The evaluation of the basic combat power data of the Puppet Knight is:
Strength>14 Dexterity>9 Constitution>12 Spirit>7 …
The basic combat power of the Flame Tyrant is evaluated by the chip as follows:
Strength 9 Dexterity 7 Constitution 11 Spirit 18...
If you really want to evaluate the gap in combat power between the two, you can only say that each has its own advantages and disadvantages.
The puppet knight is good at infinite strength, strong shield and sharp sword, and also has the skill of close combat. He can completely resist the wizard's violent bombardment and get close to the opponent and chop him to the ground. However, its spirit is only 7 points, which means that its own energy reserves cannot support the consumption of long-term battles.
This may be its only flaw!
As for the Raging Flame Tyrant, his physique and strength are enough to crush ordinary wizards and golems, but facing a top-level golem knight with excellent defense against both physical and monsters, his basic stats are not enough. The flame tyrant's spirit is super high, which allows him to unscrupulously pour a lot of witchcraft on the enemy. However, its total combat power is still much lower than that of Puppet Knight.
The inferior part is reflected in the addition of auxiliary equipment!
The main body of the puppet knight is made of ordinary magic iron alloy. This is actually a helpless move. After all, if an all-metal puppet with a height of 3 meters and a weight of 76 tons is all made of more advanced Mandasso alloy, the cost of the puppet knight's construction cost will be more than four or five times higher.
So in order to keep the cost down and maintain the powerful combat power of the Puppet Knight, the puppeteer of the Gretto family used the magic iron alloy to build the puppet's body, and then matched it with a tower shield of Mandasol alloy. In this way, both cost and combat power were taken into consideration, coupled with the integration of high-level knight souls, it also resulted in the terrifying combat power of the puppet knight sweeping away all opponents of the same level.
Compared with it, the tyrant of flames is better at long-range attacks.
So the two started a war, and the battle scene was more like a war between an elemental wizard and a body refining wizard!
If the opponent gets close, the elemental body of the Flame Tyrant cannot withstand the blow of the terrifying witch weapon at all. Once the body is dismantled, the strength of the Flaming Tyrant will decline severely, and it will be extremely difficult to win again!
So the key to the whole battle is how to keep a good distance from the opponent, and then use the continuous terrifying fireballs of the Flame Tyrant to knock down and smash the enemy.
Such a fine-grained combat skill is difficult to possess even if the spirit of the Flame Tyrant has reached 18 points. Sometimes intelligence does not fully represent wisdom, this is a truth that all wizards understand!
If the spirit could represent everything, why would a wizard accumulate knowledge day after day and sharpen his combat spellcasting skills. All the wizards stay in the wizard's tower and don't go anywhere, drinking potions, meditating crazily, and trying to boost their spirits...
Therefore, the only way for Raging Flame Tyrant to carry out this battle plan exactly is for Greem to go on the field in person, control the body of Raging Flame Tyrant with his own consciousness, and then perfectly cooperate with the chip.
Well, to do this, it seems that the Flame Tyrant still needs some modifications and fixes!
the second day.
When the red robe witch appeared in front of Greem again, what greeted her was a long list of items.
Contrary to Greem's expectations, seeing this list, the second-level red-robed witch, Nunnally, was not only not angry, but was overjoyed, and immediately ordered Angus, who was closely behind, to do so in full.
It can be seen that in the early contact with the Gretor family, Lady Nunnali obviously suffered a huge humiliation. So when Greem showed her confidence in the Upanishad, she immediately used her authority to give him full support.
The time agreed by the two families is set in 7 days, so there is not much time left for Greem!
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Liana Mushroom Cottage.
This is a witch's dwelling that sits on top of a small dark swamp.
A total of less than ten acres of land, under the guidance of the strange witch array, gave people a strange feeling of being in a boundless black swamp.
There are muddy and filthy pools of smelly water everywhere on the ground, and the slowly tumbling water is surprisingly viscous. The damp mist rose up and gathered above the dark swamp, blocking the ubiquitous bright sunshine of the Sky City, making the dark swamp even darker and more gloomy.
Holding Alice by the hand, Greem walked cautiously between the muddy puddles, never daring to let his feet be stained with a trace of muddy pool water.
The data projected into his mind by the chip showed that these foul-smelling pools of water are extremely poisonous, and even the air in this swamp is full of toxicity. Ordinary people would die suddenly if they took a breath here, but wizards like him could still breathe freely.
It's just that every time he inhales, the terrifying high temperature in his nasal cavity, trachea, and alveoli will kill countless virus-causing bacteria. The energized body is no longer afraid of this biological toxin! Then as he exhaled, a black gas visible to the naked eye would spurt out.
