My mod ruined the otherworldly art style.

Chapter 102 Osteoporosis Light Technique, Old Man's Swordplay

Lu Chen, who was slightly interested, agreed to the request.

He immediately picked out the Gandalf the White module from Lord of the Rings, but when he saw that it cost 25 points...

I can't seem to press the "OK" button.

What kind of module is this? The power consumption is so high!

If this were applied to an ordinary person and the final result was not ideal, wouldn't he have lost a fortune?

He hesitated for a moment, then glanced at his remaining creative power.

Ultimately, we decided to take a gamble for the sake of the test.

If the results are really not ideal, he will definitely punish the second-in-command severely.

At the very least, the other party must make up for all my losses, otherwise this matter is not over.

Having made up his mind, Lu Chen no longer hesitated and clicked "confirm" directly on the screen.

[Ding! 25 points of Creation Power consumed to successfully load the module.]

Gandalf the White (Wizard Iv1): Maiar.

[Gained module fusion abilities: Osteoporosis Light Magic, Old Man's Swordsmanship.]

[Osteoporosis Light Spell]: Can use the staff in hand to cast powerful and dazzling light spells.

Any enemy exposed to this light will become osteoporotic for 10 minutes, as fragile as an old man, and their strength attribute will be greatly reduced.

If this light shines on one's own people, it will dispel evil and lift the curse.

This ability is twice as effective against undead/dark enemies, can be used above one's own level, but cannot exceed one's own level by more than 10 levels, and can only be used three times per day.

[Old Man's Sword Technique]: When Gandalf is wielding his sword in melee combat, he can pull those weaker than himself to the same level for a 10-minute duel.

This ability causes a significant reduction in the opponent's abilities and attributes, and can only be used three times per day.

【Tags】: Maya (green), Balance Punisher (blue), Triple Mage (white).

After reading Gandalf's information, Lu Chen couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

As expected of the lesser deity Maiah, whose abilities cost 25 points, she is still so monstrous even after combining with the natives.

Although in movies and TV shows, their strength and abilities are not much different from those of ordinary people.

However, once you load this module, its two exclusive abilities combined together become a new trump card.

This ability, which can be used even when one's level is higher, is practically a natural counter to powerful individuals.

If his level were raised to 9, wouldn't it be effective even against level 19 beings?

Not only does it cause the opponent to become osteoporotic and weakened, it can also forcibly raise the opponent's level to 9.

At that point, whether he's an elite template or a boss template, he'll only get beaten up.

This investment has been incredibly profitable.

Overjoyed, Lu Chen let out a long sigh of relief. He deactivated the light screen and gave the second-in-command, the discoverer, 500 contribution points, restoring his contribution to 1000.

point.

We are getting closer and closer to the required 2500 points.

Inside the cave.

Gandalf, having finished his prayer, is now undergoing a transformation.

His originally gray hair had turned completely white, and his coarse linen clothes had also been replaced with a white robe.

The tattered cane in his hand transformed into a luminous staff made of white jade.

He also had a sharp steel sword tucked into his waistband.

He looked exactly like Gandalf in his white robes.

"Hmm...."

"Is this a blessing from God the Father?"

"I feel as if I have come to understand a lot of knowledge that does not belong to this world. It must be a gift from the Kingdom of God."

"Thanks be to God the Father, Gandalf will surely dedicate himself to spreading the gospel."

He bowed deeply before standing up.

He clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, using ancient Eastern etiquette, towards the second-in-command who was checking his contribution level.

"Thank you for your introduction, Lord Wu Di. Without your kindness, there would be no Gandalf today."

"From now on, my old bones are just a pebble in this territory. Use them wherever you need them, so please don't be shy."

After taking inventory, the second-in-command smiled and patted Gandalf on the shoulder.

"Hahaha, don't worry, even if you didn't say that, I would still do it."

"It just so happens that your level is the same as ours, which is also very low. Let's team up and go kill skeletons together."

"How about we try to raise our level to the maximum of level nine?"

Gandalf, holding his staff, stroked his beard with his other hand and replied with a smile, "Of course, that's exactly what I was thinking."

"Let's form a team of four and spread the gospel for our Father God."

The two old foxes, having reached an agreement, shook hands and left the cave like good brothers.

Meanwhile, at the location of the orcish encampment statue in the wilderness.

Several small figures peeked out from the nearby forest.

They looked at the 32 orcs outside the clearing, their expressions becoming extremely serious.

"Captain, based on the tracks left by the convoy, it seems that these are the orcs who are fighting against the humans and the undead."

A shifty-looking dwarf gave a report, which left the dwarf in charge completely baffled.

"That's strange. Why are there so few orcs here?"

"Especially that largest orc, he's riding his own kind, what kind of stunt is that?"

The dwarves responsible for gathering intelligence watched the camp from afar, each one filled with questions.

Finally, one of the smarter dwarves came up with an idea and shared, "Captain, do you think these orcs might be a long-distance migrating tribe?"

"Originally, I came here to plunder humans."

"As a result, they ran into the combined forces of the undead and humans, and a fierce battle ensued among the three sides."

"In the end, only these 32 orcs, the outsider force, remained, barely clinging to life?"

The captain listened to his subordinate's analysis and felt that what the other party said made a lot of sense.

Judging from the current situation, the orcs are clearly no longer a threat.

Therefore, it can be said that the struggle for the core of the underground palace can be eliminated, allowing them to focus on dealing with the humans.

With this idea in mind, the dwarf took out an item inlaid with an earth-type magic crystal, named: [Earth Leyline Communication Stone].

This is a magical device similar to a telegraph machine, utilizing the unique resonance and frequency of earth-type magic crystals.

Used to resonate with the same device at a distance.

If the device is struck according to a specific pattern and frequency, the person who possesses the other magical device will receive the corresponding signal.

Once the signal is cracked, the two parties can achieve real-time communication.

It can be described as an alternate world version of a radio station.

This tool was also invented by Gugu, with the aim of colluding with other human slaves to steal the original slave contract.

Unfortunately, his own clansmen were unreliable; before the plan could even be implemented, they betrayed him.

This resulted in Gugu being severely punished.

Ultimately, this tool was also used in the dwarven military, becoming an essential means for their real-time communication.

A small hammer appeared in the captain's hand as he took out the magic transmitter.

He first glanced at the codebook containing various signal bands, then began to tap it rhythmically.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang..."

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This small sound condensed into a single sentence and traveled towards the dwarf camp at the allied cliffs.

"Lord Ironhand, the dwarven scout team has sent an urgent report."

"They've discovered traces of the mysterious creature."

Iron Hand, who was eating his dry rations, stopped what he was doing, glanced at the soldier who came to report, and continued listening.

According to the soldier's explanation, the situation on the orc side was gradually described in detail.

Even the scouts' speculations were sent over.

This made Iron Hands, who had just wiped his mouth, show an interested expression.

"Interesting, a group of orcs has appeared at the border."

"Looks like these orcs are pretty unlucky."

"He actually fought a great battle with both the undead and humans, resulting in severe injuries."

He grinned widely, picked up the wine jug, and downed the liquor.

He let the wine drip down his beard and onto the ground without wiping it away.

"My lord, what are our plans regarding these orcs?"

The adjutant standing to the side inquired at the opportune moment.

"Hmm... how should we arrange it?"

Iron Hand stroked his beard and pondered for a while before finally making a decisive decision: "Since there are only 30 or so orcs, they are simply not a threat."

"There's no need to waste troops keeping an eye on these brutes who only know how to fight. Let's just have them all withdraw."

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"The real challenge now is the struggle with humanity."