Sewing puppet.
The shape of the sewing puppet is a palm-sized cloth doll. The left half is a male form, and the right half is a female form. The body is covered with sewing marks and silk threads. The whole body is black, traces of blood can be seen everywhere, and there is only one eye drawn with blood on the head.
Once the sewing puppet is successfully refined, it will always be followed by three prisoner soul guards around its body, which is also its only means of attack.
The three prisoner soul guards are incorporeal and cannot be touched by physical attacks. Every time they shuttle through the body of the target creature, they can take away part of the opponent's soul fragments and seal them in the body of the sewing puppet. within.
When the number of soul shards reaches a certain amount, the sewing puppet can launch a soul possessing technique, occupying the target's body for a short time. The probability of success of the spirit possession technique is related to the gap between the spiritual power of the sewing puppet and the target creature. The stronger the spiritual power of the target creature, the lower the success rate. If the mental power of the target creature is twice that of the sewing puppet, the spirit will be invalid!
Putting down the knowledge crystal, Greem analyzed it, and couldn't help but sigh secretly at the vastness and strangeness of the magic world. Such a sewing puppet itself is not very powerful, but it is extremely weird and unpredictable. Once there is no corresponding means to deal with it, it is easy to be brought down silently.
And this knowledge crystal should also have flowed out from the hands of a professional called a soul master.
Soul masters are not a race, but a special profession.
They may be of any race, any living body, and the characteristic of their profession is to divide the soul to concoct all kinds of strange soul slaves. Of course, these soul fragments cut from their own souls have a close connection with them that cannot be broken by any magic, and they will never worry about betrayal.
The servants made of soul fragments are themselves incorporeal, so they can ignore all physical defenses and directly attack the enemy's soul and spiritual consciousness. What's more, the soul slaves are one with them, and they can be commanded like arms and fingers, even if they are separated by a distant space, they will not feel any sluggishness.
However, the shortcoming of this kind of slave is also obvious, that is, once destroyed, it will cause the soul master's soul to be damaged, and it must take a long time to recover. If there are too many soul slaves destroyed by the enemy at one time, the soul master may also face the danger of soul collapse and spiritual consciousness dying out.
So just like the two sides of a sharp edge, safety and danger coexist!
At the end of the crystal of knowledge, of course, there is also the refining method of sewing ghost dolls and the ritual of possessing souls. With Greem's current ability and strength, it is completely possible to do it. So after hesitating for a while, Greem put the knowledge crystal in his arms, and began to silently calculate the cost-effectiveness of this kind of sewing puppet.
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Swamp of Sorrows.
Dirty mires and puddles are next to each other.
As far as the eye can see, this kind of muddy land full of dark silt and foul-smelling black water is everywhere in sight. The far end of the line of sight is covered by layers of thick water mist, making it difficult to get far.
Thick fog filled the air, and the land was silent.
But in this silence, there are unimaginable dangers and deaths.
Every pool in the Swamp of Sorrows may be inhabited by some sinister and cunning lurkers. They lurk quietly in the muddy and foul water, silently waiting for their prey to come to their door.
And the bottoms of these pools are connected by narrow and dirty waterways, which allows them to change their lurking positions or retreat silently. The prey can only perceive the approaching danger at the moment when they open their bloody mouths and pounce on them.
A loud bang broke the silence of the world.
A thick and scaly dragon leg stepped into a puddle, causing huge splashes and dots of mud.
"Damn..."
Asa the dragonman struggled to pull out his front legs while cursing loudly.
Its thick voice could be heard far away in the silent swamp, but Asa didn't care.
Because it is a dragon!
In the entire plane of Lance, if the dragon lords are high-ranking monarchs, then their servants who serve the dragons are nobles and nobles. In any region of the Lance plane, in front of any indigenous race in the Lance plane, the dragon people are undoubtedly the strongest fighters, the strictest tax collectors and the most impartial law enforcement officers.
No native dared to offend a noble dragonman, even if it was just an ordinary dragonman warrior or dragonman scout. As for the ambush of the dragon people, it is a heinous crime that will lead to the extinction of the entire tribe!
So even in the relatively unfamiliar Swamp of Sorrows, Asa, who exists as a dragonman scout, is still not worried, and instead violates the scout rules and makes noises that shouldn't be made.
Strange to say, the dragon scout Asa made such a loud noise, but instead of being attacked by the surrounding swamp creatures, it made them dive into the bottom of the water in a panic, and slipped away along the complicated and winding waterways.
Looking at the series of bubbles bubbling out of the turbid pool in sight, a ferocious smile appeared on the long and thin face of Dragonoid scout Asa.
Dragging his huge and heavy body, Asa quickly walked up the relatively solid mud path.
