Claya naturally knows small spells like taking objects from a distance. In fact, Evanson has never understood why Kama Taj, who has such poor combat methods, is so full of life skills.

There are all kinds of things like automatic dry cleaning and cleaning of clothes, such as the sorting technique that instantly restores the entire book to its original position, and the spell that allows the drinks in the cup to be refilled infinitely. On the contrary, Evanson, who read through his own collection of magic spells, did not find such a skill, and he had to develop it himself.

Sometimes he would maliciously guess. No wonder these mages are so bad in combat. The reason is that they are full of arrogance and extravagance, and they spend a lot of their thoughts on making magic provide convenience for their lives. The degree is probably no less than the elves and nobles of Azeroth.

With this skill, it is better to study how to turn your magic sword into a flying sword and take the enemy's head within a hundred steps. This combat power can at least be immediately increased by one level.

However, this time, Claya's casual pickup of objects from the air was not performed well. She stretched out one hand and activated a spell at the blood bottle Evanson took, but found that the blood in the bottle had just shaken slightly.

"It's strange..." Claya casts the spell again in confusion, but still fails, but only makes the blood in the bottle shake more violently. She glances at her "Evanson?"

Claya could be sure that there was no mistake in the spell she cast. So she thought it was Evanson who was making trouble and deliberately teasing herself.

"It has nothing to do with me." Evanson said, "You can try to increase the spell strength a little more."

Claya frowned, and put on her posture and stretched out her hands, which seemed like she was fighting. "Hey" snorted, and this time she finally succeeded. But maybe because she used too much force this time, the blood flowed through the bottle and flew towards Claya like an arrow from a string, which scared her. Fortunately, she finally stabilized her momentum so that the blood could splash on him.

"What a strange reaction..." Claya watched the blood she had finally ingested and floated in the air. "These blood seemed very...heavy, and the magic I put on it was enough to pull an adult over."

"Yes." Evanson took the test tube and walked to Claya, carefully putting away the blood floating in the air. "These blood has a very strong bearing capacity for magic, so it requires stronger spells to make it react."

"So...this is the reason why that woman was able to give birth to the Devil's Son?" Claya knew who this blood belonged to, and also knew the person's special identity now, the mortal who gave birth to children for the Devil.

"It's not just that, it should be part of the most important reason," Evanson said.

You should know that Azeroth is not known for not having reproductive isolation. It seems that all races can give birth to mixed-race offspring. But has anyone heard of the mixed-race offspring of the dragon sound effect?

Let’s first explain that those dragon men and dragon beasts are not mixed blood. They are also pure dragon bloodlines, but they were deliberately adjusted to this when they were developing.

The only mixed-race child with dragon blood in all Azeroth is the leader of the Bear Tree Meow Gu Gang, and the son of the Green Dragon Queen Isera, the only example of All Azeroth.

But its father, the strongest demigod in Azeroth, the White Buck Maloen, can also fight against Archmond.

This is a very telling thing. A deer can give birth to a child with a dragon, which means that neither of them has a biological reproductive isolation. But why can't other species do it? The reason is that other mortal races are completely disproportionate to the power of guarding the dragon. Their fragile bodies are simply not enough to withstand the fetus of guarding the dragon, and the same goes for the other way around.

It is precisely for similar reasons that the chance of birth of the Demon Son in this world is very low. The Demon Son is the devil's future body. They usually place most of their power in this fetus, leaving only authority, that is, the way to unlock these powers.

But aside from the difference in definitions between humans and devils in life and death, it is difficult to produce offspring. The biggest problem is how ordinary women can withstand the power of the great devil? Then, let alone getting pregnant and having children, they will be burst out by these forces.

It is precisely because of his strong physical ability to carry power that Nadia was able to give birth to a child for Locke safely.

"What a very good physique." Evanson murmured to himself with his eyes narrowed. "Locke only treats her as a disposable tool for having children. It's really a waste. Let me make good use of it."

"What are you trying to do?" Claya also narrowed her eyes and looked at Evanson dangerously. "You don't want to have a baby with her, do you?"

"What are you thinking! Am I that kind of person?" Evanson frowned, then smiled and took Claya's hand, and said intimately, "What do we do in the future if you say child?"

"Tsk, it's like death." Claya immediately blushed and spat with her lips, but her body still leaned into Evanson's arms.

But at this warm moment, Melinda suddenly rushed in, pushed open the door and said directly, "Evanson, let's look for... Uh..." Melinda was immediately stunned when she saw the scene in front of her.

"Oh!" Claya was immediately shocked and was at a loss. After pushing Evanson away, she also made a kick.

Evanson, who was stuck on the wall, looked at Melinda speechlessly, Sister, you are divorced and single, can't you ruin my good things like this?

"What's going on?" Evanson asked with his eyes wide open.

Melinda handed over a tablet with a normal expression, "We locked Carrigan's position half an hour ago, and now we've come over them."

Evanson found out that the computer showed a night vision of a quarry, but there were quite a few people below, and there were several military trucks. "Are these Carrigan's people?"

"Most not." Melinda said, "Carry seemed to be very frightened last time, and was ready to buy some powerful weapons to defend himself. The following people are a Russian arms dealer named Mirhakberikv."

"What weapon did he buy?" Evanson asked curiously.

"Jaberlin." Melinda said coldly.

"Then let the plane be raised a little higher." Evanson said hurriedly.
Chapter completed!