It's a bit tricky.

Dean took his marker made of paint and marked the ancient tree elves.

One big cross after another appeared on the bark. Kana looked at the ancient tree elves who gradually became terrifying in Dean's writing, showing a helpless expression.

"Here."

Almost OK.

People are shameless, and trees still have skin.

Dean's lack of face and skin can make him lively, but it doesn't mean that the ancient tree elves can survive after he takes off his skin.

"I'm not scribbling..."

Looking at the marks that were almost covered with whole bark, Dean refuted Kana's slander and showed a solemn expression.

Even making marks has caused such a grand occasion, which shows how complicated the situation of ancient tree elves is.

Even if there is no system now, he can confirm that the life inside the ancient tree elves was maliciously imprisoned.

Because this kind of distorted growth method is generally impossible to exist.

Warcraft are indeed extremely diverse species, but even if they grow, they must follow the Basic Law.

There will not be a life that will naturally grow inside one's body into a strange form that seems to exist in a special way to confine a certain part.

This is definitely not an act of goodwill or a so-called self-protection position.

Just like the heart is very important to people, and no one has seen more than twenty tentacles grow, firmly bonding it and sealing it in the chest.

Putting down the pen, Dean looked at the mark on the bark and began to simulate the anatomical steps of the ancient tree elves in his brain.

A very critical part is to identify which parts are completely necrotic, have no preservation value, and which parts can still be saved, and then remove the necrotic parts and take out the active parts.

...It can be said to be a gambling act.

Dean rubbed his eyebrows and felt a headache.

It seems that this job not only tests his practical ability, but also tests his luck.

To be honest, Dean himself was not very confident.

He has always been the person in charge of mental labor and only needs to do the pre-work. The pressure of the actual operation is all given to the Warcraft.

Who knew that there would be one day that I would need to go into battle myself.

...Although this one is not the other one, Dean has not been so perverted that he would consider these things before.

He pinched the magical structure that suddenly began to explode inside the mold on the other side, sighed, and showed a tired expression as the apprentices looked at the increasingly frightened eyes.

"Here."

After patting Dean on the shoulder, Kana struggled with the rag and handkerchief next to her for a moment, and finally picked up the latter and pressed it roughly on the owner's face.

"…Are you sure you are not here to make trouble?"

Feeling the liquid splashed on his face being painted open, Dean twitched the corner of his mouth and questioned through the handkerchief.

Kana expressed her condemnation for the man's greed with her eyes, and turned her handkerchief over, wiping it hard, then nodding at Dean, saying that it was OK.

Only then did Dean start repairing the practice props.

Lucy and Ronan watched him pour the imitation blood into the mold that had just been ravaged by his hands, then picked up the hammer beside him and hammered it down with a fierce look on his face.

The scene was as bloody as a murder scene.

Under the light, Dean was like a devil in human skin, his face stained with blood, revealing a cold and evil feeling.

Fortunately, after two hammers, he seemed to have encountered some obstacles and stopped his cruel behavior.

The hammer turned back to the silver knife just now.

The sound of the knife slashing frequently in the quiet room. Dean activated the magic circle on the knife, cut the hard structure, and tweeted.

"Here."

Not sure what he saw, Kana turned her head and showed an expression of unbearable gaze.

"What's this thing so hard..."

It seemed that he had no patience. After muttering for a few words, Dean directly reached in and pulled out the things inside with force.

The strangely shaped imitation organ was beating in his hands, like a real tissue just taken out of the body of the monster. Blood flowed down from Dean's gloves, and brightly colored blood flowers were dotted on the ground.

Lucy and Ronan subconsciously swallowed, unable to help but touch their arms. They looked at each other and saw familiar sighs in each other's eyes.

The teacher is really becoming more and more perverted!

They shook their hands, took a deep breath, and continued to look into the room. Before they could see clearly what Dean was doing now, the light in front of them was blocked.

A familiar figure appeared in the crack of the door and looked at them with a suddenly bigger face.

"let me see……"

The face covered in fake blood slowly approached, completely occupying the sight of the two children.

"Which child is it? Have you not gone to bed yet?"

"Wow!!"

"bump!"

...

The next morning, the apprentices were picked up from the bed by Dean.

They were yawning sleepily, and before they could wake up, they were stuffed with a few exercises by the teacher.

It makes people seriously doubt whether he is still resenting the incident of being slapped at the bridge of his nose last night.

The apprentices looked at the exercises on the paper with a confused look on their faces. They were about to find a pen to write the answers, but Dean stopped them.

Then they realized that this question was not for themselves.

But the result is not as good as being stronger by yourself.

The two children came to Alpha's dormitory door with a frown and knocked on the door.

Alpha opened the door and looked slowly from top to bottom, looking at two young creatures that were not as tall as their thighs.

"Good morning, Mr. Alpha."

After Lucy and Ronan politely greeted the new member, they handed him a question on breeding.

What is this?

Alpha frowned and looked at it for a while. It was not until the two apprentices told him how these questions were answered, that he knew what Dean wanted to do.

Alpha, who had a certain knowledge reserve in Warcraft, pondered for a moment, but did not refuse.

He walked to the table with the test paper and began to answer the questions.

The assassin fully utilized his hand speed in various assassinations, and it took him no time to complete most of the questions.

There was only a small part of the content that he really couldn't answer.

The finished questions were handed back to the apprentices. Looking at the answer given by Alpha, Lucy and Ronan frowned, their expressions from the beginning to the relaxed, and then became solemn again.

This answer is surprising...

There is nothing wrong with the objective question link at the beginning, but the later pairing guess about breeding monsters...

...Are you the third student of the teacher?

This perverted lineage makes both of them feel as if they are not ashamed of themselves.

I always feel that I have been defeated.

Alpha looked at the heavy expressions of the two short sluts and felt inexplicably offended. He looked at the link question on his hand again, twisted his eyebrows, and felt a little unpleasant premonition in his heart.

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