Alchemy of Witchcraft

"Well?" Lan Fake was immediately stunned by the old evil's sudden words. Just as I was about to say something, I suddenly felt a strange itch coming from behind. This is a strange itch from the bone marrow, at first it was okay, barely able to endure, but as Lan Fako kept scratching his back, this itch not only did not subside, but became more intense, and finally the itch made Lan Fako unstable and sat on the ground with one butt.

"Ah, damn it, what's going on!" After Lan Fako fell to the ground, he soon found another thing that made him even more desperate, that is, his muscles seemed to have become disobedient, so that he was like a corpse, lying straight up, unable to move, and the itch quickly spread to his whole body, making him feel that life was worse than death.

After Lan Fako fell to the ground, his energy rope also disappeared automatically. The old evil who regained his freedom walked to Lan Fake with a smile, looked down at the little old man who was the same as the dead toad, and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing: "You have lived for so many years, why don't you have a brain?" If I don't do anything on you, I will let you go so easily? "

"You, what a local move! I'm itching! Lan Fako said bitterly.

"Hehe, am I obligated to tell you?" The old evil asked with a smile.

"Can you stop for me first?" I don't want to jump the knife, help him heal his injuries! Lan Fako said almost pleadingly.

In fact, it is not unusual for the old evil to put it bluntly, but he turns the mana of his feminine attribute into a trace and lurks in the meridians in Lan Fake's body, as long as his mind moves. You can make these feminine mana attacks. Not only can they block the meridians of Lanfako and paralyze the whole body.

And the most important thing is that when this feminine mana travels between the meridians, it will produce an unbearable itch, for people who cannot move the whole body. It's just super torture. The old evil once used this to control and punish the subordinates who betrayed, no matter how strong the man, he could not withstand such a stimulus, their incomparably miserable appearance. The old evil himself was a little unbearable, so he would not use it easily if he had no choice.

Now seeing that Lan Fake was sweating like rain, the old evil knew that he couldn't stand it anymore, so he waved his hand to put those mana back in place. Dive back into the meridians again and hide. Lei

"Ah, itch me!" After Lan Fake got up, he immediately said with a palpitation: "Boy, what the hell are you doing?" "

"You don't have to ask about this, it's just a prohibition." The old evil then smiled and said, "How can you say that you are also a saint-level land master, presumably this little prohibition should not be able to stop you, right?" "

"It's about the honor of the master, and of course Lan Fako can't show weakness, so although he is a little unwilling. But he could only say hatefully: "Of course I can untie it, there is no doubt about it!" "

"That's good!" The old evil smiled slightly, and didn't say much, just pointed at Krischen and said, "You help him remove the toxin!" I won't launch a ban, or I'll bear the consequences

"You Lan Fake is so angry that he blows his beard and glares, but the handle is in the hands of others, and he can't help it, and finally he can only say hatefully: "I tell you, I can treat him." But only because of the promise I just made, not because I'm afraid of you, you know? "

For this kind of face-saving performance, the old evil just smiled contemptuously. Not a word!

Lan Fako couldn't help him. He could only say to Chrysichen depressedly: "You come with me!" With that, he put away the totem pole and turned to leave.

The old evil winked at Kris Chen and motioned for him to follow Lan Fako. Chrysichen nodded gratefully. He followed Lan Fako into a room. But the old evil did not enter, but turned around and beckoned to the guy who led the way on the side.

That guy saw the old evil's arrogance, and now he naturally put away his contempt, and respectfully ran to the old evil and said, "Young Master, do you have something to order?" "

"You can be responsible for entertaining Lan Fako, the distinguished guest of the family, presumably also the old man of the family, right?" The old evil asked lightly.

"Yes!" The man hurriedly said, "Our family has served the Stephen family for several generations!" Loyal to the family! "

"Well, that's good!" The old evil immediately said, "Don't leak a single bit of today's affairs, otherwise, you will affect the entire family!" "

Although the old evil did not say it explicitly, as a large family manager, that guy immediately heard the meaning of the old evil words, that is, the one who leaked secrets, exterminated the clan! Frightened, he hurriedly said, "Young Master, don't worry, my mouth is very tight, and I promise not to leak a single bit!" "

"Very good, you stand down!" The old evil nodded in satisfaction. He was actually afraid that he would leak out about jumping the knife, which would be very troublesome, and maybe expose his robbery of the Augustus family. Although he is not afraid of the Augustus family, the less this fearless trouble, the better. Fortunately, the witness here is only an outsider, otherwise, the old evil can only kill people and kill people with a fierce heart.

