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Chapter 319
chapter 273 part 1
Chapter 272: Resurrecting the Lizardman Crusch Lulu, and the Gold-Delivering Demi-humans
Upgrading "Heating" and "Papermaking" to the tenth-tier cost a total of seven skill points.
"The Ninja class has reached max level, and I now have 568 magic power. With the passive buff, a tenth-tier spell only costs 35 points," Tang Zheng thought. "By maintaining a certain level of magical combat power, I only need to cast 'Tenth-Tier Papermaking' ten times a day to create one tenth-tier blank magic scroll."
"Based on my current magic power alone, if I start producing them now, I'll be able to stockpile over a thousand tenth-tier magic scrolls by the time the Bone King arrives."
"I can always adjust this later when I have more magic power."
A smile appeared on Tang Zheng's face as he thought of this. Who said he didn't have resources? He had them now.
"Unfortunately, anything created by a shadow clone cannot be preserved. Otherwise, I'd have even more resources."
Tang Zheng shook his head.
It was just like when he had used a shadow clone to summon an angel; once the clone vanished, the angel disappeared along with it.
Any item produced by a shadow clone would vanish when the clone did, extinguishing Tang Zheng's idea of using them as humanoid factories working for him.
"'Raise Dead' also needs to be upgraded. My faith-type spellcaster level wasn't high enough before, but now I can raise it again."
After adjusting his magic power, Tang Zheng set up the magic ritual again and activated it.
He successively acquired the Seventh-Tier "Resurrection" and the Ninth-Tier "True Revive." Compared to low-tier resurrection magic, being revived by "True Revive" not only resulted in a level drop of just two levels, but it didn't even require a corpse.
It was already considered the highest class of resurrection magic.
【Skill Points: 74 → 65】
When casting "True Revive," Tang Zheng didn't just cast it into the air; he truly resurrected someone—or to be more precise, a demi-human.
The white, holy light slowly dissipated.
The body he had just taken from his item box—a slender figure covered in fine, white scales—began to breathe again as her chest regained its warmth.
"Ah!"
The lizardman, Crusch Lulu, sat up in terror, her round, crimson eyes filled with lingering fear as she trembled all over.
"Where is this..."
Confusion, doubt, and a storm of other emotions flooded her mind. Crusch Lulu remembered that she was supposed to have died at the hands of that human.
The last moment of her memory was nothing but endless darkness and cold.
So hot...
As Crusch Lulu's senses returned, she gradually became aware of the scorching, terrifyingly high temperature and the rolling heat waves around her.
The fine, slick white scales covering her body quickly dried and cracked. A burning pain surged through her, as if countless ants were biting her.
As a lizardman who lived in the wetlands and near rivers and lakes, a humid environment was the only suitable place for her to live and survive.
"So hot, it hurts so much..."
Crusch Lulu let out a pained groan. She propped herself up with her weak arms, trying to get up, though she still had no idea what had happened.
Why was she resurrected? And where was this place?
But the burning, painful sensation all over her body and her biological instincts told her that she had to get out of here quickly, or she would "die"!
Crusch Lulu pushed against the ground with both hands. The weakness from her recent resurrection made her body sway slightly. Her vision blurred as she looked ahead, where a figure stood.
Her gaze traveled upward.
A familiar face came into view.
"A human..."
Crusch Lulu's red pupils contracted. All her confusion, doubt, and bewilderment transformed in that instant into a deep-seated fear from the bottom of her heart.
"Welcome back."
A gentle voice drifted over softly.
To Crusch Lulu's ears, it was more effective than any spirit-boosting medicine or magic. The fear and coldness in her heart, and even the burning, stinging pain that coursed through her body, seemed to weaken considerably.
"This doesn't seem like a suitable place to talk. Let's go somewhere else."
This was the last sentence Crusch Lulu heard before her consciousness faded once more.
In the great wetland north of the Great Forest of Tob.
Around a medium-sized lake, many wooden houses had been built, and numerous lizardmen were busy at work.
