After finally killing "Pocatello".

Check it out.

In addition to the possessed "Brown Bear Samurai" Uvacaza and another unlucky indigenous warrior, there may be some sequelae and need to be recuperated for a while.

Most of the people who accompanied him this time did not have any problems.

Although the evil spirit "Pocatello" can easily possess himself through the medium (such as killing a beaver), he cannot easily kill people with his mind.

In fact, the main cause of death of the previous "skinless people" was also because after being cursed, they skinned themselves with their own hands and died of excessive blood loss.

The "possession" itself actually doesn't hurt them much.

On the contrary, Uvacazha, who was the strongest, became the one who was the most injured, especially the six tendons that were cut off by Ai Wen in a hurry, even with the physical recovery ability of the physical side transcendent, it was not possible to recover in a short time.

"No problem.

Whether it's the sequelae of being possessed or the damage to the body, we shamans have enough experience to deal with it.

The result of slaying evil spirits at this price is far beyond my expectations.

If Pocatello continues to wreak havoc, not only will our tribe suffer, but the entire region of the Huron may be poisoned by it.

Thank you very much for your help!"

Apsova repeatedly thanked Evan with the high etiquette of the Atrians.

Subsequently.

The "skinless people" who had been torn to pieces by Uwakaza were also cleansed by the shaman's tribal leader in a ritual, and then they picked up dry branches and burned them to ashes in the raging fire.

Buried directly in this cold-water bay that has provided countless creatures to this land.

By the time the beginning and the end are completely cleaned up, the sky is already full of stars.

For the sake of safety, the group returned to the Yucatan tribe overnight with the three crow people who had "released their suspicions" after resolving the misunderstanding.

On the way, Milan unleashed two "lighting techniques" without hesitation, illuminating the rugged night road in the mountains and forests as bright as day, making the natives and Director Necardo, who had already woken up, look sideways.

"Hehehe, Captain Aven, when you have time to pass by Donglunzhi, please come and sit with me.

I don't have anything else, but I still have a few bottles of good wine in my collection....

If you haven't thought about what to bring with you on your return journey, I have a batch of fine white-tailed deerskins that can be disposed of for you at a reasonable price. ”

There is no true god in this land, they are more direct and realistic, and the dangers within the scope of cognition are protected by muskets, but what about the dangers that belong to the mysterious side outside the scope of cognition?

It doesn't matter if he's a wizard, a shaman, or a knight, whoever is reliable will of course get closer to whom!

Didn't you see that at the beginning, even the three crow people who were responsible for dealing with strange events were almost planted?

If it weren't for Captain Evan and his two officers coming with him today, everyone would have been wiped out, and it is likely that they would have been torn to pieces by their strongest combat force, the "Brown Bear Samurai" Uvacaza...

"Yes, Mr. Director, I will come back and forth. We need a lot of care from you when we first arrive!"

"No problem, definitely!

After some conversation, both of them felt that they had taken advantage.

One is to have force and backing, and the other is to have connections, connections, and resources and to be a person.

Return to the Yucatan tribe.

Although the evil spirit has been completely eliminated, it has also lost five precious clansmen to the Yucatan tribe.

That night, the solemn "prayer ceremony" of the Atlyans was carried out, and there was no energy to entertain these "guests" for the time being.

The "guests" didn't care, and after having eaten a fairly hearty dinner in the tribe, they went to rest.

Especially for Aven, who has obtained the "Dust of the Evil Spirit".

He couldn't wait to return to "Fort Dilborne", and now he was ready to make a move and configure it into a "psychic potion" that he had been thinking about for a long time!

In fact, in the end, it was Aven, Milan, and Kaka who combined to take out the evil spirit.

But it's not because of how powerful this evil spirit is, it's just that it's too difficult. Even in the end, Aven's physical exertion wasn't serious at all.

For an extraordinary person who has reached the peak of his physical fitness and the peak of his mental strength, he can maintain his energy even if he does not sleep for days and nights.

You can eat food for a few days at a time, or you can live purely on the energy reserves you have already absorbed for several days.

Dangerous substances that can be fatal to ordinary people have little effect on them, and there will be no adverse reactions when they drink water with excessive bacterial levels in rivers like animals.

After the peak knight completely completed the ferocity of the flesh, every cell from the inside to the outside had completed the qualitative transformation. Aiwen's current body is not inferior to that of a large beast, and his survivability is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Usually, there is just no need to abuse himself, if there is a need, Evan can turn into an efficient wilderness killer at any time, a hundred times more powerful than any so-called wilderness survival master and special forces in his previous life!

Bang! bang...

In his separate room, Evan took out all kinds of dispensing utensils from the "magic pocket".

Place the "Evil Spirit Dust" harvested today on the test bench.

Even Evan couldn't help but be intoxicated by the beautiful particles of light that floated like stars in it, who would have thought that such a beautiful thing could be the legacy of a "ghost"?

It was a stroke of luck that soon after coming to the New World, you would be able to obtain this "Evil Spirit Dust".

And because it was originally gathered by many souls with the concept of "bereaved evil spirits" as the core, the dust left behind was of course not small.

But.

The next time I want to see this evil spirit "Pocatello" who selflessly sacrificed himself, I don't know when.

It may also be necessary for another soul in this area to pass away, and then recondense after tens or hundreds of years.

But.

Evan was extremely skeptical that with the colonial cause in full swing, there was still a chance for it to reappear.

