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After a while, the sound of bubbles swelling in the cell sounded, and the skin of Iron Hand's whole body began to turn gray, looking like the color of cement, and erect like a stone.

"Looks like they've already started that experiment," the dark shadow in the corner stared at the mutated Iron Hand, and after some hesitation, chose to come out of the shadows.

This was a skinny goblin, but unlike the ones Yang Xiu had seen, this goblin had a gray beard, Indian-like feather tattoos, and two arms that were so thin and long that they could almost touch their knees.

"Let me see" The goblin walked over to Iron Hand's side and covered his hand over Iron Hand's body, the gray skin not only looked weird, but the texture was like a stone.

"I haven't fully mastered that technique, so I'm using it like this," the goblin said weirdly, as if he already knew about it.

Footsteps sounded outside the cell door, and the goblin hurriedly ran back to where he had been, quietly watching the cell door open.

"It's a real nuisance, and we have to waste some iron," complained the orc who walked in, and walked over to Iron Hand with a mask-like object, and pressed the mask against Iron Hand's chin.

"Come and help"

Immediately, an orc ran up to him, holding an iron nail and a hammer, trying to nail the mask to the face of the iron hand.

"Ah!!h

The sharp nail tip pierced into Iron Hand's flesh in this way, and two blood holes were directly inserted, and this iron mask would remain on Iron Hand's face forever.

The two orcs left after all this, leaving Iron Hand lying on the ground in fear, and the place where his mouth had been cut off was connected.

"Damn ......"

"The potion you drink will soon make you forget the pain," the goblin said.

"What the hell am I drinking?"

"If I'm not mistaken, it's called ...... Fearless Panic" Goblin thought for a moment and said, "Priest Sax was a member of an unknown organization, that organization was active all over the Plains of Soldoron and specialized in snatching something called the Key of Sodoron, and Sack once obtained a Key of Sodoron that was not known to that organization, and got the heart of an orc priest from it, which is the Fearless Panic Potion that you drink now"

"This potion is what it does?" Iron Hand asked as he looked at himself.

"The perfect level of fearless scare can make a person an invincible warrior who has no sense of pain and doesn't know what fear is, and Zac immediately retired from the organization and returned to the vulture tribe, but unfortunately he was killed by his own people before he could study it," Goblin explained.

"Then can I drink it now and become what you say?"

"I don't know, Sack was still in a state of exploration when he got the Fearless Panic Elixir, and I don't know if the orcs of the vulture tribe have optimized this, but judging from the symptoms you are experiencing on your body now, the effect is still good"

"What are the orcs of the vulture tribe doing with this?"

"Maybe you want to be stronger, you orcs should be very clear about their pursuit of power, in the past hundred years, in addition to our indigenous three tribes grabbing land and resources every day, you orcs have also wanted to strengthen themselves every day," the goblin said.

"I don't know any of this...... Iron Hand shook his head, the orcs of the wasteland are five low-level beings, and every orc here is living in chaos, like the goblins said should be what the big tribes are doing.

Potions are a technique in the hands of orc priests, who have mastery of the elements and knowledge of potions to create a wide variety of potions.

"The people who came in with you should have drunk the Fearless Panic too, it looks like the Vulture tribe guys are using you as a test subject"

"I'll make them pay when I get out," Iron Hand said, touching the iron armor nailed to his chin.

At this moment, Iron Hand's whole body had turned dark gray, and his pupils were red, making people look completely unthinkable that this was an orc.

In the middle of the prison, five orcs who had been fed without fear of panic and whose bodies were festering were brought here, their hands and feet tied to a cross-shaped wooden frame, unable to move at all.

"If you fail, kill them all," said the orc wearing a skin mask under the old sunflower tree, these losers are useless to them, and will only waste the place in the cell.

"Puff puff"

The orcs of the vulture tribe took a jar of black oil and sprinkled it on the five losers, black oil is an extremely burning liquid, a small drop can make the flame burn for an hour, and it was the black oil that the Iron Hand used to fight the ground spiders under the spider's nest.

An orc held a torch and threw it at the guy who was splashed with black oil, and immediately burned into several fire men, howling in pain and miserable in the outer prison, but the orcs of the vulture tribe were accustomed to an expression, and even laughed out loud, the vultures on the old sunflower tree fluttered their wings and planned to eat their prey, but they found that the flame burning with black oil was not something they could touch at all, and finally they could only stop on the ground and look at the five fire men who were tied up unwillingly.

"Amos, Fearless Panic, it seems that you haven't done enough research, we can't drink this thing at all, it's all because you must have asked to kill Zac in the first place," Vallon, the chief of the vulture tribe, complained to an orc leaning under the old sunflower tree.

"Wallon, everything takes time, Sakta was only a rough idea when he got the formula, no fear of panic is now progressing very quickly, give me a little more time, our vulture tribe will definitely become the true masters of the wasteland" Amos was feeding a fat white vulture with the jerky in his hand, his expression was very flat, as if everything was under his control.

"Amos, you'd better as soon as possible, most of our resources have been given to you to study this potion, if it fails in the end, you better believe that I will screw your neck off" Wallon said viciously, turning and leaving the prison.

"Hehe......" Looking at Wallon's back, Amos showed a strange back, and said softly: "The day when the fear of panic reaches perfection...... The organization will be satisfied, as for you Wallonia...... I'm going to make you the most fearless suicide fighter......"

The orcs stirring the green potion under the old sunflower tree did not seem to hear what Amos said, and the speed of their hands did not slow, and they were busy with their own work, and the vultures called from the old sunflower tree, flying in the sky of the tyranny.

......

"Chief, look, there's a tribe over there, Jamuri pointed into the distance" Since the Earth Turtle changed the terrain, the path they took has shifted the direction, and they have come to the current place in a daze, and not far away, the wooden wall of the vulture tribe appears in everyone's field of vision.