On the shore of the lake, two sturdy lizardmen were hauling up all sorts of lively aquatic creatures like fish, shrimp, and crabs, easily filling two large wooden barrels.
Fat, fresh fish continuously flopped in the wooden barrels, making "pat-pat" sounds.
One of the lizardmen placed wooden lids on the barrels to prevent the fish and shrimp from escaping.
This was clearly a bountiful harvest.
But the two lizardmen merely hoisted the large wooden barrels onto their backs in silence and headed back toward their settlement.
Such a harvest would have been a rare sight in the past. The elders of the settlement would even have to worry about the problem of food.
But now, with the entire lizardman race reduced to a population of only a few hundred, food was no longer an issue.
Should they thank the human who massacred them for this?
The two lizardmen glanced at each other, both seeing the wry, helpless smiles in the other's eyes.
"What's that?" Suddenly, one lizardman looked up, gazing warily at a figure standing on the distant edge of the lake, completely wrapped in straw.
"Go back quickly, report to the Tribe Leader!"
The other lizardman immediately dropped the supposedly precious food and turned to run towards the tribe, leaving the other one to stand guard.
The tribe, as it was now, could not afford any more losses.
The panicked actions of the two lizardmen were apparently noticed by the figure wrapped in straw. It stood still for a moment before turning and departing into the distance.
Not long after, dozens of lizardman warriors rushed out from the tribe. After learning what had happened from the lizardman who had stood guard, they charged toward the spot where the mysterious figure had been. But after a thorough search, they found nothing and could only let the matter drop.
Looking at Crusch Lulu, who was wrapped head to toe in straw, Tang Zheng smiled faintly. "Have you seen enough?"
"Yes."
Crusch Lulu lowered her head. "Thank you, Lord, for allowing the lizardman race to survive."
She knew very well that, given the circumstances at the time, if the human before her had wished it, their lizardman race would have likely vanished completely from the great wetland.
"The one leading the lizardman tribe now should be the traveler from the former Dragon Tooth Tribe. With his strength, he should be sufficient to ensure you lizardmen can survive safely in this wetland," Tang Zheng said casually after a moment of thought.
Chapter 272: Resurrecting the Lizardman Crusch Lulu, and the Gold-Delivering Demi-humans
Upgrading "Heating" and "Papermaking" to the tenth-tier cost a total of seven skill points.
"The Ninja class has reached max level, and I now have 568 magic power. With the passive buff, a tenth-tier spell only costs 35 points," Tang Zheng thought. "By maintaining a certain level of magical combat power, I only need to cast 'Tenth-Tier Papermaking' ten times a day to create one tenth-tier blank magic scroll."
"Based on my current magic power alone, if I start producing them now, I'll be able to stockpile over a thousand tenth-tier magic scrolls by the time the Bone King arrives."
"I can always adjust this later when I have more magic power."
A smile appeared on Tang Zheng's face as he thought of this. Who said he didn't have resources? He had them now.
"Unfortunately, anything created by a shadow clone cannot be preserved. Otherwise, I'd have even more resources."
Tang Zheng shook his head.
It was just like when he had used a shadow clone to summon an angel; once the clone vanished, the angel disappeared along with it.
Any item produced by a shadow clone would vanish when the clone did, extinguishing Tang Zheng's idea of using them as humanoid factories working for him.
"'Raise Dead' also needs to be upgraded. My faith-type spellcaster level wasn't high enough before, but now I can raise it again."
After adjusting his magic power, Tang Zheng set up the magic ritual again and activated it.
He successively acquired the Seventh-Tier "Resurrection" and the Ninth-Tier "True Revive." Compared to low-tier resurrection magic, being revived by "True Revive" not only resulted in a level drop of just two levels, but it didn't even require a corpse.
It was already considered the highest class of resurrection magic.
【Skill Points: 74 → 65】
When casting "True Revive," Tang Zheng didn't just cast it into the air; he truly resurrected someone—or to be more precise, a demi-human.
The white, holy light slowly dissipated.
The body he had just taken from his item box—a slender figure covered in fine, white scales—began to breathe again as her chest regained its warmth.
"Ah!"
