Home to more than 300,000 human settlements, Nome City is home to all the "joys" that can be found within a radius of hundreds of miles, where you can find gambling stalls for high-rollers to drink pheasants, brothels for money seekers to relax their purse bags, and liquor shops for greedy drinkers to get drunk...... And these are exactly the entertainment places that the surrounding desert tribes do not have, so there are always some children of tribal nobles who can't stand the loneliness to come to this city to consume and play. These young desert aristocrats often dress up in disguise to avoid being discovered by their parents, and most of the time they enter the city lightly or even alone.

The guards at the gates of Nome apparently regarded Bradch as an elven nobleman who came to "have fun", and after a little checking, he was allowed to enter the city, only to tell him that a curfew would be enforced after a few hourglasses, and that he must hurry up to find a place to stay in the "East Market" - gambling stalls, brothels, inns, and liquor stores, all of which need to be spent in the city, can accommodate him, a solo traveler. The kind-hearted Brach thanked the guards at the city gate for their guidance, and walked towards the "East Market", which was not too far from the city gate.

According to his impression, the people of this place used to be cowardly at best, but the inhabitants who still live here can be called degenerate. It was hard for Brach to imagine that there were so many addicts who took Skuma's potions in a city, and that he had encountered so many vendors selling the products of this forbidden alchemy.

"I'm afraid the city is in big trouble. ”

He entered the main gate of the "East Market", and planned to find a place to stay until dark, and then go out to the military camp fort defending the city of Nome to find out the movement of the army. But who would have thought that in this market, not only did he see a large number of merchants watching the stalls and customers wandering around sipping Skuma potions, but even more, almost every gambling stall, brothel, and liquor store was selling "makeover" Skuma products. Moreover, the stalls that were originally dedicated to the slave trade were no longer sufficient, and a large number of men who sold their daughters with grass sticks on the beards, although they were all yellow-skinned, returned the silver kate to the merchants who sold the Skuma potions as soon as they received the money.

"The guy who drank that stuff had a problem with his brain," the only stall that didn't do that was the blacksmith shop that made armor and weapons, and it had been thriving for a long time due to the outbreak of the Horbal War. A blacksmith who often sells steel weapons to desert tribes said to Brach in fluent Elven language: "Even if there is nothing wrong with it, even if you drink those devil saliva, even the most serious people will become the devil on the ground." ”

Brach, disguised as a noble child of the desert elves, rubbed his fingers against the surface of the steel iris shield, checking for depressions and flaws, while pretending to talk to the boss casually: "Isn't that thing forbidden to be traded, made, and eaten by a big official in your Medici Empire, why do anyone dare to violate the dignity of the strong so blatantly? And I see that the shops that sell it still have a price increase notice that says "it will be sold out...... Boss, your craftsmanship is good, this iris shield has no traces of riveting, it is hammered out with iron plates. ”

As if out of appreciation for the customer, the owner of the blacksmith shop ignored the young apprentice who reminded him to be cautious with his eyes, he took the silver nugget handed over by Bradge, threw it directly into the money basket without even weighing it, and then said: "Then there can be a fake, this is a craft handed down by three or four generations, one or two hundred years, and it is different from those nouveau riche who make a fortune by making money." Knowledgeable elves, you wait and see, the paper can't contain the fire, sooner or later, one day His Excellency Davishur will find out about the situation here, and those guys will have a look. ”

After continuing to talk for a while, at the recommendation of his boss, Brach exchanged one of the only two silver ingots left on his body for a dozen small flying knives with a hand-hammered moire pattern. It was only then that he went out of the blacksmith's shop and found a restaurant where he bought some food. He found that Nome's food was much more expensive than before, except for the clean water he drank, and the price of food such as roasted snakes, cooking cakes, and jujube mash had tripled. Thanks to the fact that the purchasing power of the silver ingots was not discounted, he would not owe money on credit.

As they tackled the food, the desert elves pondered the information they had obtained. It is not difficult to find that the Skuma potion is sold so rampantly in Nom that there must be the support of the city's archons. And the conspiracy hatched by the consuls and mage garrisons may be an extension of the evil consequences of the flood of Scuma in the city—

The administrators of Nome City and the Skuma traffickers have colluded to ravage the city, and in order to divert the attention of the Grand Vishur of Medici and the angry citizens of the city, they deliberately want to provoke a war that can ensure victory, and use the blood of the Desert Elf tribe to wash away their sins.

There may be other conspiracies mixed in, after all, any conspiracy in this world is intertwined, never alone, and such a ruse is too easy for people to see. But that doesn't affect Brach's plans for the future. The best way to untie the tangled mess is to find the root knot and then swing a knife to remove it, and the skuma sold in the city at this time is the root of all problems.

