Diary of a Dead Wizard - Chapter 521

Chapter 516: Prison

Useful people can still have the opportunity to be locked up.

Useless people can only become materials for dismemberment.

“What kind of people are useful to you?” Thor looked directly at the old witch and asked calmly.

“Hehe, it looks quite smart.” The old witch withdrew her hand, “I want to build the most perfect body. It must have the beauty of an elf, the toughness of a giant, the strength of a dwarf, the adaptability of a barbarian, and of course the most important thing is to have the elemental magic adaptability of a genius.”

The old witch looked at Thor, as if looking at a piece of meat on a chopping board, carefully weighing which piece is fat and which piece is thin.

“I will succeed soon. By then, I will become the most talented wizard. Dream Maker, Firefly Lord, Wind Fairy, are just my foil.”

Claude once told Thor that there are currently no fourth-level wizards in the Borderlands. The three most recognized third-level wizards are Dream Maker Clark, Firefly Lord Herbert, and Wind Fairy Pearl.

Thor suddenly understood, “I understand. You need an assistant who can help with the research experiment.”

The old witch did not deny it.

Thor smiled modestly, “It just so happens that I am good at studying the witch body transformation formula.”

“Huff, huff, huff…” The old witch laughed so hard that her little finger on the back of her head kept jumping.

“A first-level wizard dares to say that he is good at it. Are young people nowadays so arrogant? Do you think the transformation formula I need is like the wizard apprentice, adding an eye and changing blood?”

“No.” It is always better to have evidence when speaking. Thor raised his hand, and his fingertips gradually became transparent. “I have also undergone witch body transformation twice, so I naturally understand that transformation is not as simple as just replacing some body tissues for myself.”

The old witch’s eyes were fixed on Thor’s fingers, watching his skin and the muscles, blood vessels and other tissues underneath turn into transparent gray-white little by little, revealing the white bones in the center.

“The transformation involves multiple tissues of the human body, and we need to consider follow-up issues such as allergies, immunity, self-repair, and the fluency of magic and mental power. Sometimes it seems to be a conflict between witchcraft materials, but in essence it may be that the smallest body tissues cannot survive in the transformation environment.”

Listening to Thor’s words and watching the changes in his fingers, the old witch’s original disdain faded and her eyes narrowed slightly. She pursed her lips, but the corners of her blood-red mouth slowly rose.

“It’s interesting. I’ll ask you a question. If your answer satisfies me, at least you don’t have to die before I complete the transformation experiment.”

“Please go ahead.”

“How to stop the aging of the body? How to extend the life of the body’s tiny tissues?”

Thor lowered his eyes and forced himself not to look at the wrinkled face of the old witch.

After thinking for a moment, he gave the answer, “The aging of the body surface is due to the shrinkage of the tiny tissues, which are not as full as when they were born. Internal aging is the slowing down of the growth of the tiny tissues. So we can start from two aspects, one is to supplement, and the other is to accelerate the division of the tiny tissues.”

Thor deliberately left a hidden danger here.

It was just a test, and he didn’t need to say it so completely. Moreover, leaving hidden dangers for the old witch might be leaving a way for himself to survive.

The old witch suddenly reached into the cage and grabbed Thor’s arm. Her fingertips slowly retracted, and her sharp nails left several blood marks on Thor’s slightly transparent skin.

Red blood flowed out of the wound, mixed with some inconspicuous gray particles.

The old witch retracted her hand, put her fingertips into her mouth and licked them in turn, leaving several bright red marks on the dark purple tip of her tongue.

“Hehehe…hahaha…” She shook her shoulders and laughed, and even the wrinkles on her face were shaking.

After laughing for about a minute, the old witch suddenly turned her head to the person in a wooden cage next to Thor and said, “Oqili, I have found someone who can replace you, you have to be careful~”

Thor also looked over.

On his left hand side, in the same cage four or five meters away, a person was lying with his back to them.

Because the area of the cage was limited, the person had to shrink his head and knees to his chest when he lay down.

After hearing what the old witch said, the man just moved his buttocks and did not respond.

The old witch was not angry either. She grabbed the wooden fence of the cage and stood up little by little.

“Okay, I’m going to go see my little baby. I’ll see you tomorrow. You can think about my problem during this time. I don’t want a few seemingly correct principles.”

The old witch turned and walked towards the door.

Thor approached the railing, “Old witch, my driver…”

“At present, his practical use is greater than yours. Consider how to keep yourself alive first.”

The old witch pushed the door open and went out.

Thor noticed that the room outside the door was also dim.

Now it seemed that Thor was the only one awake in the room. The figures in the other cages were either sitting or lying in a curled up position.

It looked like they had been locked up for a long time.

There should be a confinement magic array on the cage. When sitting here, Thor’s magic power and mental power fluctuations were strongly suppressed to a very low value range.

There was no way to open the cage for the time being, so Thor turned to look at the room.

This room was covered with rough stone bricks from top to bottom, left to right, front to back. The shape of the whole house was very irregular, and the ground was even more of a polygon.

The lighting device in the room was a plant with oval buds, and it looked like it was about to die.

Several wooden cages were fixed around the glowing plants, some far away and some near.

The one where Thor was was the farthest, with a wall behind it.

Looking carefully, in addition to Thor, there were five other cages with people in them.

Three of them were of unusual size.

In the cage facing Thor, sat a giant.

Thor’s cage was a little over one meter high, while the other’s cage was nearly two meters high. But even so, when the giant sat curled up, his scalp was against the cage.

He looked extremely uncomfortable.

Next to the giant was another dwarf with a huge contrast. It was roughly estimated that his height might be less than one meter.

Then, on Thor’s left hand side, against the wall, there was a person with his upper body lying on the ground and his legs curled up on the wall.

Thor saw the black lines on his body and judged that the other party should be a barbarian, and a spellcasting character like a barbarian priest.

On Thor’s left hand side was the person called Okili. On Okili’s left hand side should also be a formal wizard, but he looked weak.

Maybe it was because he felt Thor’s scrutiny, or maybe it was because the old witch had left. Ou Qili, who had just curled up on the ground, slowly got up and changed to a sitting position.

He didn’t look young anymore, his temples were already gray, and there were many large spots on his skin.

“I hope you are really good at witch body transformation.” Ou Qili lowered his head and looked at his toes, “The two people who lied about being good at witch body transformation have now become witchcraft materials that can’t move or talk.”

It’s a good thing that someone is willing to communicate.

Thor, relying on his not-so-tall stature, turned around flexibly in the cage, “Did the old witch capture us just to help her conduct witch body transformation experiments?”

“Of course not.” Ou Qili still didn’t look at Thor, lowered his head and said listlessly, “Outsider, there are many witchcraft materials in the Borderlands that are not available elsewhere, but here, wizards are also a kind of material.”

(End of this chapter)