Chapter 212:

"Why bother? For that man"

Whispering softly, the man looked at Filin, and after a long time, he sighed slightly, leaned over and picked up Filin, who was already seriously injured, and walked back to the cabin......

As an important person in the Black Forest, Filin actually does not mean much to Freya.

For one, this is not the territory of the Black Forest.

Second, the special Tros boy in front of him may have something to hide from Filin, otherwise Rosis would not have snatched it with such fanfare.

Even if Fei Lin came to ask for someone, it was probably sneaky.

Moreover, Freya is not a necromancer, and she has not thought of completely killing and extracting it by autopsy.

After all, although that method was very efficient and successful, Freya was not very proficient in necromantic expertise.

If you accidentally break it, the next 'Forest Hunter' won't be so easy to catch.

Two days later.

The raging storm passed quickly.

The sky became unusually clear again, and the appearance of several seagulls indicated that the next port was not far away.

Inside the elaborate cabin, Freya, dressed in civilian clothes, is holding a test tube containing a clear liquid and slowly heating it on an alcohol lamp.

Next to her was a test tube rack with three huge red test tubes inserted on it, and a faint green glow lingered on the test tube rack, keeping the liquid inside the test tube active.

After a long time, wait until the liquid in the test tube is heated to a certain extent. Freya slowly removed the test tube from the alcohol lamp and quickly poured it into a beaker containing a pile of white maggots.

'Hiss......'

As soon as the transparent liquid came into contact with the maggots, it made a soldering iron sound, and the color gradually turned blue.

Observing the changes in the liquid, Freya reached out and snapped her fingers.

A green talisman appeared, quickly blending into the liquid under her control.

'Whew!! ’

As soon as the runes melted into the beaker, the originally quiet blue liquid suddenly rose into a crimson flame, and at the same time emitted an inexplicable smell of sea.

Sniffing the peculiar smell gently, Freya slowly stood up with a satisfied expression.

"The botanical decomposition potion is finally here! Fortunately, it was in the Elk boat, and it was estimated that it was replaced by an area in the middle of nowhere. It's really hard to get the ingredients for this potion. ”

Wait until the flame in the beaker dissipates automatically. She was not afraid of being hot, so she directly reached out and grabbed it and shook it gently.

The liquid after the flames was no longer blue, but a different kind of green. If you look closely, you can see the dense white silk threads inside. They are intertwined and twisted like living creatures.

A botanical-based decomposition agent. It's just a primary potion, and it's not very difficult to make it itself, so Ephraya's ability can be synthesized completely after a few failures.

Skimming his eyes at the Tros boy who had been put down by the lethargy. Freya counted the time, put down the potion in her hand, turned around and picked up a syringe and skillfully drew his blood again.

The Tros themselves have a strong restorative power, and can survive for a long time even if they suffer a large amount of blood loss.

In the past two days, Freya has been 'irrigating' the treatment of this teenager, in addition to keeping him in a comatose state, with high-quality liquid food.

Four tubes of blood were drawn in two days, which was completely controllable.

The scarlet fluid was drawn from the veins, and after a long time, Freya carefully injected it into a new test tube and placed it on the test tube rack.

Then, she took out the front tube containing the blood, unplugged it, and slowly poured it into the beaker that dissolved the potion.

'Poof'

There was a slight sound, and the originally diluted blood seemed to become very viscous when it entered the decomposition potion.

And those dense white silk threads seemed to boil, frantically winding towards the blood.

After a while, the entire beaker actually produced a slight fluttering sensation.

Quietly watching the violent reaction in the beaker, Freya took two steps back and gently chanted an unknown incantation.

The spell was not the old Elven or the Abyssal language of the past, but a simple hoarse voice with a rhythm.

This is a secondary trick recorded in Hegel's spell book that can exert the energy of potions.

From the vague words in the book, Freya guessed that this particular spell was chanted in a similar way to the mysterious shadow world.

After all, Hegel's specialization originally belonged to the shadow system.

With the hoarse chanting of the incantation, a trace of spiritual power slowly formed a black and white skull and levitated above the potion.

The skull resembles a human, but has two sharp horns.

At the moment when the skull was fully formed, Freya pointed at the beaker.

The skull immediately pounced.

There was no light and shadow effect, but at the same time as the skull was submerged, the boiling dense thin line in the beaker was raised again to a certain extent.

Standing nearby, Freya could even hear the slightest bite.

It was as if the thin white threads had separated something from the thick blood.

"It's amazing!"

Looking at the change in the potion, Freya showed a hint of joy.

Judging from the fluctuations emitted by this elixir, it was originally just an ordinary primary elixir, but with the blessing of this special way, it was actually able to surpass the intermediate elixir.

And this is only applied by using spiritual power with special chanting spells, and there are no other external objects.

"Is there something special about this thing? I've already exceeded the law of conservation from some kind of program."

However, although I was pleasantly surprised by the particularity of this method, the potion in front of me had already been quickly decomposed.

The boiling beaker slowly stopped, the dense white threads gradually lost their activity, and the originally viscous blood turned into a translucent blue film, attached to the top of the potion.

Freya took out the tweezers and uncovered them with a single touch.

"That's what broke down?"

Frowning slightly, Freya looked thoughtfully at the film on the tweezers.

In the induction of spiritual power, this film does have a strange flow of energy.

After thinking about it, she stretched out her free left hand and flicked it lightly, and a cyan wind stream slowly spread towards the blue film.

Just as he was about to touch the film, the cyan wind flow suddenly became chaotic, and it actually dissipated under Freya's control.

"Huh!? It's "

Seeing this abnormal reaction, Freya's eyes narrowed, and a trace of spiritual power directly entwined past.

Long

She lowered the film that had become transparent.

"It seems that this method can really extract a small part of the bloodline ability, but I didn't expect it to be so small in quantity, even the most rudimentary bloodline imprint is completely insufficient." (To be continued......)