Think, think carefully, the old man in front of him is dying. Although it is estimated that he will not die within the limit of natural life in a few years, he will never separate life to create soldiers. So who does the vitality in these soldiers come from?


    Those life school mages outside? Unlikely. First of all, most of those people don''t know the existence of mural soldiers. This old man is obviously the deepest secret of the whole school. I''m afraid that except a few mages, others don''t know that there are controllers above the representatives of the school.


    It is hard to absorb anger from living people without echoing with its original owner. This is by no means what a secret method should look like.


    Similarly, these anger will not come from other mages. The caster is very sensitive to his own state. If the anger flowing from himself is used by others, there will be clues no matter how far away it is.


    So, does this anger come from ordinary people in this city? It is not difficult to get their anger. The problem is that the city of ten thousand dharmas has clear regulations that people are not allowed to be the test object of magic. Therefore, the act of extracting anger from living people is naturally prohibited. Of course, if the mage takes ordinary people as material, I''m afraid they will have to deal with everything here by themselves soon.


    However, the restrictions on rules are not necessarily useful for the existence of such a level as the elderly. He still has a way to collect the anger of ordinary residents. But in that case, can the collected anger really drive this level of mural warriors in such a small amount?


    You know, although there is no difference between good and bad anger, different people''s anger will have different states. The vitality flowing in their bodies is naturally different between vigorous teenagers and old people, trained soldiers and sedentary clerks.


    Not to mention the difference between man and other intelligent creatures or animals, it''s like the blood between different creatures can''t be shared with each other.


    If a complete magic warrior can be driven by such a small amount of vitality, even if the means of the caster constituting this spell are exquisite, its source power must be superior. It is impossible to achieve this proportion only by relying on the vitality of ordinary people, and the vitality of living people is difficult to preserve, and they will escape naturally.


    After all, in the body of living creatures, vitality is constantly emerging. Before death, vitality originates from the five internal organs, limbs and bones like a clear spring in the spring. On the contrary, it also means that the vitality of the last moment may leave the human body and dissipate in the air with exhalation at the next moment.


    There is no container in the mural soldiers to limit the flow of anger. Yellow sand and paint alone can''t trap invisible things. In other words, condensing in a form is itself the characteristics of vitality.


    Will condense together and don''t want to dissipate the anger. What flashed in cheese''s eyes, he thought of a possibility that met this condition and might be related to the school of life. And if he guesses right, the immediate crisis can be broken in an instant.


    "Ask you something, Caras, can you sing?" at the critical moment when the opponent was pressing step by step, the cheese suddenly said in a relaxed tone to the companion standing on his side ready to fight.


    Kellas glanced at the grey robe, but out of trust and sophistication, he replied, "yes, I naturally learned music theory and taught me an elf, but later he said too long and miscellaneous, so I didn''t listen."


    "Great. Wait a minute, I need you to give me a standard sound, just the elf one. I need it as the casting material. The longer you can sing, the better."


    "I see. But are you sure you can beat these things by sound? It''s a little weird."


    Keiras jumped on the shoulder of a mural soldier and tried to tear the latter''s throat with his claws. However, when one claw was photographed, he only felt a pain in his fingernails. At the same time, he was swept by the latter''s weapons. He had no choice but to return to the origin. In his opinion, these soldiers are very difficult to defeat if they don''t make tricks.


    "Never mind so much, sing!"


    After the cheese finished singing, the fingers quickly compared a few gestures, and the mouth also recited a few spells. The voice was made by Kairas. If you have to say, there are ways to prevent it from becoming the medium of magic, but at this time and here, the old man neither made the action of stopping nor intended to destroy the intention of casting magic. He also seemed curious about how cheese was going to get out of danger.


    "Ah ~"


    How to say, Kairas''s voice is not good or bad, mainly because the cheese told him that he only needs to make a standard sound. There is no music, no ups and downs, and naturally there will be no feelings in the straight sound line. However, such a monotonous sound began to change with the fingers of the gray robe playing back and forth in the air.


    One voice becomes three voices.


    "Go on, don''t stop!"


    Cheese noticed that the cat goblin immediately said after he was confused about his voice that this spell needs a long and stable voice. Generally speaking, the effect of using musical instruments will be better.


    But now we can only make do with it. Moreover, the cheese itself does not have a rich understanding of rhythm. In addition to basic knowledge, we can only listen to Elsa''s northern folk songs and songs with regional characteristics during that time in Xigu city.


    Fortunately, this is not really a test of the caster''s music theory. He is casting a spell. The spell itself has a certain way of composition. As long as it reaches this range, it will have an effect.


    "Ah ~"


    The song continued, but the connection between it and carras could not be heard. The magic of cheese adjusted and separated the single sound, turning it into a polyphonic chord. Now those voices overlap and blend into a sound that feels noble and sacred.


    This is a spell used to bury the dead. It originated from the custom of a place where many people need to sing beside the coffin of the dead from burial to sealing. They believe that this voice can dissolve the last reluctance of the dead to live and welcome the world after death. Therefore, it is a spell, which is mainly reflected in that it can expand harmony from a single sound line, and the final song is not the spell itself.


    But that''s enough. In the humming of Requiem music, the mural soldiers close to cheese gradually stopped and stood quietly in place. Slowly, the first soldiers who stopped began to disintegrate, and then they turned into fine sand like dominoes, as if invisible ripples were destroying them layer by layer from entering to far.


    "Hold on, it''ll be over soon."


    It''s difficult for both people and cats to make a sound for so long. Kellas''s face was ugly, and his voice gradually decreased.


    However, at least half of the mural soldiers at the scene did not collapse. Because of the distance, it takes longer to make the sound really work on them.


    "No, let him stop. You won this game."


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