"The experiment of injecting the blood of the monster directly into the human body failed, and the test subjects died without exception. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Symptom 1 is that the blood changes from a liquid state to a gel state that does not flow, which I call coagulation. It is really unreasonable and puzzling that blood is also in a liquid state, but when mixed together, it will coagulate. ”

Symptom 2 is as follows: "The subject has inflammation, accompanied by persistent high fever, and the internal organs gradually lose their function, and slowly fails." ”

"I found a large number of famous doctors for treatment, but all of these wastes were helpless, let alone prescribe medicines, and I couldn't explain any pathologies. ”

"In the event that I can't be treated, I can only rely on the body's own healing power, and in order to ensure the survival of the test subjects, the magical plants in the Silver Moon Forest are essential. ”

......

"Those damn long ears are really hard to deal with. ”

"Anchovies, scorching sunberries, silver dew, golden palms...... Investing a large number of precious magical plants can only delay the death of the test subjects, and the blood infused into the test subjects does not seem to have any other effect than destroying their bodies. ”

"In order to make progress, I even had to turn to my usual despised, despised wizards, to their strange dances and incomprehensible patterns!

"I'm crazy, I'm crazy, I'm crazy......"

"The experiment has reached a dead end, and there is no hope of success. ”

"Maybe, maybe, I, Vladimir Conrad, will, fail ......"

The next few pages were scribbled in scribble, and many of the Al were unrecognizable, except that they seemed to be the mage's emotional self-talk. Then there was the large blank space, and most of the book was turned over, and almost all of them were blank pages with only dates, and not a word on them.

Looking at the blank pages, Al couldn't tell what was feeling in his heart. As a human being, this Vladimir Conrad is no longer a scumbag to describe, he is not even worthy of being a human being, it can be said that he is inferior to a beast. Random vivisection and live experiments on the human body are just like Japan's Unit 731 during World War II on the earth, which is extremely vicious, inhumane, frenzied, and tragic, and its crimes are innumerable and heinous, and as long as there is still a little conscience of human beings, they will never forgive this crime.

Even uncivilized beasts, in addition to cannibalism by hunger, will not kill their own kind at will, but human beings, who claim to be the chief of all spirits, have many people who are at ease and do not hesitate to harm others.

What's even more ridiculous is that these harmers can make up all kinds of reasons and put forward fancy theories to conceal, shirk, and explain their own guilt, and they dress up so innocent that their hands are covered with blood, as if they are forced to be helpless, and sometimes they even bite back, is this the so-called wisdom?

Wisdom that has lost its moral shackles will only become the source of evil, and the more wisdom there is, the more sin there will be. Like black water covered with sludge, if the source of pollution is not blocked, the sewage will never be clear, but will only flow poison in all directions.

Human beings are born to shackle themselves, put on shackles, and connect themselves to each other. The incompetent cannot untie their bonds, the fearful dare not untie them, and the wise tighten their bonds. Only those who are ignorant and fearless will rely on their own brute courage to forcibly untie the shackles. He was refreshed for a while, free for a while, but he caused other connected people to be torn apart and staggered, did he ever have a trace of uneasiness and regret?

Maybe such people don't care.

There is a saying that has been widely circulated on the earth: science knows no borders, but scientists have nationality. In fact, the meaning of this sentence can be further expanded, no matter what kind of power, what kind of power, what kind of wisdom a person has obtained, please don't forget your human identity.

Don't forget that you are still an individual.

It's like a long string of numbers, no matter how many zeros there are after 1, without this 1, the 0 after it has no meaning. No matter how many identities a person has, such as a warrior, a mage, a priest, a nobleman, a king, a pope, etc., it is just those 0s, and only the word "person" is the indispensable one.

As a human being, Al hated this Vladimir Conrad very much, but as a mage, this man's wisdom made Al sincerely admire. However, it is such an arrogant and ambitious madman mage who reveals his depression through those blank papers, and tells how a genius fell almost bit by bit, which is embarrassing.

Also as a mage, Al is still a little sad to die from a rabbit to himself.

Looking through this shocking description again, Al suddenly felt that something was wrong, he always felt that he had heard something like this somewhere, and when he thought about it carefully, a memory immediately jumped into his mind.

"It's an orc! Isn't the record carved on the bones of the orcs exactly the same as in this book!"

"Those mages painted strange patterns on us, gathered people together for mysterious rituals, and the most terrifying thing was that they dissected the living, and the terrible screams and wails we will never forget, and we will be awakened in our sleep. ”

"They also injected the blood of wild beasts into the human body, and no one was able to survive, and all those who received the injection were covered in blood and died in agony. ”

These were the words of the orc ancestors carved into the bones, the cursed wails and accusations that Al swore he would never forget, how many nights of sleep he had been haunted by the nightmares of the tragic deaths of these orcs, and he could not break free. When he woke up, the slimy, cold sweat that covered his body wrapped around him like thick blood, giving him peace, and Al knew that it was the sin he inherited from his ancestors as a descendant of the human race.

He didn't expect the culprit to be this Vladimir Conrad. At least, he had a little bit of an explanation for the orc elders, he thought.

Continuing to flip through, after a large number of blank pages, the last few pages of the book are written with some words: "I have an idea: the human body cannot adapt to the direct injection of Warcraft blood, can a small amount of Warcraft blood become a part of the human body's blood circulation, so that after the body's own adjustment, the human body itself can produce blood containing mysterious substances." ”

"You may need human face fruit, silver dew, ivy people, four seasons flowers, blood withered vines, and chongxiao bamboo...... Part of the Tree of Life. He wrote the names of a large number of plants, and Al recognized less than a tenth of them.

Finally, he wrote: "I need to do a lot of experiments to test this idea, and I already have some eyebrows, but it's too small to write here." ”