Unequal Skeleton Soldier Conversion, Medical Tent

The Murlocs charging at the very front had barely stepped into the halo's range when they let out shrieks so piercing they changed pitch, as if they had been doused in boiling oil.

Blue smoke rose from their slick skin. Their bodies convulsed violently, and they lost all signs of life almost instantly, collapsing limply onto the ground bathed in golden radiance.

The Murlocs following behind were also burned. They backed away in terror, babbling incoherently and crowding together, their bulging eyes filled with primal fear.

These dim-witted little creatures had finally realized they had fallen into a trap, but it was already too late.

Consecration, a Holy Light spell that dealt area damage, was still extremely effective. Before long, Rod had gained dozens of Murloc corpses.

Rod placed them directly into Necropolis City, then went fishing for another batch.

He strolled around on the opposite bank of the small river and skipped stones across the water for a while, drawing in several dozen more Murlocs.

Using the same trick, Rod cast Consecration again. This time, however, he chose to capture the Murlocs alive just as they were about to die.

In no time at all, Rod had captured over a hundred Murlocs—half dead, half alive.

After finishing this, Rod headed back toward the camp. On the way, he opened the Skeleton Conversion Field in the system space and tossed all the Murloc corpses inside.

Then he selected conversion. More than a dozen Murloc corpses glowed before transforming into Skeleton Soldiers. The results were ordinary Skeleton Soldiers.

But something was wrong with the numbers. He had put in more than fifty Murloc corpses, yet only one Skeleton Soldier had been converted.

What a scam. Maybe he had put in too many at once. Now he needed to see what the conversion efficiency was like.

This time, Rod selected ten unconscious Murlocs and put them in. Then he clicked Convert Skeleton Soldier, but the system informed him that the living sacrifices were insufficient to convert a Skeleton Soldier.

So Rod began adding more. Ten more, then twenty more—it still was not enough. Only when he added the fiftieth one did he finally have enough to convert a single Skeleton Soldier.

This conversion efficiency was merely acceptable. It was not too expensive, considering they were only the lowest-level Skeleton Soldiers. Rod was not asking for much.

Converting fifty Murlocs into one Skeleton Soldier was still quite cost-effective, judging by the Murlocs' vitality.

Fifty Murlocs possessed about as much vitality as one ordinary adult man. This was somewhat similar to the resurrection mechanism of Necromancy: only equal numbers and vitality could summon a skeleton.

Even if the number was enough, the vitality also had to be sufficient. Otherwise, it could not be converted into a Skeleton Soldier. It was just like the game's mechanics.

Anything put inside could be converted into a skeleton. Even if he put in a Skeleton Warrior, the result would still be a Skeleton Soldier.

Not bad at all. After all, Azeroth was crawling with Murlocs. As long as he was willing to spend some time, Rod could easily gather a skeleton army.

Since Murlocs could be converted into Skeleton Soldiers, then Gnolls, Kobolds, Trolls, Goblins, and even Orcs should probably be convertible too.

No, he could not target intelligent races. Low-level creatures like Murlocs, Kobolds, Gnolls, and Ogres would be his main targets.

In the future, Rod could issue a long-term adventurer quest for adventurers to clear out Murlocs, Kobolds, and Gnolls throughout Azeroth. He could reward them with some gold and collect the corpses, eliminating pests for the local residents while increasing his own Skeleton Soldiers.

He also needed to find some dragon corpses and see whether they could be converted into Bone Dragons. Azeroth had no shortage of dragon-like creatures besides the five great dragonflights.

Azeroth's Proto-Dragons, Nether Dragons, Twilight Dragons, and the like all counted as dragonkind. This special building, the Skeleton Conversion Field, had enormous potential.

When Rod returned to the camp, he found that everyone else had already begun dinner. Jaina handed him a bowl of wild vegetable soup and a piece of baked bread.

"Thank you, Jaina." Rod nodded, accepted his food, and began eating by himself.

"You're welcome. Where did you go for your walk?" the female mage asked curiously.

"I was planning to look around the area, but I ran into a group of Murlocs that didn't know their place and attacked me. I used the Holy Light spell I had just learned to clear them out. After that, I wasn't in the mood to keep wandering, so I came back," Rod said.

"Murlocs! Oh, then you must be careful. Those creatures are everywhere, and they're incredibly vicious. They often attack innocent civilians," Jaina said with a nod.

As the princess of Kul Tiras, she had grown up surrounded by the sea on all sides and had often encountered creatures like Murlocs. No human had any favorable impression of them—only disgust.

How wonderful would it be if there were no Murlocs in this world!

Rod smiled and began chatting with the female mage. The two exchanged idle remarks when several soldiers who had gone out to fetch water suddenly returned carrying a severely wounded man.

The injured soldier was in grave condition. The armor on his chest had been smashed, one of his legs was badly wounded, and he had even lost a leg. Uther immediately frowned and walked over. He cast a Holy Light spell on the soldier to stop the bleeding, but there was no way to restore the severed leg. Holy Light magic had powerful healing abilities, but it could not regenerate lost limbs.

Otherwise, the arm Alexandros had injured with shadow magic would not have remained unhealed for so long.

"What happened? Why were you soldiers attacked?" Uther asked.

"Lord Uther, we went to the river to fetch water. Everything was normal at first, but then, for some reason, the Murlocs nearby started rioting. More than a hundred Murlocs rushed us, and Kalis accidentally had one of his legs chopped off by a Murloc," one soldier said.

Uther nodded at this. Encountering a large-scale Murloc attack by a stream was nothing unusual. He could only say that the man had been unlucky.

Rod also walked over. The Murloc riot had probably been caused by him capturing over a hundred Murlocs, right? This guy really was unlucky.

After building the Necropolis faction's Blacksmith, Rod had purchased a Medical Tent from it for 750 units of gold.

During battle, the Medical Tent could restore health to his troops, but it could not revive them.

As for how much health the target recovered, that was entirely random, though it would be at least 1 to 25 points.

Rod had not tested its effectiveness outside of combat yet. In reality, he needed a severely injured unit to test it.

"Lord Uther, I have a special magical item that can treat this wounded soldier and repair his severed leg," Rod said.

His Medical Tent needed testing anyway. Hadn't a severely wounded patient just arrived?

In theory, the Medical Tent could regenerate severed limbs. That was within the scope of healing.

"A special magical item? It can restore his severed leg?"

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