When there are no more Atellans left in this area, not to mention new evil spirits, even the concept of "Pocatello" will probably gradually disappear...

Po –

Using candles, essential oils, and silver daggers as props, spiritual barriers and barrier walls were routinely propped up, separating the longhouse from the outside world both physically and spiritually.

As the highest potion in the apprenticeship stage, the potion that can connect people with the unpredictable transcendent root of danger, the "spirit world", can already be seen as a portal to another world!

Especially in the unstable stage of the formulation process, of course, the necessary protection needs to be done.

In the event of provoking a mysterious being from the "spirit world", whether good or bad in nature, is not what the wizard who is dispensing medicine wants to see.

"Goo-doo... Goo-too..."

At the intersection of winter and spring, day and night, the spring is boiled at 14.2857 centimeters underwater (this number is said to be the distance between the physical world and the spiritual world, of course, it doesn't matter if it is not so precise, as long as it covers that number).

Materials are limited, so you can't waste them.

Adjusting his condition to the best, Ewen carefully weighed 20 grams of large deer flower mushrooms that had completely dried and looked like sika deer, ground them into a fine powder and added them to the water.

This is followed by the Nine Sections of Grass, the Sage Grass, the Hell Bell (Mandala Flower), the Heavenly Blue...

Whether it's grinding powder, or keeping the juice fresh, or a whole plant, Aven is meticulous in every step.

Although the auxiliary materials needed have been collected in the warehouse of the "Potions Branch" of the Alchemy School, even the materials that need fresh plants are well preserved because they are in the "Magic Pocket".

But in fact, many of these things are abundant in the New World, and the high activity of the "magic element" has obviously caused the situation of these strange witchcraft materials to flourish.

As a shaman, Apsova generously opened up his collection for Aven, especially the Sage Grass and Mandala Flowers, which were of better quality than those of the Alchemy School.

Evan unceremoniously replaced them.

If that doesn't work out, then it's really not a matter of materials...

Minutes and seconds passed.

Po! Po...

The crucible had turned into a strange brown liquid with sticky bubbles, and if it weren't for the wrong color, some people would believe that it was a pot of asphalt.

And Evan knew very well that most of these materials were strongly hallucinogenic even if they were not used for dispensing.

Whichever one you want, if an ordinary person eats it directly, it is possible to go straight out of the body.

Well, the one that never comes back...

At this time, when boiled together, the smell of its overflow alone can make people play happily with the little man with the yellow hat.

Take a look at the time in the "Dataized Field of View".

The total boiling time has reached the point where the prescription says "the standard sand clock is inverted thirty-six times", and before the invention of clocks and watches in ancient times, sand clocks were one of the necessary tools for wizards in their experiments.

The time it takes for a standard sand clock to be inverted once is actually one minute.

The number thirty-six represents a multiple of the flow of time between the spirit world and reality, and the spirit world is thirty-six times faster than the flow rate of the real world.

Pinching the last second with precision, Evan poured the glowing dust from the crystal bottle down.

Poof——!

The recipe for potions describes the recipe for this place very metaphysically.

The amount of dosage is entirely up to the wizard's own spiritual sense, and at least so far, no sage has been able to give a precise dosage at this step.

According to the Rite of Flesh and Blood, some people have followed spiritual guidance and poured in all the "evil spirit dust" that they have painstakingly collected for two years and have succeeded, while others have just added a small wisp of the same successful preparation.

However, Evan felt that even when it came to ethereal spirituality, there should be established rules to follow. Just because you haven't found it now doesn't mean you won't find it forever.

The "Data Vision" records the entire preparation process of Aiwen in great detail, whether it is success or failure, it can always provide a trace of useful reference for the next preparation.

Then, like those who had been in the past, he followed his "spiritual" sense and confidently poured a tithe.

Whew-

A silver spiritual wind blew through the entire space surrounded by barrier walls.

The original thick asphalt-like liquid quickly becomes clear, the impurities in it slowly settle, and the beneficial liquid medicine slowly separates upward.

Even if the fire of the alcohol lamp is still strong, it can no longer make the liquid boil in the slightest.

Eventually, except for a pile of gray-brown material that had settled at the bottom, the surface had turned into a clear liquid with a silver glow.

"It's strange, this layer on the surface is the same as the description after success, so where do these impurities come from?"

Evan's muttering to himself had just fallen.

Bang –

The heat that just didn't know where it was stored suddenly exploded.

The pot full of liquid water splashed out, and the mist filled the room in the blink of an eye.

Hiss!

However, Ai Wen, who was in it, did not feel the heat of the boiling water at all, but felt a chill behind him.

Without even looking back, he threw himself forward.

The next moment.

A roar grazed his scalp.

Evan had already rolled over, burrowing under the crucible table.

Look back.

On the side where he was standing, a familiar ghost with a pale face and hollow eye sockets smiled strangely at him.

Then he withdrew the pitch-black ghost claw and slowly dissipated into the air.

Looking at the ground again, only a circle of black and fine dust remained.

That's the last residue of all the previous drugs after the formulation failed.

Being attacked by a strange potion that he failed to concoct is a must-have routine for a "potions" wizard.

Evan had long been used to it.

It's just an afterimage of a ghost, and in the space sealed by the spiritual barrier, the dangerous spirit world that can't communicate is nothing more than the energy that can be contained in a pot of medicine.

It's not even close to killing him!

Aven's face remained unchanged, and he cleaned up the messy test bench and started again...