Panlong's infinite evolution

Chapter 63 Undead Index
"Sang Kun, what do you think the boss and that old man are doing in the cave? He secretly won't let us in." The golden retriever complained, twitching its nose.

I won't let you in!

Sang Kun curled his lips. In the past, he mostly guarded outside the cave.

"Didn't the young master say that he wants to carry on the inheritance of undead magic, let us guard him outside." Sang Kun still replied.

"Okay, what are you doing to inherit undead magic?" Jin Mao looked puzzled, "It's better to be a monster. You can improve your strength by eating, eating and sleeping. You don't have to study this all day long, inherit that..."

Sang Kun stared at the golden retriever enviously with two big eyes, and only this little guy could say such easy words.He eats and sleeps every day, sleeps and eats, and it took him four years to catch up with his strength of hundreds of years.

The little guy had just been weaned four years ago, and now he was able to kill a ninth-level monster. Unfortunately, he was still stuck at the peak of an eighth-level monster, and he didn't even have the qualifications to intervene.

As a magic pet, he couldn't help his master to fight, and Sangkun suddenly felt depressed, feeling like he was abandoned by the world.

The cave was filled with a strong smell of blood. Luo Lan stood in the corner, watching Zessler draw on the ground with his eyes. The blood as the guide and the magic core as the knot quickly formed a weird and complicated picture.

With the last stroke completed, Zessler breathed a sigh of relief and stood up.

"Master Sessler, can we start the inheritance?" Luo Lan immediately put aside the surprise in his heart and asked hastily.

"Don't worry, there's still one last step left." Saissler said as he took out a white bone plate from the interspatial ring, with blood-colored lines drawn on the bone plate.

"A drop of blood refined it." Saisler handed it to Luo Lan with some reluctance.

"What is this?" Luo Lan took it over and asked a little puzzled.

"Have you heard of the index of the undead?" Saissler asked back.

"Undead Index..." Luo Lan pondered for a moment, then guessed, "Could it be the evidence to enter the underworld."

"The meaning is similar." Zessler's eyes lit up, "The index of the undead is the condensed product of some underworld creatures after death. It may be a bone, a horn, or a piece of fur. These things contain natural patterns. It can be used as a necromancer to locate the coordinates of the underworld."

It is equivalent to the pointer in the game program.

Luo Lan nodded. As a citizen born in the age of information explosion in the 21st century, he still has the ability to accept this.

"I found this undead index from a corpse dragon of level nine. It is also the peak of the nine-level index. It was originally intended to be reserved for my students. This time it is cheaper for you." Saisler said angrily. .

This is the ninth-level undead index. When he accepted the inheritance, the teacher only gave him an eighth-level index.

"Is this index divided into grades?" Luo Lan also became mad in an instant, isn't it just a pointer, and why is it so complicated.

"Of course there are grades. Undead indexes are obtained from dead undead. Undead are divided into ten levels. From the first level of undead path sanctuary undead, the corresponding undead index is also divided into ten levels. However, the level of undead index below level seven It’s too low, it’s useless at all, only undead indexes of level seven and above can be used for positioning.”

"Then what's the difference between the different indexes?" Luo Lan realized that he had to be modest, as these things didn't seem to be mentioned in the original book.

"Necromancers need the help of the undead index to put their spiritual power into the underworld. This process will consume mental power, and the higher the level of the undead index, the lower the consumption of mental power. Of course, for the initial inheritors, the high-level undead index, It can increase the probability of success in inheritance.”

"Under the same conditions, using the seventh-level undead index, the probability of success in inheritance is about one percent."

"The eight-level undead index, the probability of success in inheritance is one in ten."

"The nine-level undead index, the probability of success in inheritance is one-fifth."

"The index of the undead in the sanctuary has a one-third chance of success."

"It is said that on top of the sanctuary undead index, there is also a god-level undead index, which can increase the success rate of inheritance to one-half. However, the god-level undead index has only appeared once in the history of Yulan Continent, but it disappeared immediately. , I’ve never seen it before.” There was a trace of regret on Zessler’s face.

"What, the nine-level undead index, the probability of success in inheritance is only one-fifth, and this probability is too low." Luo Lan raised the white bone plate in his hand and shouted. He was far less open-minded than he said just now, one-fifth A success rate of one, isn't this Nima equal to a four-fifths failure rate?

"Master Zessler, don't you have a higher-level undead index? I don't count on god-level ones, and sanctuary-level ones are fine." Luo Lan looked at Saisler pitifully.

"Bastard boy, do you think the sanctuary-level undead index is Chinese cabbage? The conditions for the formation of the undead index are extremely harsh, and high-level ones are extremely rare. I have lived for 800 years and only collected a sanctuary-level undead index." "Cessler was stupefied on the spot, staring at Luo Lan, blowing his beard and staring at Luo Lan angrily.

"You calm down first, I'm just kidding." Luo Lan rolled her eyes, and suddenly said with a smile: "How about that, you can lend me your sanctuary-level undead index , How about returning it to you after I pass it on?"

"Hey!" Saisler smiled wickedly, curled his lips, "It's not that good."

"The index of the undead is as important to a magician as his wife, how can he lend it to others casually." Zessler looked at Luo Lan with contempt.

"Hehe!" Luo Lan laughed dryly twice, but was speechless.Isn't it just to use the index of the dead, this old guy even moved out his wife.

Luo Lan was still unwilling, and tried to say: "Is it really worth it?"

"No!" Saisler waved his hand firmly.

Cheapskate, Luo Lan rolled his eyes several times.

"Don't let me borrow it, show it to me, it's okay, don't say no, even if it's your wife, you have to go out to meet people." Luo Lan looked at Sessler and said.

Zessler thought for a while, and seemed unable to refuse, so he nodded helplessly, "Brat, I'll just let you take a look."

As he spoke, he took out a piece of dark black rectangular Warcraft fur from the space ring, with some golden patterns mixed on it.

"This old man took this from the undead in the sanctuary, so be careful." Saisler handed it to Luo Lan with a proud face.

"Blow it, keep blowing it, even if you kill the undead in the sanctuary, it's not bad for you to deliver food to them." Luo Lan took it over, feeling a bit of slander in his heart.

Uh--

"This is the sanctuary-level undead index."

Luo Lan's eyes widened suddenly, and he stared at this piece of Warcraft fur without blinking. It seemed that he had seen this pattern somewhere before.

"How about it, little guy, look dumbfounded, I'm not bragging to you, there's no other undead index better than me in the entire Yulan Continent..." Saisler smiled smugly.

Luo Lan suddenly threw Sessler's Sanctuary Undead Index to the ground, turned around and ran out of the cave.

The pattern was very similar to what he'd seen on the hooked-nosed killer's captain's wrap.

"My sanctuary-level undead index." Seeing Luo Lan throwing it to the ground, Zessler's cheeks twitched in distress. Regardless of his [-]-year-old age, he pounced forward like a young boy and grabbed it with a hungry dog. Food posture, grab it in your hand before landing.

"Fortunately, it didn't fall on the ground." Zessler carefully checked it until it was confirmed that it was not damaged, then he let out a sigh of relief, wiped the dust that didn't exist on it, and hurriedly put it into the space ring.

Then he raised his head, pointed at the hole, and cursed: "Luo Lan, you bastard..."

"Master Sessler, what are you talking about!" Before Sessler uttered the last word, Roland rushed back like a gust of wind, and came in with the monster fur obtained from the captain of the hooked-nosed killer in his hand.

"This is..." Zessler's eyes were suddenly attracted by the things in Luo Lan's hands, and he pointed with his fingers, with an expression of disbelief.

(End of this chapter)