Grave tore off a layer of tissue paper wrapped around the barbecue, grabbed the barbecue that had not cooled down and took a big bite, wine and barbecue, which was absolutely unimaginable treatment for other civilians in the refugee camp.

Grave thought calmly, the potion he was going to make, called the medicine of suspended animation, after taking it, within five hours, the whole person was no different from the dead, breathing stopped, the heart stopped, and only relying on the effect of the potion could hang a trace of his life. And the potion itself is highly poisonous, so many herbs written before, except for some disgusting, seem to be harmless materials for humans and animals, but under the powerful effect of alchemy, these messy raw materials are mixed together, and they will change, forming a highly toxic potion.

There is no more detailed record in the ancient books that Grave obtained, and the person who created this potion had only experimented on an old horse before, but there is still a difference between animals and humans after all, and as for what will happen after failure, the author of the potion did not test it in detail, but only made his own conjectures.

If the fake death fails, then there is only one possibility of real death.

This is also a bold decision made by Grave after careful consideration, he has been immersed in the field of alchemy for so many years, ordinary potion refining can no longer arouse his interest, what he pursues is a more magical potion, more difficult potion refining, the formula and effect of this kind of fake death potion, absolutely only seen in his life, the discovery of this potion, for Greve, who loves alchemy, is like a drunkard seeing a century-old wine, the conditions are forced, now he wants to live, wants to get out of here, this potion is the best tool。

Since the living cannot get out of the concentration camps, let the dead out.

Grave remembered the rebel refugees before, and he could have gotten out through this officer's door, but the sudden riot of the refugees disrupted his plans, and now the corpses of the rebels were piled up outside the concentration camp. The army kept a close watch over the camps, but no one paid attention to the places where the bodies were piled up.

Grave quickly ate all the large pieces of roast meat in his stomach, and at this time, the officer returned to the cell with a large package.

"Sir, these are the ingredients you want, I've packed them separately, and this—" The officer pointed to a bag soaked in black blood, "This is the heart of a dead man." ”

"Very good, thank you. Grave's eyes twinkled with an inexplicable look.

"Don't bother, how long does it take to refine your potion?" The officer didn't notice the strangeness on Grave's body: "When can I come and get it?"

"It will take about a day, you wait until this time tomorrow to come back, this potion smells relatively big when refining, in order to avoid some unexpected time, can you please not let others in during the period?"

"Of course that's no problem, I'm up to me in this piece. The officer nodded: "Eat and drink—"

"Alchemists don't think about anything else when they are refining medicine. Grave directly interrupted the officer.

"Okay, then good luck sir, I'm still waiting for your potion. ”

This time, the footsteps of the officers departing seemed to fade very slowly. After waiting for a century, Grave finally heard the cell door shut.

Grave's breathing was a little heavy, and his mood had changed because of his excessive excitement before, but fortunately, the officer's nerves were a little big, and he didn't notice anything unusual about him.

Grave took a few deep breaths and calmed down his excitement. As a professional alchemist, he knew that the most important thing was to ensure that his state of mind was peaceful, and even if it was the last step of refining the potion, he had to maintain a good state of mind. Grave put the tools he needed—a crucible, a round object with a black iron stand, and a few small black bottles, the mouths of which were tightly gagged with wooden stoppers, neatly arranged on the table in the room.

A red diamond-shaped piece of paper suddenly appeared in Grave's hand, and he gently placed the piece of paper under the black iron bracket, coincidentally, under this bracket, there was a recessed position, and the piece of paper fell gently inside.

Taking a deep breath, Grave picked up the crucible and placed it lightly on the stand, and then he removed the water bladder from his waist and poured some water into the crucible, and suddenly, the red diamond-shaped charm under the crucible suddenly burst into flames, and then slowly began to burn.

Rubbing his hands, this was the first step in the beginning of alchemy, Grave picked up a small sealed black screen on the table, shook it twice, and pulled the cork on it, the cork made a dull sound, and a pale blue flame jumped slightly on the mouth of the bottle.

"Fire Potion. Grave softly pronounced the name of the potion, this is not a difficult potion, but it is the most important basic potion, Grave quickly poured the potion in his hand into the crucible, the originally calm water suddenly boiled and tumbled, but soon calmed down again, and the clear water surface also turned a faint red.

"Add sage. Greve had the process of refining the potion in his mind, and he crushed the withered blue-purple plant in his palm and threw it into the cauldron.

A magical scene appeared, and after adding the previous fire potion, the sage entered the crucible and made contact with the water at the moment, like white paper touching the flames, and quickly dissolved into the liquid, the light red liquid in the crucible, the color gradually deepened, and slowly turned into blood red, if other people saw it, they would even think that this pot was cooking human blood.

This is also the reason why alchemists are not welcomed, in addition to their own mystery, the refining process of this potion has also been falsely rumored by many people, making this sinless thing become the embodiment of evil.

The liquid in the crucible slowly boiled, and Greve opened another package and added the plant rhizomes that had been ground into powder inside, this time, the liquid itself did not change, but a violent stench, spreading rapidly, even Greve, who was used to dealing with drugs, couldn't help but cover his nose.

He really didn't deceive the officer at this point, and the smell was as good as a dry toilet full of feces. If you want to talk about "Shadow of Exile" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~