In the deep ant nest, at the top of the cave more than ten meters high, a group of gray shadows hung upside down on the edge of the rough cave and crawled slowly.
Hui Ying's hands and feet were covered with delicate grappling hooks, so that he could fix them firmly. But the grappling hook will occasionally encounter the luminous moss that can be seen everywhere, and the moss will fall when it moves, and the acidophilic ants will float to the ground and crawl around.
One worker ant's antennae touched the fallen moss and looked up. The eyes of the ant colony, who can live in the dark, degenerate, and they don’t see the gray movies above their heads. After a while, a flying ant was ordered to come and inspect. Grey Shadow has left that area.
On the platform below the gray shadow, the'chief alchemist' Fabro of Coldwind City was busy sweating profusely. The reagents and equipment that the ant colony can provide are far from comparable to his laboratory in Coldwind City. He can only rack his brains and get on the horse with all sorts of local methods.
Behind Fabro is Marbury, the son of the lord, and several other subordinates. They have been arrested longer, and their arrogance in front of Zhou Qingfeng is to maintain the so-called'aristocratic temperament', but they are actually more impetuous.
"Fabro, how long will it take to make the correct medicine?" The underground world is perilous and boring, except for the ant colony, which is moss and mushrooms. Marbury stared at Fabro, urging him more than a hundred times a day. "Can't you speed up the progress?"
"Your Excellency, you must have patience." Fabro, who has entered the working state, does not shy away from the current difficulties. "I have some clues now, but I face too many difficulties. Please don't bother me too much."
"But my grandfather clearly stated in his diary that there was a subtle method."
"Maybe your grandfather was wrong."
"My grandfather is the Northland hero'Long Legs' Leven."
"But your grandfather is not an alchemist."
"Fabro, it's the map of the Black Forest you bought from Harmony Village. It was also your idea to use the flying technique to find the Silver Leaf City ruins directly, but in the end we were trapped in an ant nest. Do you know just buying a flight? How many gold coins did the scroll of art cost? How could you talk to your funders like this?"
"Everyone should understand that there are not only rewards for exploring uncharted territory, but also risks."
Before Marbury lost his mind, his entourage persuaded him to pull him away from Fabro. On the empty cave platform, only the focused and distressed Fabro, a large number of medicines from acidophilic ants, plus a large number of discarded ant corpses and ants eggs.
And the gray shadow hanging from the ceiling of the cave.
After a few days of sleepless hard work, Fabro’s ant nest laboratory accumulated a large number of discarded medicines and ant eggs that failed the test. The rotten smell filled the entire laboratory, but the'chief alchemist' could not smell it.
The clown Adrian stayed on the roof of this simple laboratory and watched quietly for several hours. Fabro repeated experiments under his nose, muttering inexplicable formulas, overturning various conjectures.
"I need poisonous cabbage, I need a belladonna, I need a three-head still, I need my laboratory." Fabro's eyes have gone from red to black, but he still failed. "I can clearly do it, but how can such conditions continue?"
Under depression and heavy pressure, the mood of the'Alchemy Chief' is on the verge of collapse. He suddenly grabbed the potion dish on the countertop and shouted loudly: "This is the most ridiculous alchemy tool I have ever seen. A colony of ants made me out of saliva and clay.
With these things, how can I refine qualified medicine? What use is it for me to find a qualified formula? I can't do anything, there is no way to continue the experiment, there is really no way at all. "
Fabro slammed his dissatisfaction. Adrian, who hung on the ceiling of the cave, quietly put away the scattered pages of paper, but couldn't understand it after a few glances.
Everyone is facing a difficult situation, and no one is better than anyone. Adrian climbed down from the top of the cave, approached carefully a few meters away from Fabro, and shouted in a low voice: "Dear chief alchemist, you seem to be in trouble."
Fabro had been working for many days, and his robes were stained with a mess of medicinal materials. The blackened eyes showed that he was in extreme exhaustion and embarrassment. He even thought it was a hallucination when someone shouted.
Adrian yelled a few more times, and Fabro turned his head with his rough hair. He saw the gray shadow hanging on the wall of the cave, but his consciousness did not return to normal. He only asked in a daze, "Who are you?"
"My name is Adrian, and I work for Victor Hugo?"
"Oh...?" Fabro finally reacted, "Victor Hugo, what did that evil guy send you to?"
"Your Excellency Hugo would like to ask, would you like to cooperate with him?"
"Cooperation...? The leader of a small village actually came to recruit me?" Fabro suddenly jumped up furiously, "I am a noble person, a pure alchemist, a believer who is free from vulgar thoughts. I am. How can it be possible to work for the wicked
You underestimate me, and such random recruitment is an insult to me. Even if I die, die in this ant nest, swallowed by acidophilic ants, I will never bow to Victor Hugo. Go in your dreams! "
Fabro picked up a petri dish made by ants and smashed it viciously at Adrian. The clown didn't evade at all, only stepped back to hide in the darkness of the cave ceiling, leaving a sentence...
"That's really a shame. Mr. Hugo said, the curse you are facing is cast by the gods, and if you break it rashly, it will only arouse the wrath of God."
Fabro threw one and wanted to throw the second one, but when he heard'God's Wrath', he immediately stopped and shouted: "What are you talking about? Eh... Wait! This recruitment is too insincere. Now, just run away in one sentence?"
Adrian really just clicked to the end and retired quietly. From the top of the cave, he returned to the prison where Zhou Qingfeng and others were, and handed over the collected pages of papyrus, "Your Excellency Hugo, I found Fabro. But that guy's condition is not very good."
Zhou Qingfeng handed the papyrus to the old Borg. The dwarf witch doctor knows some pharmacy, and after a closer look, he nods and shook his head, "These are alchemy records, which are very different from pharmacy. Fabro does not have good conduct, but he seems to have some abilities."
Old Borg flipped through it and suddenly threw the page in the air. He knelt down on one knee, shouted the title of'Mother of Diseases', and shouted: "My lord, please verify whether these records can resist the curse of acidophilic ants?"
The paper fluttered, burned out of thin air and quickly turned into ashes.
Talona, the'Mother of Plague', who had not been moving, suddenly responded. The burning ashes did not fall, but formed a purple background with a triangle of three amber teardrops. The teardrops turned into eyes again, staring at the old Borg who was kneeling below.
Old Borg sings hymns, trembling with excitement. His shouting has a certain rhythm, shaking back and forth in the cave where the pit is located-under the eyes of teardrop eyes, this old confused dwarf has been promoted.
Zhou Qingfeng looked on coldly, with a kind of suspicion in his heart-knowledge that humans don't know, and gods don't. Only when humans discover what the gods can grasp. This is completely contrary to the previous assumptions.
Civilization in the real world has only developed for a few thousand years, and mankind has begun to explore outer space. This alien civilization has developed for tens of thousands of years, why is it still so backward? It seems to be standing still forever.
The prayer was over, and the pages of ashes reappeared. The papyrus is turned into a parchment, and the knowledge originally transcribed is reassembled and refined.
Old Borg praised him for being a treasure, and once again praised Fabro for his talent and breakthrough-to provide valuable information to the gods to get such a reward.
But..., Old Borg still added, "The mother of the disease said that the potion designed by Bro can only deal with ordinary curses, and the curses cast by the gods have only a slight superficial effect and cannot be eradicated."
"Only the surface effect?" Zhou Qingfeng pondered for a moment, "the surface effect is enough."