In the world of swords and magic, arcanists are a profession that masters mysterious powers.
Among the eight major arcane schools, the plastic energy system is booming, the necromantic system is disgusting and weird, the prophecy system is the most inexplicable, the protection system is all tortoise, the spell system is like playing magic, the charm system is the most shameless and indecent, and the illusion system is Frighten people.
Only the alchemists who are good at creation are the most noble and richest, and they can create everything by staying in the wizard's tower and conducting magical research-Coldwind City's'chief alchemist' Fabro thought so.
At least he did before meeting Victor Hugo.
The battlefield equipment collected by the acid ants for decades was thrown away by Zhou Qingfeng and transported to the abyss to change things. This'generosity of others' was exchanged for his own alchemy workshop. With the workshop, the materials and assistants, there is only one alchemist.
So His Excellency Fabro appeared.
As long as they can save their own tribe, the queen does not care whether things are reasonable or unreasonable. Several people in Cold Wind City were all rushed to Zhou Qingfeng. Including Fabro and Marbury Long legs, they were all in a panic.
A few days ago, the men and horses of Coldwind City were still arrogant. A few days of inactivity also consumed the patience of the queen. On the contrary, Zhou Qingfeng came from behind. He not only showed the recipe of sheepskin rolls approved by the gods, but also exchanged the'useless' inventory for useful workshops.
Seeing Fabro again, the'chief alchemist' had a festering robe and messy hair. He screamed at Zhou Qingfeng and others, "Liar, thief, they stole my formula. Obviously I found a solution, but I need materials."
Other people in Cold Wind City also glared at Zhou Qingfeng.
Fabro's tragic situation was beyond Zhou Qingfeng's expectations. But he just smiled and pointed to the alchemy workshop behind him, "Your Excellency, stop talking nonsense. We took your notes. Now that the raw materials and equipment are here, let's start working."
Suddenly an ultra-luxury alchemy laboratory appeared in this deep underground ant nest. Fabro was at a loss with his eyes wide open. He took a few breaths with his nose from a long distance, and cried out again: "Where did you get it The saliva of the monster? There is no such thing."
"I made a deal with the demon of the abyss." Zhou Qingfeng spread his hands.
"Make a deal with the devil?" Fabro's eyes widened. "I'm not mistaken, you really are an extremely evil fellow."
Wizards are always in contact with mysterious existence, and also maintain the greatest awe of the mystery. From the time they became apprentices, all wizards have been instilled with a concept-don't have to look for trouble to call for the existence of the abyss or purgatory. Once discovered, they will be absolutely severely punished.
Looking at Mondino’s tragic situation, we know that with the extreme evil of demons and demons, no caller can escape their control, and thus harm the entire community of wizards—that is, Zhou Qingfeng was born in a wild road, who knew nothing and was bold enough. .
Any wizard can talk about the terrible consequences of colluding with evil, but the queen interrupted Fabro’s words, "Don’t waste time. My people are being cursed every second, you give me Faster."
In the face of death threats and embarrassment, Fabro could only give in with a long sigh. He walked into the alchemy workshop and looked at the complete equipment on a few test benches. He couldn't help but ask: "The devil won't just give so much equipment to it."
Fume hood, dobby distiller, ampoule, condenser, dropper, test tube, distillation vessel, water bath, alcohol lamp, furnace, tripod, reflux tube, etc.
There are four or five laboratory benches filled with various types of equipment, not to mention the medicine cabinets in the corners, which are like a middle school chemistry laboratory. Some equipment and consumables are so luxurious that even Fabro has seen it for the first time, which is really exaggerated.
"You used flying skills to cross the blood flow canyon directly, so I had a hard time. I ran to fight and kill the undead in the canyon before rushing over. But I happen to know that acidophilic ants have been on this battlefield for decades. Just exchange what they collected with the devil."
Collected by the ant colony for decades
Why didn't you say such a good thing earlier
Hearing this, Fabro wished he couldn't hit his head to death, scratch his heart and his lungs, the kind that he wanted to live. If he had known this a long time ago, he would have given his life to contact the demon of the abyss-knowing that there is such an advantage but not taking it, this feeling is too painful.
Fabro had to complete the critical work of Bisheng, and he had racked his brains to come up with all the results.
at the moment... ..
Entering the alchemy workshop, the soul slave orders at any time, and the hidden servant comes to do miscellaneous tasks. Old Borg grabbed the collected sheepskin scrolls, whispered a summary of the experiment, and served as an assistant plus a supervisor.
Such a combination of software and hardware, Fabro couldn't enjoy it in Coldwind City's laboratory. He sighed again, glanced at Zhou Qingfeng sideways, and silently remembered Adrian's reminder that the curse of acidophilic ants came from the gods.
What the hell is this kid doing
Zhou Qingfeng couldn't get in after the medicine preparation started. After discovering that he could open the door of time and space, the queen guarded him strictly and suppressed it at any time-in a combat state, he could not go to the real world, so she could only be in a daze.
Fabro needed materials, equipment, assistants, everything was complete. Three days later, the curse-restraining potion was prepared, and the queen quickly took it for experimentation. Another day later, a flying ant came to spread the word, asking Fabro to prepare more medicine.
"Your potion has some effect, but it is not complete. There are still some ant eggs that will rot before hatching. And the amount of potion you gave is too small, I need more." Confirm that the potion works, the tone of the queen changes. It has to be eased.
But Zhou Qingfeng is very clear that the so-called "effectiveness" will not last for three days. Acidophilic ants are just grabbing a life-saving straw. Shahanni Moonbow will make the ant eggs treated by the medicine directly rot and stinks, and everything is useless.
Before the effect of the potion was exposed, Zhou Qingfeng put away the alchemy workshop, summoned everyone into a state of preparation, and said to the spreading flying ant: "The root cause of the incomplete potion effect is not the potion, but the curse.
We summoned the souls of the former queen, knowing that what your colony of ants suffers from is not an ordinary plague at all, but a punishment from the gods. We have the elves of Silver Leaf City, and her advice is that we must go to the original place of the curse to be completely resolved. "
The queen was immediately alert, "How are you going to solve it?"
"I think we have to go back to the ground to discuss this issue."
"Humans, don't you want to run? I know you want to escape all the time."
"Don't you acidophilic ants want to keep us trapped in the nest? If we choose between permanent slavery and heroic death, our choice will be the latter."
The topic was stuck, and the contradiction between the two sides became prominent.