After sending the guy away, the old evil also walked into Lanfako's laboratory. To be honest, the manor provided by the Stephen family is very good, and the buildings and supplies in this castle are definitely worthy of the treatment of the Duke of the Kingdom. But the problem is that it is not an aristocrat who lives here, but a troll.

As a result, everything here became so weird, the master's paintings on the walls were all dirt, even a pool of undried pus phlegm, and in the hall was a huge ornate dining table full of exquisite and precious gold and silver tableware. It's just that these tableware are now not filled with exquisite food, but all kinds of messy things, what grass roots, bark, bones, blood that has turned black, etc., and even a piece of dung, which if a real nobleman sees it, he must be angry to death.

At this time, Lan Fake had already completed the inspection of Crisichen, and saw him proudly said: "It's just a little toxin of the elven race, if it is on others, there may be a little trouble, but for a war soul druid of the elven race, it is very simple to treat!" "

As soon as the old evil heard this, he was immediately impressed by Lan Fake, but he didn't expect that this old guy really had some material, and he could easily figure out all of Chrischen's old base. Since he said it so easily, it must be very simple to treat, so the old evil urged: "Since it is simple, then it is not quick to cure!" "

"What's the rush?" Lan Fake gave the old evil a blank look, then turned to a cabinet and lowered his head and took out a silver wine glass from it. This cup is obviously a luxury item for the nobility, not only has exquisite patterns on it, but also the lightning emblem of the Stephen family, but unfortunately it is dirty now, it is full of dust, and I don't know how many years it has not moved.

Lan Fako casually took the cup and knocked it the side of the cabinet a few times, shaking off the dust at the bottom of the cup, and at the same time smashing the precious wine glass into shape, and creases appeared on the outside of the cup.

He didn't care that he had destroyed a cup worth several gold coins, and walked around the hall, picking and choosing from various materials here, putting dozens of kinds of animal blood, bones, grass roots, bark, and other things into the cup, especially excessively, he finally grabbed a handful of Natuo dung and threw it in.

After doing this, Lan Fako covered the mouth of the cup with one hand, and then kept shaking it while chanting the spell with words. The old evil could clearly feel that a strange aura passed from Lan Fako's body to the wine glass, obviously, this was the shaman's unique technique of refining potions.

You know, alchemy that can refine potions is available in almost all races, even dwarves are somewhat, but whether it is humans or elves and dwarves, their refining methods are similar to chemists on earth, relying on distillation and other processes with special vessels, so as to finally obtain potions. Only as long as the shamans of the orcs are not like this, as long as they have materials, they can directly use the shaman's unique demon art to refine it, just like the current situation.

Obviously, shamans are more efficient in refining than alchemy of other races, which is extremely effective in the chaotic battlefield, so it is very enviable. The old evil also heard the old mage mention it with jealousy, but he didn't expect to see it today.

After a short time, Lan Fake finished refining, and gradually stopped, he didn't have a trace of sweat on his face, he looked relaxed, reached out and handed the cup to Kris Chen, and said, "Drink it!" "

At this time, there was no more debris in the cup just now, and only half a cup of black viscous ** was inside, just like oil, and it also emitted a foul smell. Just looking at it makes me want to vomit, let alone drink it.

Kris Chen took it with a bitter face and looked at the old evil, obviously asking for his opinion.

The old evil had no choice, so he could only shrug helplessly and said, "I don't know about this thing, but I believe that Master Lan Fake won't lie to you!" Saying that, he still blinked, that means, the old guy has a handle in my hand, if he dares to play you, I will let him tickle to death.

Kris Chen naturally understood the meaning of the old evil, so he turned his eyes to the stench ** in his hand, and then he remembered the great feud of his wife and children. Kris Chen's eyes immediately turned red, and without saying a word, he drank all the ** in the cup in one breath, and the scene was like eating the flesh of the enemy.