"The brownish-red, white-edged mushroom is called the Blood Crown, and it is only possible to produce it in such a dark, cold place. You need to cut its cap into even pieces, then put it in clean water, boil it, and finally collect its steam with a blind. ”

"Only in places where people have just died will [death knell] grow, well, it's that little purple thing with petals stacked on top of each other. Squeeze them dry and remove impurities from the juice. ”

"Extracts from the walking corpse can be used in place of river pudding. Although it is not as poisonous as the small lilac fish, the medicinal properties can barely match. ”

"Finally, mix them up. Boil them after adding twice as much water. Be careful not to stir. Just let the solution naturally turn light green, and you can apply it to your sword. ”

Following Martha's instructions, Lydia used her potion pack smoothly. And used the simple alchemy tools inside to make a bottle of solution that looked dangerous. This light green fluid does not emit any strange taste. But Lydia didn't want to test the effect on herself at all.

"Do I need a special way to apply it?"

"There's no need. Martha glanced at the solution. "Potions made by people like you who don't know anything about alchemy don't need to be handled with care at all, as long as they are evenly applied. However, if you insist, applying it along the slope of the spine will make the effect last longer. There was a condescending sarcasm in her tone. It contains a full sense of contempt for fools.

She made no secret of it.

Lydia reacted as he expected, not using her fists or toes to remind her of her current situation.

Instead, she just pretended not to hear it.

It seems that she still has more respect for Martha's knowledge.

"You know so much. Do wizards even have to learn these things? I don't think you can use it. Lydia said as she quickly smeared the pale green potion onto the blade.

Martha replied faintly, "Alchemy and potions are compulsory courses for every official wizard. It's not like the things you usually see that can only be used as mobile ballistas. ”

"As for the technique of applying poison. Just read a little bit of the book and you'll be able to understand it. It's not a high level of craftsmanship either. However, there is a school of swordsmanship among the Red Guardians known as the Sword Singer, who is proficient in this way. But they are oiled, and the procedures are complicated. There are also many different effects. Unlike the bottle you use now, it can also have the effect of destroying life. And it can only be effective under the condition that the opponent's resistance is not high. ”

"Huh?" said Lydia, looking puzzled. "Aren't the walking dead undead, and is it effective to use them to destroy life?"

"Of course it doesn't work!" said Martha, annoyed. "This bottle of medicine is for people! Not for the walking dead! You can get rid of those slow, stupid things with your fists!"

"Oh. That's right. Lydia nodded and continued on her way.

She probably didn't notice. After poisoning the sword himself. There was no more sword forcing Martha to explore the way ahead.

This is a bad start for her. Unfortunately, she didn't realize that.

………………

About another twenty minutes passed. They had to stop when the stick tied to Martha's arm almost burned her fingers. Replace it with a new torch.

Along the way, they encountered about seven more walking corpses. But it's not a big deal. Except for dealing with a guy who was still wrapped in chain cloth armor, which took a little time for Lydia, the rest of the goods were done with one sword. However, in order to prevent them from getting up again, Lydia deliberately increased the distance between their upper and lower bodies.

In short, it's a dismemberment. This method has always worked well for the undead.

It was now estimated thirty feet above the surface, and the dragon's roar from above was almost imperceptible. But you can still feel the slight tremor coming from under your feet, and the trickle of sand that falls from the top of the tunnel from time to time.

It feels dangerous. It's like these tunnels are going to collapse soon.

It seems that there is a fierce fight above. It is estimated that the monster in the fog is fighting the dragon. Maybe it won't be clear until the night.

This sucks. Especially for people who are hiding underground. After all, no one can guarantee that this tunnel group will be able to hold out until those two monsters are separated. In the event of a collapse, few of the people down there should be able to get out alive. And even if they get out alive, they may not be able to find life in the gap between the two giant beasts on the battlefield.

This is extremely stressful for all survivors. And for Lydia, who is desperately hypnotizing herself in her heart not to think about Alice. This is especially true of this feeling.

She'd have to find a way to pass the time.

