The Necromancer's Slave Stockpile

After exchanging pleasantries with the Necromantic Apprentice, Li Ziran quickly walked along the road towards the back of the Corpse Mountain.

The further back you go from the Corpse Mountain, the fewer mosquitoes there are, especially when you reach the halfway point, when you can hardly see any rotting corpses anymore.

Stepping on it felt hard and solid, like stepping on normal marble. Of course, this wasn't stone; it was still a corpse.

However, the blood in the corpse had completely seeped away, leaving only pure leather and bones. After being specially suppressed by Undead, it formed this Bone-Flesh Fusion Block, comparable to solid stone.

This fused block is very hard; it is the essence of the entire Corpse Mountain, serving as both the foundation of the Mage Tower and the raw material for Necromancer to become strong and powerful Undead.

These fused blocks naturally form a rugged mountain path, leading upwards until a six-story Mage Tower can be seen in the distance.

The Mage Tower is shaped like a six-pointed star, corresponding to the six directions of the Corpse Mountain. A ring is formed around the six points, and around the ring, tiny, bony ants are scattered. These ants move aimlessly within the ring, and as they move, streaks of reddish-white energy can be seen converging from all directions, solidifying, and gathering in the central sphere of the Mage Tower.

Corpse Energy!

This is the Corpse Essence that naturally arises from the complete fermentation of the remains, after all elements have been expelled.

This energy, with just a little processing by the Necromancer, can be transformed into Necromantic Power that allows corpses to move. To put it bluntly, this Corpse Mountain is the true source of power for those Necromancer.

The fermentation of a Corpse Mountain is nearly ten thousand times stronger than the natural extraction of Necromantic Power. This energy fermented from corpses is even purer than that from Elemental Tide.

The higher the level of the Necromancer, the more they need Corpse Mountain to sustain them.

The small insects distributed within the circle are not living beings, but special characters condensed by the Necromancer using Necrotic Force based on his understanding of Bone Script. Only by moving around can these small insects gather energy.

Gegwu had told him that even if a Necromancer lost his army of the undead, as long as these little insects remained, he could instantly turn all the living beings in a city-state into the Undead.

Li Ziran looked at these insects with great joy. After all, he now had the Bone Script in his mind, and he recognized many of the characters formed by the insects. The only thing he didn't understand was the special connection between these insects.

Li Ziran originally wanted to observe these special characters further, since he wanted to achieve something in Undead and would inevitably use Necrotic Force to condense Bone Script in the future.

However, just as he stopped in front of the Mage Tower, the Mage Tower's doors opened, and a completely frozen woman walked over and bowed to him.

The woman was almost devoid of flesh and blood, resembling a skeleton covered with a layer of skin. Her eyes were completely empty, and through the eye sockets, one could even see the dried-up nerve network inside.

"Li Ziran, come up with her!" Sandrew's voice came from the woman's mouth.

Corpse Witch!

This is exactly what Li Ziran wanted most: to be almost like a normal person, except for not having the beautiful skin of a normal woman. Moreover, Sandrew was now using the method of Soul Transfer.

Li Ziran was somewhat excited, following closely behind the Corpse Witch, scanning every detail of the Corpse Witch from head to toe.

My attention only shifted after we entered the Mage Tower.

The first floor of the Mage Tower was very spacious, with all sorts of Undead, Skeleton, Death Knight, Bone Knight, Zombie, Blood Jiangshi, and Frozen Jiangshi lining the walls—too many to count.

This is the traditional structure of Necromancer's tower; Necromancer always like to use Undead to decorate their towers.

Li Ziran glanced around and saw that Sandrew's Mage Tower was quite spacious, with several more Mage Tower Gegwu's. However, the most common creatures here were Gargoyle and Bone Bird, as Gegwu was more adept at controlling Skeleton.

Li Ziran followed the Corpse Witch up the spiral staircase. The second floor was closed off; this was probably the potion room. Necromancer were mostly potion makers, and they would spend a lot of energy researching potions.

The third floor is a laboratory, also enclosed, which was within Li Ziran's expectations, as Necromancer are known throughout the world for their conservatism.

When he arrived at the fourth floor, Sandrew was smiling at him, with the door behind him wide open, and faint wails could be heard from inside.

It was probably a warehouse, and it likely contained Sandrew's slaves.

"Please, Lee, that girl's life is very precious!" Sandrew spoke politely, like a gentleman, but his eyes were fixed on the Frog on Li Ziran's waist, clearly trying to determine which one was the Butterfly Girl.

Li Ziran didn't mince words. He pointed to the third belt from the far left. Although he was eager for Sandrew to teach him some Corpse Witch summoning tricks, raising the child in the Butterfly Girl's belly was the more important matter.

The space on the fourth floor was noticeably narrower, only half the size of his pond. However, it was packed full of things. As soon as you walked in, you could see a lot of three-dimensional tanks, in which all kinds of creatures were soaking.

Formalin solution is the best preservation solution. Li Ziran could only preserve Frog carcasses in Palm Bottle, while Sandrew filled a three-dimensional tank, like a water vat, to the brim.

