Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

"The magic in his body is too complicated. You should think of a solution quickly!"

As a high elf who is proficient in the eight winds of magic, Izexi can of course discover the changes in the other party's magic power through observation.

Just as she had recorded at the beginning, Windlow was different from ordinary humans, and even had abilities that only a guiding stone possessed.

That is to completely ignore any rules and absorb the wind of magic.

In addition, the wind of magic is everywhere in the world, and its categories are very complex and diverse. The magic in Windlow's body really includes all kinds of magic.

There is no problem in refining life magic alone, but if there is the influence of other magic winds at this time, some terrible things may happen.

Spell overload, spell errors, spell casting errors, spells unable to be cast, there are too many problems.

Izexi immediately poured the purified high-level magic wind into her eyes. This kind of magic could enable her to easily distinguish all the magic in the surrounding environment.

"Life magic, beast magic, death magic, and shadow magic. Can the magic in his body be preserved for such a long time?"

As Izeki said, Windlow is more like a guide stone than a human, always absorbing various kinds of magic.

Now there are at least four kinds of magical winds in his body, and it is very difficult for him to use life magic alone.

It turns out that all of Izexi's magical experience was correct.

Although Windlow was able to gather magical power, he was unable to purify it. Just like the dimensional stone, it was unstable and extremely dangerous.

A burst of energy burst out from his body, and the surroundings were suddenly shrouded in a layer of black mist.

"Necromancy!"

Izexi immediately took a few steps back, completely ignoring the others who were still in front.

Unexpectedly, Windlow actually combined death magic and shadow magic, and mixed them together to create necromancy magic.

Fortunately, the dark fart just now didn't have much power. If he had some basic magic skills or the assistance of dimensional stone, I'm afraid all the corpses in the entire Miragliano city would be pulled up by him to fight.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Windlow began to gather the wind of magic again.

And this time it was also unexpected that frost magic was used.

This kind of magic comes from the fusion of death magic and life magic.

The mixture of life magic and beast magic is nature magic, which accelerates the growth of crops.

No matter how it is used, the wind of magic in Windlow's body can never reach a pure state.

But at this moment, this businessman who came from the empire and had seen all kinds of things suddenly had a very brilliant idea.

Combining beast magic with death magic creates magic similar to the greenskins' waaagh magic. Add shadow magic to it and it becomes the greenskins' evil spells.

Yes, this was his plan, to use other types of magic so that only the wind of life magic would remain in his body.

Sure enough, after several spells, only the wind of life remained in his body.

Then he immediately began to use life magic according to Izexi's instructions.

Just like a comfortable breeze running through his entire body, Windlow felt an unprecedented sense of comfort.

No wonder magicians can remain single. Apart from wasting time on dating, the enjoyment it brings is only slightly higher than using magic.

But that kind of enjoyment would harm the body, while this kind of life-related magic would not cause any harm to oneself at all.

A warm current flowed through my body, and then I felt comfortable, as if I had slept for a whole winter. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at Ize Xi in front of me.

"The magic was released successfully. Has my plague virus been eliminated?"

"I'm not sure. I'm just a wizard, not a doctor. There's a 50% chance that plague can be cured by using life magic. Maybe I can calculate it for you."

Izexi immediately took out paper and pen from his backpack.

The mortality rate of plague is about 60%. With the blessing of life magic, the mortality rate will drop to 30%.

"Yes, your mortality rate is only 30% now, which is very, very high."

Wendlow's brows, which had originally relaxed a little, continued to frown. Thirty percent, this is not a good number.

Moreover, Izexi's algorithm was completely wrong. Even if life magic could reduce the probability by half, the probability of him contracting the plague and dying was actually 55%.

Five percent more than half.

One's own life is like a gold coin thrown into the air. I don't know whether the number side or the portrait side will land first.

Forget it, at least now I still have time to reflect on what I have done along the way.

Along the way, I really did a lot of bad things in order to make money.

Many times, they even use other people's lives as bargaining chips.

And now, my life is like this.

Forget it, forget it. Windlow slowly stood up, found a small room and walked in, then lay on the bed and no longer wanted to ask about anything else.

I can't count on this half probability, I just hope that after I die of the plague, the gold coins can be left to Mousse.

There is no benefit in making so much money along the way. Maybe the money-making goal I set in the beginning was wrong from the beginning.

Apart from the wood elf Leslie who boiled some basic herbs for Wendlow, Mousse and Izeshi could not help at all.

Four days passed quickly, and today was the last day to determine whether Windlow lived or died.

As long as he can survive today, he will live. If not, he will be gathered together like the corpses in the pit outside and prepared to be burned.

Izexi and Leslie went to bed early. The whole city was now under the influence of the plague, and food supplies were limited. They could only save energy and reduce their appetite.

As for Mousse, he kept walking back and forth beside Windlow's bed, and for some reason he just couldn't fall asleep.

Windlow was not idle either. He had taken out all the gold coins in his storage pocket and put them in the box.

I have made a lot of money along the way.

He pushed the box full of gold coins next to Mousse, and this time he had no regrets or remorse.

"Here are the gold coins I saved along the way. If I die tomorrow, all the money will be yours."

"No, no, no, you won't die."

Mousse ran over and hugged Wendlow. At this moment, in her heart, it seemed that money and revenge were no longer important.

The only thing that mattered was Windlow's life, and now, the numbers on the clock hanging on the wall could be clearly seen under the moonlight.

It was already past midnight, and there were only six hours left until dawn the next day.

"Wendalo, I still have a lot to say to you."