These are the remnants of dead toadstools!
Most of the resources he needed to transform the Flame Tyrant had already been prepared by the Byron family, but some rare resources were still lacking. After inquiring by Mrs. Nunnally, the second-level witch Lianna who lives in seclusion in this mushroom hut seems to be in stock, so Greem can only come to visit in person.
As for why Lady Nunnally didn't come in person, the reason is simple and speechless.
This Lady Liana seems to be a witchist with a weird temper. She absolutely hates all "pseudo-witches"!
In her opinion, only those witches who have the inheritance of ancient witch knowledge and adhere to witch beliefs and traditions are real witches. The truth of witches lies in the choice of fate and the guidance of the king of witches, and those who no longer believe in the king of witches can only be called female wizards, not worthy of the title of witches at all.
So unfortunately, Lady Nunnally has also become one of the objects rejected by Witch Lianna!
Before stepping into the dark swamp, Greem was even able to see a corner of the second-tier witch's mushroom hut through the hazy mist and the gap between the whirling ghost trees. But since he walked into this swamp, he was allowed to walk for an hour, changing the line of defense several times on the way, and always keeping a close distance from the mushroom hut.
Looking back now, even the entrance to the time of arrival has become invisible.
The mud in the foul-smelling pool was churning, as if some strange monster was stirring below. And the jagged ghost tree whirling beside him also began to sway, baring its teeth and waving its claws, making people's heart palpitate!
Sensing the trembling from Alice's little hand, Greem smiled slightly and said, "Alice, are you scared?"
"Hmph, I'm not afraid!" Alice still insisted: "You think I don't know the traditions of witches?"
"What traditions do witches have?"
"The witches all believe in the Witch King, so they are not allowed to kill each other directly, otherwise they will be regarded as a common enemy by all witches!"
"Oh? There is such a saying?" Greem asked suspiciously: "If you accidentally fell into the poisonous water pool and was poisoned to death, would it be considered as direct murder by the other party?"
"Of course it is, otherwise any witch can use this method to kill the guy he doesn't like!"
As soon as Alice's words fell to the ground, a dense white mist floated in the pool beside her, lingering around her side by side, and soon formed a pale and ugly old woman's face in front of her.
"Little guy, don't talk so much. You are not a real witch, killing you is not a violation of the witch's oath!" The old witch in the smoke smiled faintly.
"But I'm already a candidate for the Witch of Fate! If you kill me, doesn't it mean that you have participated in the selection of the Witch of Fate?" Although Alice has a young face, she should have a lot of knowledge. The question she asked The question is equally sharp.
"The little guy really has sharp teeth. Well, for the sake of this little guy, I'll make an exception to see you!"
As soon as the old witch finished speaking, the stinking pool became calm again.
There were no branches or leaves on the whole body, only skinny and wrinkled bark. The ghost tree made a harsh sound and began to slowly move its body to the sides of the road.
But the mushroom hut that had been looming in the distance broke through the fog and appeared in front of them strangely.
Greem took Alice one step forward before stepping onto a gray lawn floating in the middle of the pool. And the mushroom hut is located in the middle of this lawn.
The lawn is not big, only one acre in size.
The mushroom hut is even more inconspicuous, the low one is only one and a half meters high, and the radius is less than five meters.
However, compared with the "smallness" of the mushroom hut, Greem was even more surprised by its shabby and dilapidated condition.
Seriously speaking, this mushroom hut is actually more like a dilapidated house commonly found in slums.
It was crooked, and the corners were covered with dense spider webs. The bacteria that should have been soft and shiny were now dark and dilapidated, as if they had lost their vitality.
"Come in! You two." An old sharp voice came from the cabin.
Greem gritted his teeth, and could only bend down and lead Alice into the mushroom hut.
What surprised Greem was that the room was not as cramped as he had imagined. Even with his height of 2 meters, he can straighten his body smoothly, and there is still nearly half a meter of space between the top of his head and the old ceiling.
This mushroom hut actually had two floors. Through the huge gaps in the dilapidated wooden boards, Greem could even see that the room above his head was a simple study.
In the center of the hut on the first floor is a crooked column with huge mold spots.
In the corner of the house in the distance, on top of the blazing fire pond, a huge and ugly crucible was boiling an unknown soup with a pale green color. What floats up and down on it is either terrifying white eyes, or the arms of unknown creatures, or human heads without even a trace of flesh and blood...
An indescribable pungent smell lingered in the room, making Greem's face turn green as soon as he inhaled it.
Damn, this soup is poisonous!