Born a dragon, I'm sorry?

Chapter 106

"Your Majesty, all the materials you need are here."

In the dragon's nest, Wangcai knelt on one knee and respectfully handed over a storage ring that was shining with light.

"Ha~~"

On the huge "dragon bed", Irene yawned like a salted fish that had lost its dream, and opened her hazy eyes.

The huge dragon body was now limply lying on its back, like a turtle that couldn't turn over.

Beside her, there were books piled up in a mess like a hill.

As a dragon who "loves learning", Irene finally resisted the sleepiness and flipped through all the undead magic books that she had extorted.

Now, although it can't be said that she has mastered it thoroughly, at least she has remembered most of the knowledge points with the super memory of the dragon brain, and successfully advanced to become a half-necromancer.

As for why it is said to be half-name,

That's because Irene is still only at the level of talking on paper. She has a lot of knowledge but has not tried to summon the undead. Naturally, she can't be called a formal necromancer.

Because of this, she asked Wangcai to collect a lot of magic materials, prepare to practice, and then sleep peacefully.

"Creaky-creaky--"

Amid the sound of the bed board being overwhelmed, Irene slowly got up from the bed and stretched her body lazily.

She perfectly showed the dragon body that was thinner than other types of dragons, but extremely powerful.

After giving herself a halo of rationality, Irene's eyes suddenly became clear.

She turned over and jumped off the bed, and her body shrank rapidly in the air.

When she landed, she was already in the posture of a girl.

Under the fluttering black and red magic robe, Irene walked in front of Wangcai and took the storage ring from his hand.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Erin said casually, and waved Wangcai to step aside.

She began to take out magic materials from the storage ring, and set up a complicated magic circle on the ground.

If it was just to summon ordinary undead, it would not be so troublesome.

Take the most basic undead unit, the skeleton soldier, as an example. You only need to sacrifice a part of magic power or other valuable things to summon a cheap and easy-to-use skeleton soldier from the underworld, which is very suitable for cannon fodder.

If there is a ready-made corpse, it will be even simpler. You only need to resurrect the corpse as an undead and use it for yourself.

The reason why Erin went to such great lengths to set up the magic circle is that she is going to directly transform a lich.

That is, the old golden-level wizard Rudolf who has always maintained the old popsicle state.

For Erin, who has just entered the field of necromancer, it is undoubtedly a bit excessive to transform a lich right away.

The difficulty is almost equivalent to asking a college student who has only learned nuclear fission theory to rub a nuclear bomb by hand.

Once it fails, a large amount of magic materials will be scrapped, and the loss is not something that ordinary people can bear.

Fortunately, Irene is not a human, but a rich dragon.

With the blessing of money, she has many opportunities to try and fail.

After a lot of work, after arranging the lich transformation array, Irene put the experimental raw materials that had been prepared long ago, that is, Rudolph, who was frozen into an old popsicle, in the middle of the array.

Next to him, there is also a black box.

It is a life box prepared in advance, and it is also the most important thing for every lich.

The soul of the lich is lodged in the life box, and the body walks outside. As long as the life box is not destroyed, even if the body is killed, it can be resurrected in the life box.

It's just that it takes a long time without external intervention.

Irene clasped her hands together, closed her eyes and prayed silently: "Heaven, earth, Tiamat, bless me to hit the target!"

Then she opened her eyes and shouted in a deep voice: "Resurrection! My SSR!"

As soon as the words fell, the runes on the magic circle flickered.

This meant that the magic circle had been activated.

The ritual of lich transformation began.

Dark mist emerged from the magic circle, and at the same time, groups of dark green flames appeared out of thin air, floating in the air, and gradually flew towards Rudolf in the center of the magic circle.

The black mist became thicker and thicker, and the entire dragon's nest was filled with a gloomy atmosphere.

Even Wangcai, who was guarding on the side, couldn't help but take a step back.

Irene's robe moved without wind, but she didn't care. Her eyes were fixed on the magic circle in front of her.

In the middle of the magic circle, the body frozen into an old popsicle was changing imperceptibly.