If you want to hang out in the Swamp of Sorrows, you must have the ability to recognize which mud grass can pass through at a glance, even if there is a quagmire under the mud grass. Otherwise, he would be stuck in the mud at every turn, which is also a kind of irony for Asa, who was born as a scout.
70 miles behind it, a huge army of dragonmen is marching mightily.
And Asa, as the dragonman scout sent out, on the one hand, has to clear up the ambushes that the team may encounter on the way, and on the other hand, needs to drive away those wild swamp creatures that don't have long eyes, lest they disturb the dragonman army's march .
In fact, in the plane of Lance, the guy who dared to ambush the dragon army has not yet been born. In Asa's memory, the last time he was ambushed was more than 30 years ago.
A lizard boy who was crazy because he couldn't afford the heavy tax recklessly attacked a dragon tax collector and threw a piece of mud at him. So in that area, no matter if it was a lizard tribe or a kobold tribe, as long as they could walk upright, they were all slaughtered by the dragon people.
Since then, wherever the dragon people go, all the indigenous tribes will panic and avoid them, lest they offend these noble dragon people by accident.
Therefore, when going out for a long distance, what the dragon scouts need to pay attention to is not the frightened native tribes, but the numerous wild monsters.
They are all ignorant and powerful, and not smart enough to distinguish which creatures they can provoke and which creatures they cannot provoke. So Asa is mainly responsible for driving them away!
After walking another 3 miles in the dark, hot and humid swamp, Asa suddenly stopped.
No... something is wrong here!
It was quiet, far more quiet than before, even the slight sounds of adders walking on the rotting branches and leaves, and leeches bubbling in the muddy sewage could no longer be heard.
The entire swamp area of Nuo Da was unexpectedly dead silent like never before, as if all the creatures here had died suddenly.
die…
As soon as this word came to mind, Asa felt something was wrong under him.
It quickly moved two steps, bent its body, and lowered its head, only to realize in horror that it had been hit.
A vague gray mist evaporated from the puddle below him, and the fine scales on Asa's lower body had been stained gray. And as the gray fog became more and more dense, the speed of gray erosion was still accelerating, and it spread rapidly to Asa's upper body.
What's this
toxin? Living thing? Or some strange ability of a monster
Still thinking quickly in his mind, Asa, as a dragonman scout, has been trained instinctively for many years and has driven him to quickly escape from the gray fog. When he fled to a nearby dirt road, Asa let out a low growl, and dazzling flames shot out from the scales all over his body.
The powerful physique of the dragon man endowed it with excellent magic resistance, and it was impossible for ordinary biological toxins to cause fatal damage to it. Therefore, after escaping the trap set by the enemy, Asa has already begun to increase his strength and is planning to counterattack.
However, when it violently stimulated the blood in its body, a huge dizziness enveloped its mind.
Asa staggered a few steps and almost fell down.
The dragon's legs, which were as thick and solid as stone pillars just now, were shaking now, and could no longer support the huge and heavy body.
Damn, what kind of toxin is this, so powerful...
Asa roared wildly again, and raised the heavy metal ax in his hand, intending to trigger a violent fireball into the sky to remind the dragon army behind him.
Unfortunately, just as it staggered upright and held up the big axe, a thin, withered black figure appeared indistinctly from the misty mist in front of it.
"Lie down! Lie down obediently! You met my poisonous woman Endo, you should lie down obediently..."
In the next second, it seemed that the black figure in front of him successfully cursed, and a sharp pain gathered from all the limbs and bones of his body, instantly crushing Asa's consciousness.
There was a loud bang.
The metal ax fell to the ground, and the huge body of the dragon scout slowly fell to the ground, splashing a bigger and more smelly sewage.
After knocking down the level 1 dragon scout, the poisonous woman Endo came to the dragon with a shriveled and shriveled body, grabbed most of the toxins out of his body. However, she still retained some toxins lingering in the dragon man's head, so that the other party would not wake up easily.
"Someone... carry it back!"
The poisonous woman Endor's voice was not loud, but it instantly triggered a riot in the surrounding environment.
In several large mud puddles within the sight range, sewage was flying across, and mud was splashing. More than a dozen huge construction machinery bodies crawled out of them, and gathered here with heavy steps.
Under the command of a goblin technician on the top of the open mechanical body, the engineering mechanical body swarmed up, lifted the unconscious dragonman, and ran into the depths of the mist.
And the poisonous woman Endo raised her old and sinister face, and looked in the direction where the dragon scouts came from afar.
"The female fire dragon's hands came down so fast! It seems that I will fight them in this Swamp of Sorrows..."
After talking to herself, the poisonous woman Endo put on her hood again, and disappeared into the field without a sound.