary Spell Caster. According to the chain of contempt for Spell Casters, he could even look down on Warlocks, Druids, Psionic Warlocks, and Priests. Only Grand Arcanists could make him lower his head slightly.
He didn't even care about the gods.
However, he encountered an opponent that should not have appeared, just like a god. In most areas, Chen Ang, who had just descended, was not as good as Halaster. But if the degree of understanding was a little higher, then it would be boundlessly high. In the Spatial Domain, Halast was like an immature apprentice, unable to lock onto spells, unable to interfere with domains …
There was also an irresistible attack!
Chen Ang shifted his attention away from the Mage who had suffered a huge blow. It seemed that he needed some time. Adjust your madness. 9527 led the Magic Addiction Legion and had already taken control of the adventurers who had broken in. They looked like they were frightened, and the way the half-elf looked at him was like looking at the Lord of the Ninth Floor of Hell.
Of course, Chen Ang didn't think that this had anything to do with him. So what if the army brought by 9527 looked terrifying? Most of the test subjects had nothing to do with Chen Ang. He had long learned to outsource the lower-level missions to the lower-level Spell Casters. Even the Magic Addiction Legion and the Magic Addiction Laboratory were run according to the laboratory management methods on Earth.
The interference of magic energy radiation on living creatures, the stimulation and adaptation of high radiation energy on living creatures, may be Chen Ang's topic, but the magic energy transformed drow, semi-magical creatures, and even the Undead Radiation Body were not his experimental results.
With Halast under control, the Terra Maze opened its arms to Chen Ang. The evil system of the Magic Shadow Legion provided him with a large number of soldiers and subordinates. The evil creatures from the wilderness were transformed into materials in the Magic Addiction Legion's laboratory.
The worthless goblins, the weak kobolds, the underground drow who killed each other, and the wandering ogres, they sacrificed their only flesh for magic and endured the chaotic and crazy thoughts of the Magic Addiction Spellcasters. What good could the drug addicts do? They were like artists, using inspiration as the main basis for experiments.
Experiments based on inspiration and passion! Experiments like artistic creations!
Chen Ang had to stop this behavior that was extremely wasteful of experimental materials. Although there were many surprising results, non-standard experiments could not provide a repeatable process. Although the evil creatures in the wilderness did not need money, they needed time to reproduce. There were no large goblin tribes around Deepwater City!
There were many goblins, the kobolds had good blood compatibility, the ogres had high endurance, and the drow, as a test subject, had reached the peak of quality.
There were also those Orcs. The Orcs were good warriors, but they were so chaotic that they could not form an army at all. The army in Chen Ang's mind was not the chaotic peasant army in the Middle Ages! Therefore, the laboratory had to do a frontal lobotomy on them, and the effect was amazing.
They were no longer as violent as beasts in heat. Instead, they quieted down with a dull look on their faces and became very tame and docile. It seemed that their mania had been cured.
Of course, there were a few minor sequelae, such as the loss of thinking ability, the obvious loss of emotions, and even the serious impact of memory. Basically, they could be regarded as a vegetable that could move freely. But Chen Ang thought that this was not important, right? What did the Orcs need brains for?
Because they had lost their bloodthirsty and aggressive instincts, Chen Ang still needed to make some adjustments to them. Some brain golems (high-quality products produced by the drow, supplemented by samples provided by the smartest goblins) were transplanted into their heads. The final product was satisfactory.
Similar to a half-golem, half-living object, immune to most charm spells, stable and efficient battle performance, absolute obedience, a high degree of order, combat skills that could be directly instilled, and a bloodthirsty and ruthless attack style. When necessary, the brain golems could also be used to cast simple spells. (To be continued …)
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