The target he planned to resurrect was the most capable and only fairly decent infantry commander in the Giant Bear Legion, the red-robed wizard Fedon, who had wandered from the ancient turmoil country Ser.

Less than two years since its establishment, the Giant Bear Legion was disbanded for half a year. The infantry commander and general affairs chief Fetton was very old and even qualified to be called a veteran. When the Giant Bear Legion had not yet been established, he had already served in the predecessor of the team, the New Demon Sobrey State Militia.

Moreover, before immigrating to the Thirteen State Colonial of New Neseril, Feton also participated in many warlord civil wars in his hometown. He accumulated rich experience in the battle from the sea of ​​corpses and blood. For the loose team under Feili's command like a circus than an army, he existed like a pillar.

In a series of wars in the city of Glory, Hot Spring Valley, Port Emmon, New Demon Sobrey and Arctic Port, Ferton has performed quite well. If it weren't for his foreign identity, he would have been treated with a "glass ceiling" in terms of promotion. At the beginning, it would have been no longer the half-baked man, Feili, who took over as the commander of the legion.

For such a person with outstanding military literacy (compared to the terrifying layman level of other colleagues), he is unlikely to be able to get a right-hand man in his rank. He is very self-aware, naturally he highly valued it. He is trying to win over all kinds of rewards and rewards from all kinds of names. He is also oversupplied. He is also inseparable from the entrained and smuggled profits and embezzled money. He even used his pitiful interpersonal relationships and tried to repeatedly clear public relations in the Ministry of Defense. Finally, Fetton was allowed to rank the rank of lieutenant colonel before the Xiangrui departure - due to the "glass ceiling" practice in the officialdom. Although Mr. Fetton was very authoritative in the army, he also took a lot of medals. The ranks were always hovering between the second lieutenant and the lieutenant. Especially when

When a group of captains and majors give orders, that's really a good deal

In a foreign country where you are unfamiliar with your life, you have received such a generous treatment from the Commander. The Red Rou Master is naturally grateful and strives to serve. He has been working very well with Feili for the past two years. It is also a perfect match. This cross-sea expedition is naturally a must-have to work hard day and night behind the scenes. He even often has to find ways to make up for his colleagues who have messed up things. He is a model of excellent employees.

But when the Xiangrui arrived at the Mazka continent thousands of miles away and was about to enter the battlefield, Fetton was sprayed with high temperature steam leaking from the pipeline in the engine compartment, and immediately suffered a miserable end of the steam-pot chicken. At present, he could only temporarily shrink into a gem in the form of a ghost, and he was breathing in a gem...

By the way, in the abyss and hell, mortal souls like him sealed in gems are actually popular and hard currency, and are usually used as international currencies in the lower plane...

Now, relying on the evil altar under the Elf World Tree that could forcibly absorb vitality, Lieutenant Colonel Fetton finally had the opportunity to get rid of this awkward identity of this general equivalent and once again returned from the gem to everyone.

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"... Very good design, you can use this magic circle to directly absorb the vitality of living people. I really don't expect that the elves who have always known as "kind, beautiful, elegant, and exquisite" will also have such research on such evil things. Well, unfortunately, the conversion efficiency is a little lower, and it is only about one percent. In other words, you have to kill at least one hundred people here to barely get enough energy to resurrect a dead person..."

Standing among the layers of rotten corpses, the fat lich Owo carefully looked at the complex patterns on the altar, and from time to time reached out and touched it, while asking casually, "...I have basically figured out the working principle of the altar. Are you ready for the sacrifices and sacrifices required for the ceremony?"

"It has been brought long ago." Feili looked back at the group of unkempt and mist-faced former colonial government officials, as well as the trembling purebred elves and half-elves who were shaking, and couldn't help but show some pity in his eyes, "...I actually have to hold a blood sacrifice in advance... This is the first time I have heard of such an evil resurrection technique!

"There is no way to do this." The fat lich shrugged his lips and shrugged, "Who told you not to preserve Ferton's body? It would be great if you could resurrect it! If you hadn't met me, an expert in the field of life and death transformation, even if you could find the immortal sage of Ilminster, it would still be useless!"

"What are you so proud of yourself? Lieutenant Colonel Fetton died so miserably. It was the fault of your engineer!"

After hearing Owo's ridicule, Feili retorted angrily, "Also, he has been poured into a steaming pot of chicken by high temperature steam. What's the use of preserving the body? With the pile of meat that cannot even be distinguished from the appearance, do you want to resurrect him into a slime (a amoeba similar to jelly)?"

In fact, he did ask the sailor to stuff the meat into the warehouse to save it... Feili added silently in his heart. But because the ship was still full of loads at that time, there was no extra empty space. The faint sailor actually stuffed the infantry commander in the steam pot chicken state to Sherlock Holmes as a neighbor. Unfortunately, the hungry old black dragon mistakenly treated it as a snack, and swallowed his stomach in one bite...

I hope that Lieutenant Colonel Fetton, who was resurrected, would not be so angry that he would go to kill the dragon after learning the whole story!

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In this world of Torrell, which is full of miracles, especially in the continent of Feren, where magic is extremely powerful, it is not an incredible thing to come back to life.

If death is a dead end, and from the soul to the end, it is indeed unsuccessful. But if you are killed accidentally and your life spell is not over, as long as you can determine the faith of death, and find the corresponding high-level priest to cast spells within a few days, hold a ceremony to pray devoutly to the gods, and pray to the soul of this believer, you may resurrect the dead.

Of course, the technique of resurrection has extremely high requirements for priests. At least it must be at the level of a regional bishop to be qualified to make such excessive requests to the gods, and it is not always approved... However, this is not a big problem for Feili. The golden signs of the voters are used at this time.

However, there is another problem in using the resurrection technique, that is, those who die must be kept intact - in this era without cold storage or even refrigerators, preserving corpses is not easy, and you can't use salt or smoke.
Chapter completed!