The lizardman, Crusch Lulu, sat up in terror, her round, crimson eyes filled with lingering fear as she trembled all over.
"Where is this..."
Confusion, doubt, and a storm of other emotions flooded her mind. Crusch Lulu remembered that she was supposed to have died at the hands of that human.
The last moment of her memory was nothing but endless darkness and cold.
So hot...
As Crusch Lulu's senses returned, she gradually became aware of the scorching, terrifyingly high temperature and the rolling heat waves around her.
The fine, slick white scales covering her body quickly dried and cracked. A burning pain surged through her, as if countless ants were biting her.
As a lizardman who lived in the wetlands and near rivers and lakes, a humid environment was the only suitable place for her to live and survive.
"So hot, it hurts so much..."
Crusch Lulu let out a pained groan. She propped herself up with her weak arms, trying to get up, though she still had no idea what had happened.
Why was she resurrected? And where was this place?
But the burning, painful sensation all over her body and her biological instincts told her that she had to get out of here quickly, or she would "die"!
Crusch Lulu pushed against the ground with both hands. The weakness from her recent resurrection made her body sway slightly. Her vision blurred as she looked ahead, where a figure stood.
Her gaze traveled upward.
A familiar face came into view.
"A human..."
Crusch Lulu's red pupils contracted. All her confusion, doubt, and bewilderment transformed in that instant into a deep-seated fear from the bottom of her heart.
"Welcome back."
A gentle voice drifted over softly.
To Crusch Lulu's ears, it was more effective than any spirit-boosting medicine or magic. The fear and coldness in her heart, and even the burning, stinging pain that coursed through her body, seemed to weaken considerably.
"This doesn't seem like a suitable place to talk. Let's go somewhere else."
This was the last sentence Crusch Lulu heard before her consciousness faded once more.
In the great wetland north of the Great Forest of Tob.
Around a medium-sized lake, many wooden houses had been built, and numerous lizardmen were busy at work.
On the shore of the lake, two sturdy lizardmen were hauling up all sorts of lively aquatic creatures like fish, shrimp, and crabs, easily filling two large wooden barrels.
Fat, fresh fish continuously flopped in the wooden barrels, making "pat-pat" sounds.
One of the lizardmen placed wooden lids on the barrels to prevent the fish and shrimp from escaping.
This was clearly a bountiful harvest.
But the two lizardmen merely hoisted the large wooden barrels onto their backs in silence and headed back toward their settlement.
Such a harvest would have been a rare sight in the past. The elders of the settlement would even have to worry about the problem of food.
But now, with the entire lizardman race reduced to a population of only a few hundred, food was no longer an issue.
Should they thank the human who massacred them for this?
The two lizardmen glanced at each other, both seeing the wry, helpless smiles in the other's eyes.
"What's that?" Suddenly, one lizardman looked up, gazing warily at a figure standing on the distant edge of the lake, completely wrapped in straw.
"Go back quickly, report to the Tribe Leader!"
The other lizardman immediately dropped the supposedly precious food and turned to run towards the tribe, leaving the other one to stand guard.
The tribe, as it was now, could not afford any more losses.
The panicked actions of the two lizardmen were apparently noticed by the figure wrapped in straw. It stood still for a moment before turning and departing into the distance.
Not long after, dozens of lizardman warriors rushed out from the tribe. After learning what had happened from the lizardman who had stood guard, they charged toward the spot where the mysterious figure had been. But after a thorough search, they found nothing and could only let the matter drop.
Looking at Crusch Lulu, who was wrapped head to toe in straw, Tang Zheng smiled faintly. "Have you seen enough?"
"Yes."
Crusch Lulu lowered her head. "Thank you, Lord, for allowing the lizardman race to survive."
She knew very well that, given the circumstances at the time, if the human before her had wished it, their lizardman race would have likely vanished completely from the great wetland.
"The one leading the lizardman tribe now should be the traveler from the former Dragon Tooth Tribe. With his strength, he should be sufficient to ensure you lizardmen can survive safely in this wetland," Tang Zheng said casually after a moment of thought.
