Holding the glass bottle in his hand, Draenor remained silent, staring at the dark red blood like a sculpture.

He had expected to cheer after receiving the blood of the Elder King, but now there was only an iceberg of dead silence that filled his heart.

Vlaktu, where vampires and monsters live, the ocean of terrifying sea monsters, and the war-shrouded continent of Abel, the stories that can often only be seen in mythology unfold one after another in front of their eyes, and the most helpless thing is that all of this comes from a bottle of "white refining fire" that resurrects oneself.

Draenor noticed that the two people around him were also silent like himself, no one knew what to do after the curse was lifted, and continued to hide their identities to accompany King Will to play tricks? Or just find the right time to leave and find a way to return to his hometown - Canaan.

After a moment of hesitation, Draenor finally uncorked the bottle, pressed it to his lips, tilted his head up, and poured the filthy blood into his mouth with his eyes closed.

The foul smell spread along the tongue coating throughout his mouth, Draenor could barely breathe, the liquid was as cold as snow, and he couldn't help but gasp into his nose, but he still couldn't resist the peculiar smell of the rotten thing.

"Ahem! ...... vomit"

He quickly pulled the handkerchief out of his bosom and vomited the liquid away. He didn't have time to explain the situation to Vekily, but he was the only one who knew best, that it wasn't blood at all, but a chemical that smelled of fish.

"Damn, what the hell are you doing!?"

Vickyli immediately got up and pushed him away, dodging the blood-stained handkerchief. Exposed to the air for less than ten seconds, the liquid solidified into a viscous gelatinous substance along with the handkerchief.

Draenor rushed to the edge of the pool desperately, reaching out and scooping up a handful of water to rinse his mouth, he had already tried his best to suppress his fear of blood, who knew that it was even more disgusting than the liquid that smelled of blood as he had imagined, like the juice of ferns, and contained a foul stench of rotting proteins.

Jeanne could smell the smell from a distance of three meters, and Vicilly quickly closed the handkerchief, as if she had a clue about the composition of the liquid.

"Draenor, hand me the flint!"

Unable to resist the urge to vomit again, Draenor took out the blue flint given by Moran from his pocket and handed it to Vikirico.

Picking up the flint and borrowing Jeanne's dagger, Vicchily aimed it at the gelatinous object spread out on the table and swung it violently. The moment the metal collided with the flint, there were sparkling sparks, and the viscous dark red colloids burned like kerosene, and the shaking flames took on an eerie pale blue.

Vicilico subconsciously pulled the blanket to extinguish the burning handkerchief, and white smoke slowly emerged along the gap between the blanket and the tabletop, which was the smell of rotten eggs that had made Draenor gag before.

"Looks like it's almost certain." Vikiriko rewrapped the handkerchief and hid it under the table.

What are you sure of? Draenor rubbed his temples suspiciously, he didn't know what Vekily had in mind, but it wasn't difficult to be sure from the scene in front of him, the dark red liquid was definitely not the blood flowing in the body of ordinary creatures.

"Is it brimstone?"

Whether it was out of fear or curiosity, the smell of rotten eggs Draenor was hard to forget once you smelled it, and you could vaguely smell it when I was soaking in the hot springs in Dieara, which was the characteristic smell of sulfur near the volcano.

Seeing that Vikirico pursed his lips slightly, Draenor was sure that his idea was affirmed, but what puzzled him was that as a seemingly normal Lycos, how could King Will have such a substance in his blood?

"It's not just sulfur, it's not about blood at all." Vicky leaned back on the couch, her eyes fixed on the white smoke rising from under the table.

"Remember the first thing you saw when Vlactu woke up?"

Draenor was stunned for a moment, then nodded firmly, of course he remembered! A huge circular room, a wooden table full of alchemical tools, Vikirik in a white gauze dress, and the strange doll he never dreamed of meeting again, Stella.

Wait, what the hell is she trying to imply? Draenor couldn't help but frown and think carefully, from waking up in that room it seemed that everything around him had something to do with alchemy, alchemy...... Stella...... Can you find any answer between the two?

Thinking of this, Draenor's brow gradually relaxed, and he seemed to gradually begin to understand Viklico's thoughts, the puddle of viscous liquid on the table before was indeed a material that could only be used in alchemy.

Seeing Delano Math's expression, Viklico finally let out a long breath and explained the facts in front of her.

"That's right, it's alchemy......"

“…… Does this have anything to do with the elder king's illness? "Draenor has basically guessed the nature of the liquid, and what he cares about the most is the connection between the liquid and the eldest king.

"Yes, and probably more than we can imagine...... This is not an ordinary liquid, it originated from the holy miracle of Vraktu around 1500 years, and soon after the White Refining Fire was listed as a forbidden medicine, the Misalans began to develop a new stamina enhancer, mixing sulfur and aldehyde agents, and then mixing red mercury as a solvent, adding a little human blood as a catalyst to obtain a biologically active elixir - blood spring. ”

The awkward and unfamiliar terms made Draenor's mind swollen, but fortunately he didn't need to study the fundamentals of alchemy, mainly to understand the efficacy of its final result.

"This medicine was also popular in Canaan, and it was believed that the blood fountain was an irreplaceable panacea that could maintain optimal health by mouth alone. But those are just the appearances, after long-term use, the human body will produce terrifying changes, first chronic anemia, followed by muscle fiber calcification, and finally will erode the brain, making the patient become like a living dead. ”

These words reminded Draenor of a scene he had seen in the King's bedroom not long ago, where Will's body was indeed not normally emaciated, but a terrifying form like the living dead as Vicky said.

Vikiriko got up and paced in front of the couch for a moment, pausing for a moment before adding, "But there's no denying that the 'Blood Fountain' is an extremely effective antiseptic, at least in Nikanlos, and it is no longer used in living people. ”

Draenor looked back out the window, and the soldiers could still be seen in the distant town, everything like the calm before the storm.

"Could it be that in fact, the Elder King has been actively cooperating with the treatment, but he has just believed in the crooked way and used the 'Blood Spring' potion?"

"Heh......"

Vicilico sneered and bowed slightly, Draenor didn't know if it was an affirmation or a mere expression of confusion about the facts.

"It's still uncertain what exactly happened to the Elder King, but it seems that this potion is indeed a 'blood spring'."

I saw her leaning over and picking up the previous syringe from the table, and with the shaking of her palm, the dark red liquid in the syringe swayed back and forth, and translucent bubbles bubbled.

"Whoever the concoctor is, I'm sure - it's an alchemist bordering on madness."