Skeleton Conversion Field, Lots of Murlocs?

After temporarily shaking off Uther, Rod finally let out a sigh of relief. How badly did that old man want to pull him into the ranks of the paladins?

Once he started studying warlock arts, or druidic and mage magic in the future, those warlocks and druids would probably go just as crazy, right?

This was something he needed to watch out for in the future. He could not act so outrageously gifted when learning magic, or he might scare people.

During the past few days on the road, Rod had also constructed five buildings. First, he built a Graveyard capable of producing zombies and a Mausoleum that produced ghosts. Pasture City could now produce three types of troops.

He had also built a Spirit Tower. The Spirit Tower could increase the number raised by Necromancy by 10%, bringing the current post-battle resurrection rate to 20%.

On the fourth day, Rod chose to build a Tomb, which increased weekly skeleton production by six.

On the fifth day, Rod chose to build a Skeleton Conversion Field. Each of these three buildings cost 1,000 units of gold, making them an excellent bargain.

The Skeleton Conversion Field was a special building of the Necropolis faction. It could convert any creature into skeleton soldiers. Dragons and hydras, however, could be directly converted into the strongest level-six troops, Bone Dragons.

This building had been extremely important in the game, since it could turn useless zombies into useful skeleton soldiers. It could also convert trash troops from non-Necropolis dwellings he captured in the wilderness after bringing them back to the city.

After completing the building, Rod could not wait to test the effects of his Skeleton Conversion Field. In the game, this building could only convert troop units he had recruited himself.

But according to its description, the Skeleton Conversion Field could convert captured soldiers, as well as the corpses of other units.

That evening, while everyone was setting up camp, Rod finally found an opportunity. There was a large stream beside their campsite.

Watching the fully armed Lordaeron soldiers head off to fetch water with weapons in hand, Rod fell into thought.

As everyone knew, anywhere in Azeroth with water was bound to have creatures known as Murlocs.

As long as you approached a body of water, these numerous little monsters, only a few dozen centimeters tall and constantly babbling, would rush at you.

So when drawing water in certain areas, you had to be fully armed and extremely careful. Otherwise, those babbling little monsters might pounce on you and tear you to pieces in an instant.

Although Murlocs were low-level creatures, some of their elders could surprisingly use shamanic spells, such as casting bolts of lightning. That gave humans quite a headache.

It was not as though humans had never organized large-scale exterminations of these harmful creatures, but every major purge only bought them one or two months of peace.

Then vast numbers of fish eggs would hatch into Murlocs again. And over the past decade or so, the Alliance had constantly been at war abroad, either resisting Orc invasions or fighting the Scourge.

As a result, large numbers of Murlocs would occasionally emerge from the major streams around Lordaeron.

At that moment, Rod had a bold idea. He could secretly kill a few Murlocs and toss them into the Skeleton Conversion Field, or capture a few alive and throw them in.

He wanted to see whether they could be converted into skeleton soldiers. If they could, he would strike it rich. In Azeroth, Murlocs reproduced in tremendous numbers, just like fish in a lake.

These little fellows reached sexual maturity within a year and then bred offspring. As long as you had a large pond, you could raise them like livestock.

Of course, you needed some strength yourself. Otherwise, a Murloc shaman might hit you with Chain Lightning, and you would be dead.

"What's wrong, Rod? What are you thinking about?" Jaina asked when she saw that Rod seemed distracted.

"Jaina, I just learned some Holy Light spells, and I'm feeling a little stifled. I want to go for a walk." Rod planned to find an excuse to leave camp first and catch some Murlocs by the lake.

"Rod, you want to invite me to take a walk with you, don't you?" A teasing smile immediately appeared on the female mage's face.

Quite a few men had tried using this trick to ask her out, suggesting they go for a walk somewhere or admire the nearby scenery.

It was a common dating tactic between young men and women. The one who liked using it most was a certain thousand-year-old prince from Dalaran.

But come on, a thousand-year-old old man trying to court a twenty-year-old human girl like her? Was he joking?

To be honest, Prince Kael'thas was indeed handsome and dashing, but the moment Jaina thought of his age, she lost all interest. Besides, at the time, she had still been thinking about Arthas.

Now Rod wanted to invite her too. He was also an outstanding mage. Should she agree or not?

Just as the female mage was torn, Rod's answer caught her completely off guard.

"You misunderstood, Jaina. I meant I wanted to take a walk by myself." Rod smiled at Jaina, then stood up, turned, and left, leaving the female mage utterly bewildered.

What was going on? This was completely different from what she had imagined! Wasn't he planning to invite her?

"Rod, I can come with you. I happen to want to look around nearby too," Jaina called out tentatively.

"No need. I prefer walking alone," Rod's voice drifted back from the distance.

"..." Jaina touched her fair cheek and even took out a mirror to inspect herself. Had she been too busy these past few days? Did she look a little worse than usual, causing her charm to plummet?

Sitting nearby, Uther shook his head helplessly. Arthas, you idiot! Your childhood sweetheart, that female mage, might very well fall for someone else!

King Terenas and Admiral Daelin both wanted to bring the two together. A marriage alliance between Lordaeron and Kul Tiras would benefit both nations.

Fortunately, this boy Rod was also as dense as a block of wood. Jaina had treated Rod very well throughout the journey.

Yet Rod barely paid her any attention. It was simply ridiculous. If Uther had been a few decades younger, he definitely would have pursued Jaina himself.

Rod deliberately wandered along the lakeshore, and sure enough, he soon heard a series of strange babbling cries. More than a dozen Murlocs, only a few dozen centimeters tall and wielding rotten fish bones or broken wooden clubs, charged out.

The vicious little creatures immediately pounced on Rod when they saw him, seemingly intent on tearing him apart.

A faint smile appeared on Rod's lips. Golden light instantly spread across the ground beneath him as he directly cast Consecration. Against such low-level creatures, a single area-of-effect Holy Light attack spell was enough.

In just an instant, the Murlocs that had approached Rod dropped dead.

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