"Hmm...... About the sword singer you just mentioned. Let's talk a little more. ”

"Intrigued?" replied Martha. "It's not a secret, if you want to know, I'll tell you. ”

"That was before the Redguards came to Tamariel, when the continent they lived on had not yet sunk. It wasn't the kind of curved sword that was used to adapt to the desert climate of the hammer drop. At the top of their society is a profession similar to that of a poet. ”

"And then the war changed it. Soon, a poet-turned-profession was born, the Singer of the Swords. They worship a certain god who is called the god of war. And they fused poetry, sword skills, magic, and the divine power given by the gods into a furnace, and finally obtained their unique power - sword song. ”

"Feels like a magic swordsman?" Lydia whispered to herself.

"Demon swordsman, that's just a clumsy imitation. Martha said disdainfully, "Among the sword singers, those who have honed their skills to the peak are called sword masters. They can even cut through a mountain with their fingers!What can these so-called magic swordsmen compare to?"

"Sounds amazing. So are there still sword singers now?"

"Absolutely. The strongest of them, Franda, almost reached the height of the Holy Spirit. And it was he who led the Sword Singers across the sea to Tamarel. And this genre has also been handed down. It's just not as strong as it was back then. ”

Lydia suddenly felt a strong sense of immediacy. Something suddenly occurred to her, and she immediately stopped.

"How do I feel that you have simply changed the name of the legend of Sgrammer!Is there still a group of comrades in the province of Falling Hammer!?" she said loudly, frowning. "You're not kidding me, are you?"

"If you don't believe it, forget it. Martha said dissatisfiedly, "It's no good to lie to you." If you don't believe me, you can go with me to Winterhold. The academy has a collection of swordsmanship scriptures written by the sword saint Franda herself, the Book of the Rings!" she added in her heart. Although it was only a rubbing. ’

"Book of the Rings?what is that??" Sure enough, the wizard's words piqued Lydia's interest, and she immediately asked further questions, expecting Martha's answer.

But Martha couldn't have fulfilled Lydia's wish so lightly. She just turned backwards and quickly ducked behind Lydia.

"Oh~ It's no problem to explain it to you in detail. You'd better get rid of the guy hiding around the corner in front of you, though. ”

Before he could finish speaking, a strong wind came from the intersection ahead! A cold light pierced the darkness and stabbed at Lydia!

"Be careful! it's an assassin of the Dark Brotherhood!"

Martha's warning came from behind her, and the sword in Lydia's hand had already struck a dozen times! Because of the preparation in advance, a large space in front of her was well defended. The Assassin who failed to sneak up on her could only be gradually suppressed by her sword momentum, and was slowly forced to switch from attack to defense.

By the light of the fire, Lydia was able to clearly identify each piece of equipment on the Assassin's body.

He may be a dark elf. He is agile in his movements, but wears only a dark red composite leather suit. Holding two black single-edged daggers about a foot long. Moreover, he was wounded. This made his movements a little choppy.

This configuration is enough to deal with some less vigilant characters. But now it's clear he's picked the wrong opponent. His twin daggers were unable to effectively damage the light steel armor worn by Lydia, whose quenching sword was quite deadly to him.

It's not a fair contest. After all, the skills of the two are equal, but Lydia's equipment has an overwhelming advantage. If you can lose it...... It would be better for such a stupid swordsman to die early.

So, when the assassin was hit with the first sword. The second sword soon arrived, along with the toxin. A maximum of ten seconds passed after that. This guy can only lie on the ground, only incoming air, not out.

"Your a**...... It really works. Lydia looked at the sword in her hand with a complicated expression. This pale green solution allowed her to easily defeat an opponent who was actually on par with her in combat power. But it's not something to rejoice. Because if this thing is used against herself, the effect will probably not be much worse.

"It's yours**. Martha replied earnestly. "The raw materials you collect, the processes you make, the solutions you refine, the poison you apply, the swords you wield, the people you kill. It's your business, not mine. ”

"Ah, is that so. Lydia replied, "I now understand why the Brothers-in-Arms hate wizards so much. You're disgusting. ”

"It's like we wizards are begging to be friends with you. Martha straightened her arms, letting the light shine deeper into the passage.

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