They will still die, but if they adapt to this kind of stimulation, they will have a small chance of mutating... Just like the orcs who drank the magic blood, they will become stronger and more violent!"

"Pa"

There was a snap of fingers, and a twisted figure stood up from the corner of the cage. Under Autumn's order, he walked in front of Tyrion and Rogelio. It was a Draenei undead infantry, but at this time its

The skin has turned light green, and there are black bone spurs on both arms, shoulders, and back. There are also weak bone spurs on the fists. The muscles are very developed, and the strength of the soul is stronger than that of ordinary undead infantry.

powerful.

But its soul is very violent...it takes a little effort to control it.

"This is the only one that survived among the 50 test subjects I tested last night!"

The blood mage looked at the mutated undead infantry in front of him with the eyes of a white mouse, and he said softly:

"It withstood the strengthening of diluted medicine 7 times, and then became what it is now. Not only was it not defeated by the side effects of the demon blood, but it became stronger. I call it...the demon blood infantry!"

"50:1?"

Tyrion looked at the weird undead infantry in front of him, and finally nodded: "Very good results, I can accept this ratio!"

"This is not the final result yet! My lord."

Autumn casually picked up a small bottle of viscous dark green liquid from the table and added some weird things to it to make the liquid boil again, like boiling water. He handed the cup to

Silent Lower Knight:

"Drink it! Knight... If you are lucky enough, you will become stronger! You will break through the shackles that restrict you and become a noble high-level knight!"

Autumn was good at tempting the lower-level knights. The cunning blood mage did not tell the result of the failure. In fact, there is no need to say more. The fate of the brainless zombies who were completely dead and began to emit the smell of corpses has already been explained.

everything.

But the lower-level death knight already had his own will, and he seemed very hesitant when faced with this choice.

Tyrion looked at the lower knight, a glimmer of expectation flashed in his eyes, and he whispered:

"Drink, knight, and break all shackles before my gaze..."
Chapter completed!