The skin, which was originally only slightly pale, became older at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if most of the moisture had been absorbed, and it was wrinkled like old tree bark.

This was the corroding energy of the undead.This body!

Time passed by minute by minute.

Under Irene's gaze, the body gradually responded.

His fingers trembled.

The silent body was reviving as a dead person.

Until a certain moment, a faint blue flame appeared in the empty heart position of this old body.

The faint green flames floating around the magic circle were extinguished at the same time.

The next moment.

The body in the center of the magic circle opened its eyes.

The eyes were turbid and scattered, and it didn't look like a living person at first glance.

Then.

He moved.

This body covered with ice chips, which was no different from the old bacon just taken out of the freezer, slowly moved.

He tried to get up from the ground.

But his movements were too stiff, like the zombies in some movies on Earth.

It took him a long time to get up and limped towards Irene.

As he walked, his upper and lower jaws kept colliding, making a crackling sound.

Along with the sound, pieces of ice and snow fell off his body, leaving a trail of his footsteps on the ground.

He wanted to meet his master!

"Your Majesty, is this, successful?" Wangcai stepped forward and looked at this "zombie" with some doubts, always feeling that this was a little different from the rumored lich.

"No."

Irene looked at the low-level undead that came in front of her, stretched out her hand without hesitation, pinched the undead's neck, and broke its neck with a force.

But for undead creatures, the fatal injury to ordinary life cannot really kill them.

After all, they are dead things.

But then, a ray of magic light flashed, and the soul fire in the zombie's chest was extinguished on the spot.

Letting go, Rudolf, who was resurrected from the dead and killed again, fell to the ground powerlessly.

Irene clapped her hands helplessly and said the second half of the sentence: "Failed..."

This is normal. Irene is just a beginner. Without any practical experience, the success rate of this complex ritual of lich transformation is not high.

Irene was not discouraged. She took out more magic materials from the storage ring and immediately conducted the second experiment.

As the magic circle was activated, the corpse moved again.

But this time, he still looked irrational and stood there in a daze.

Irene was too lazy to do it and asked Wangcai to go up and kill him.

For Wangcai, who has already advanced to the silver level, killing a low-level undead of the black iron level is too simple.

So, the low-level undead who had just been resurrected fell into darkness again before he could figure out what was going on.

The third experiment.

"Ugh..."

"Boom!"

The corpse just got up and let out a roar, and Irene directly used a magic explosion to blow away the soul fire that had just ignited in the chest of the newly born undead.

The fourth experiment...

The fifth experiment...

The sixth experiment...

......

The fifth day...

After killing Rudolph, who had been resurrected as a low-level undead, in seconds again, Irene's eyes were already a little dull.

The little sleepiness that was originally left was gone.

The large amount of magic materials wasted made her feel like her heart was bleeding.

She only felt that the north wind was so cold, and her heart was so cold.

Hundreds of experiments.

Not a single success!

"Am I... an African dragon?"

Irene muttered to herself.

Then she remembered that she was a black dragon.

Suddenly, she had a strange sense of déjà vu, wanting to return to Africa on Earth and inherit the position of chief.

"Fuck! I don't believe it!"

Shaking her head and getting rid of the inexplicable thoughts in her mind, Irene prepared the magic circle again while cursing: "How can a child cry every day, and how can you lose every day when drawing cards."

"My SSR, come out!"

Wangcai, who was watching from the side, was the first time to see his own crown stamping his feet in anger.

He wanted to step forward to persuade him, but felt that he might not be able to persuade him.

So he could only step back half a step silently.

To prevent being angered for no reason.

"Shua!"

Black fog emerged, and the magic circle was activated again.

The soul fire was ignited on the chest of the corpse again.

But unlike before, the life box next to the corpse also responded.

One of the more vigorous blue flames burned in the life box!

Seeing this scene, Irene, the whole dragon fell into a state of disbelief, thinking that this was the trigger of the big guarantee?

However, she quickly suppressed her emotions and walked towards the magic circle.