Chapter 397 Acting School
After the official capital injection from the Shanhai Gods Guild, Hailot’s territory changed almost every day.
In the past, Hailot's development territory was based on building whatever it thought of and building whatever was lacking. There was a plan but only a little bit of planning.
Now he has given part of the territory of the Old Land to the territory construction experts supported by the Shanhai Fengshen Guild, allowing him to truly see what an "infrastructure maniac" is. In just a few days, crisscrossing ravines were dug out of the territory, and the entire territory was a large construction site several kilometers long and wide.
More than 100,000 skeleton laborers were mobilized in an orderly manner, and countless resources were continuously transported in from all directions. From the scale alone, you can see the prototype of a capital-level city.
The center of the territory is the Lord's Castle, which assumes the role of parliament in the soon-to-be-formed Kingdom of the Dead.
This is now the activity center of the Scorched Earth City branch of the Zhanlan Association.
Mondorali and Frank are leading the backbone of the Scorched Earth City branch to actively prepare all preparations for the founding of the country.
Master Laem is still writing sleeplessly in the dungeon of the vampire castle, trying to write down as much knowledge as possible before he is released from prison.
So when Helot visited Master Laem, the gray elf's eyes were already red and his hands were still moving.
"Master, how long have you not slept?" Helot asked in a low voice with concern.
Laem finally stopped writing in his hand: "Sleeping is a luxury for me. The Kingdom of Death has been established, and I will devote more energy to building the country. I want to help the dreams of countless dead partners. They finished. At that time, I probably didn't have time to think about spells."
Helot replenished the death energy for Master Laem and persuaded: "Your wisdom is a treasure house, the more you think about it, the more you write. The more, so you can never write out all your knowledge. If you can write the "Old Code", you have no regrets, and future additions can be left to me and its future owners..."
Master Laem was replenished with death energy and his spirit improved a little: "You are right, knowledge cannot be written in a limited life. I should take a short rest to make my thinking clearer before I can grasp it. Focus on writing.
Have you read all the manuscripts you took away last time?”
"There are still more than ten pages left to complete. This time I am here to let you take a look at what happened to the "Old Code"?"
"What went wrong with it?"< br>
Helot informed Master Laem of what happened in the Rotten Court.
“I thought it would recover quickly from its gluttony this time, but after so many days, it is still the same. I asked Frank to look at it, and he couldn’t see anything.”
Helot took out the "Old Codex". The magic book was not as active as before, and it felt like a real book when held in his hand.
"Show me."
Master Laem took over the "Old Code".
As one of the authors of this grimoire, Master Laem can control this grimoire as well as heroin.
The "Old Codex" has undergone changes in the hands of Master La'em.
Its texture is thicker, and the energy it contains is like a mountain roaring and a tsunami, setting off a strong air current in the prison, as if it is about to collapse the ceiling.
Then the pages of the magic book were opened, and black smoke rolled out as the pages turned. The undead dragon's head loomed in the smoke, making a high-pitched hissing sound. The power of this moment was unparalleled.
The air blew Master Laem's clothes bulging, his hair and beard flying, and the wrinkles on his face were pulled upward by the blow, so that his face was deformed.
The powerful power is constantly released outwards, with unbridled impact.
Master Laem used all his strength to close the opened pages with difficulty.
All the visions disappeared instantly, and the black smoke was retracted into the seam of the book in a very short period of time.
The exhausted Master Laem sat down on the chair, breathing heavily, with fear in his eyes.
Helot stepped forward and fed Master Laem a bottle of recovery potion, and then asked: "What just happened?"
Master Laem murmured: "We What did you create? ""Master, are you talking about the "Old Code"?"
Master Laem looked at Herot again: "What are you? ”
"I am Broken Bones, a necromancer who learns magic from you."
"No!" Master Laem stared at Helot, as if to see through him: "Everything has a reason, I Knowing that it is impossible to create this magic book with your own knowledge, its specialness must be because of your specialness."
Helot was even more curious: "What did you see?"
"Life is the past of the dead, and death is the projection of life!"
Helot remembered that he had also obtained this piece of information from the "Code of the Old Days", but he did not know its meaning at the time. He asked Master Laem: "What does this mean?"
"I don't know!" Master Laem shook his head, and then gave the magic book in his hand to Helot: "Its power makes me feel scared, and my power cannot suppress it at all. It seems that only in your hands , it is docile."
Helot weighed the "Old Code" in his hands. He had never seen this book with such a violent side. This guy is usually like a pug. Generally, except for being greedy, he is very obedient.
I didn’t expect it to be a well-hidden tyrannosaurus.
Helot asked Master Laem: "What's its condition now?"
"It ate too much, it's full!" Master Laem's evaluation was very pertinent.
Helot asked again: "Is there a way to make it recover faster?"
"As long as you give it time, it can recover. Of course, you can also choose to completely release its full energy. ."
"How to do it?"
The "Old Code" became half-dead in Helot's hands, like a dog that was still acting coquettishly after eating, completely different from before. The state of going berserk.
Master Laem replied: "Of course it was a hearty battle."
Helot was a little puzzled: "I summoned it during actual combat training, but it didn't give me any response."
The recovered Master Laem laughed: "You were lazy and lying in bed. , Are you willing to be pulled up to work? You saw what it looked like just now, and it will definitely cheer up."
Helot looked at his hands. Magic Book: "Your acting skills are great! A battle has been arranged for you. I will throw you out when the time comes to see if you are still good?"
After saying that, Herot said Stuff the Old Codex into your space bag.
I have been worrying about this foodie for so long, so I must let it move well.
The problem with the "Old Code" was finally solved, and Helot talked with Master Laem about establishing the Kingdom of Death.
Dorotea, who is fighting in the field, has replied to the letter.
Supporting Master Zhanlan to found the country was originally a major prerequisite for her cooperation with Master Laem. Now that Master Zhanlan wants to found a country, she will certainly not refuse, and the more powerful Master Zhanlan will be, the greater his help will naturally be.
As for the Kingdom of Death wanting to place its capital next to Scorched Earth City, Dorotea didn't care.
Her goal is to seize the Royal Court of Decay, and the Scorched Earth City will become a thing of the past.
This vampire's brain circuit is still so strange.
Of course it saves a lot of trouble!
(End of this chapter)