Atmosphere!

Rich.

"Can we begin now?" Li Ziran asked for permission.

"Of course, the sooner the better!" Sandrew seemed even more anxious than Li Ziran.

Li Ziran chuckled and walked forward. The first one he saw was a golden eagle. Their wings were Magic Organ that could gather Thunder Element. After a moment's thought, he reached into the three-dimensional tank. The instant his fingers touched it, the golden eagle turned into Frog, but the Frog had a pair of golden wings on its back.

He pulled a scalpel from his pocket, sliced off the wing in one swift motion, stuffed it into the solution bottle, and moved on to the next corpse.

Space Grasshopper!

Insect Race!

It possesses the ability to extract Spatial Element, and its most unique feature is its pair of teeth.

The moment Li Ziran saw the Space Grasshopper, his eyes lit up. This race was incredibly rare; they could never be found in the Wasteland. They lived only in the Chaotic Void and fed on the rarest spatial Elemental Bug.

I never expected Sandrew to have a corpse; he truly lives up to his Archmage Undead.

However, he didn't use his knife this time. Although the Space Grasshopper were very valuable, their corpses had no effect on living things, and there were none left. Even if they were lifelike, a dead thing was still a dead thing.

"Aren't there any slaves?" Li Ziran asked.

Sandrew smiled and led Li Ziran to the back of the three-dimensional tank, where he was immediately stunned by what he saw.

Behind the three-dimensional cylinder was a huge open space comparable to three football fields, with three straight horizontal paths extending straight to the end, as if running through the entire Blackwind Pass. But Li Ziran knew that was impossible; what he was looking at was the world's most precious Derivative Space technology.

In his mind, only ancient creatures like Great Dragon could create Derivative Space; he never imagined that this Mage Tower would be such a hidden world.

The three corridors were lined with cast iron cages, and at that moment, the clanging of chains could be heard, indicating that living creatures were struggling. If that were all, it wouldn't be so bad, but outside these iron cages, there were thirty horizontal bars, each with a creature hanging from it. These creatures were grunting and groaning, which immediately reminded Li Ziran of the pig slaughtering in his hometown during the New Year in his previous life.

These were the very sounds Li Ziran heard at the door.

"This..." He didn't know what to say. He just glanced at them and saw at least three hundred different creatures.

"So, is there a problem?" Sandrew asked patiently.

Li Ziran shook his head. If there were problems with such a large inventory, then he would be utterly incompetent. "No, we can get to work immediately!"

As he spoke, he arrived at the first cage, which contained an Elves with fiery red skin and droopy eyes. When Li Ziran approached, the elf suddenly raised its head and glared at him fiercely.

Elves?

This sample is good. It just so happens that he has seen the organ structure inside Jon's body. He wonders if the Fire Elf's Magic Organ have the same magical runes.

"Master, are there many Elves here?"

"Oh, what, are other options not acceptable?" Sandrew asked doubtfully.

"No, not really. Although all kinds of Magic Organ can be used, the internal organs of Elves are the best. They are made up of the same kind, so they are more stable. If they are pieced together from different sources, there might be bloodline incompatibility. Of course, I will also consider other races." Li Ziran was lying a bit. He wanted to find out whether the Magic Organ in the Elves' bodies were the same as those in Jon's body. Of course, he wasn't just making things up.

Different organs do indeed need to be standardized.

"Hmm..." Sandrew paused for a moment, "Not that many, are three hundred enough?"

"Three... hundred?" Li Ziran was somewhat taken aback.

"You'll have to make do for now. Their strength is a bit low, mostly Intermediate Mage. I'll go out and think of a way to transfer a batch over. The main problem is that these kinds of people are too low-level; there's no point in collecting them."

Li Ziran was speechless. A mid-level Elves was considered low-level? Was this some kind of showing off? He was already doing quite well if he could collect a set of organs from a low-level Elves.

"This is enough for now. Well then, Master, you prepare first, and I'll start with this one?" Li Ziran joked for a few moments, then opened the cell door. The instant he entered, a pillar of fire suddenly shot up from the ground, almost turning Li Ziran into a torch.

"You're asking for death!" Sandrew snarled, flicking his finger. Black spots immediately appeared on the Elves's surface, and the elf visibly withered away, turning into a dried-up corpse in the blink of an eye.

Li Ziran wanted to stop him, but Sandrew was too fast. He secretly regretted that Sandru's Magic Organ were completely destroyed. But when he turned around, he found that the space had completely changed.

Centered on him, a circle was formed, with iron cages arranged around its edge, and inside the cages were all Elves.

"Hehe, sorry, that guy's being disobedient. I think we should move his heart first." With a flick of his finger, a cage in the far distance suddenly disappeared, reappearing in front of Li Ziran. Inside was a pale-faced middle-aged Elves, his skin a pale blue—undoubtedly Wind Elf. "I've examined him. His heart and kidneys are Magic Organ. Let's operate on him first, to warm up our hands!"