Although the Desert Elf's reasoning was biased by the lack of too much crucial information - he didn't think that all of this had anything to do with the Soulbinding Mage's ruins, he did choose the right path for how to solve the problem at hand.

Scuma is an alchemical product, which is not like an inferior liquor, and the average merchant cannot blend it according to the recipe, and requires the caster to operate at all key stages of its production. Therefore, although Skuma is everywhere in Nome City, there must be only one source - the Warrior Mage of Nome City.

Having eaten and drunk, Bradch walked out of the restaurant after clearing the account. As the sun sets, the streets of the East Market look like they're covered in a layer of dried blood, and the desert elf prepares to add another touch of color. He first tore off a section of his burqa and covered the iris shield he had just purchased, so that the shield would not reflect the starlight of the night, and would be more conducive to his next plans. Then he collected some dried herbs from both sides of the "East Market", and this tenacious desert plant would dry up and roll into flocculent clumps, which would be smeared with animal fat obtained from the restaurant and turned into a fine ignition material.

After making preparations, the Desert Elf wanders the streets in the guise of a drunken wandering warrior. All the merchants selling this contraband in Nome have put up "destocked" signs, and the price of the Skuma potion has risen so high that some of the street shops will not stock up on it. According to his speculation, those stores will definitely replenish their stocks as they sell, and as long as they follow the source of the skuma when they are purchased, they will definitely find the source of the skuma, and at the worst of all, they can find the warehouses where the finished products are stored.

The hard work paid off, and it didn't take long for a few teenage helpers to emerge from a brothel, and they hurriedly turned from the main road into the alley. With the help of the art of speech, the whispered voices of the men reached Bradch's ears almost word for word. "Boss's orders", "Go quickly, return quickly", "Get the goods", "Scuma is sold out quickly"...... These words let the Desert Elf know that the opportunity he was waiting for had come, and he anchored his target and followed along.

With his skills, the group of helpers who bought Skuma's potions naturally couldn't find out about its existence. He didn't even need to hold on to his target, and by the sound of footsteps in the breeze, Brach could make out the whereabouts of several people. Turning through the alleys, he came to the mansion of the "Founding Lord" Khedive, and yes, the apartment of the "Centaurs" was a warehouse where almost all of Norm's finished Scuma potions were stored.

Guarding the mansion was a group of hired bodyguards, and although they looked vicious, they didn't really fight Brackey's enemies. The desert elf found what he was looking for after greeting everyone in the mansion with a scimitar, using the famous "Kang's stealth method" in one of the planes.

The stock of Scuma here has really bottomed out, and there are only tens of thousands of bottles left in the huge warehouse, and the black-hearted "tongue puller" is still willing to let go of these "little pitifuls". With the help of the igniter, he easily set fire to the empty yellow oak shelves in the warehouse, the grease-rich wood was perfect for burning. After doing this, the Desert Elf Sylocer also used the "Sound of Destruction" to directly destroy the load-bearing walls of the entire mansion.

When the flames rose from here, a large number of City Watch guards rushed to fight the fire, and tried to salvage more supplies. It's just that the means of ordinary people are only a drop in the bucket for this "disaster", and they are powerless to stop the fire, and at most they can only control it from spreading to the surrounding buildings. However, several of the Guardian Mages who were apparently related to the owner of the warehouse and rushed over after hearing the news were all sniped by the Syllor.

"What the hell is going on!" the Archon of Nome City had a growing headache, and even the Moon Candy Special Drink, which used to be able to relieve his symptoms immediately, could not relieve him at the moment, and he roared at the black-robed old mage sitting in front of him, "The two envoy teams did not return on time, and the most important cooperation between us has been dealt the most fatal blow. Without the Skuma potion, tens of thousands of addicts could destroy the entire city of Nome in a single day without enough ammunition pressure from the guards! I want you to find out who destroyed the warehouse! I want him to die!"

Compared to the thunderous archon, the captain of the Nome Garrison Mage appeared to be more generous at this time. In his opinion, the loss of these things outside his body was a pity, but compared to the benefits that could be obtained from the tomb of the ancient soulbinding mage, these losses were not worth mentioning. When he was about to say a few words of comfort to the archon, the words that had reached his lips came to an abrupt end, and a brilliant portal appeared directly in front of the two people who were deliberating.

"I think you guys need to give me a reasonable explanation. ”

......

By this time, the Khedive had completely abandoned all his worries and was fully engaged in eating.

After the battle between him and the demonic bone golem, a number of moa riders arrived after hearing the news from the fleeing Santos. However, all they could see was the fragments of white bones scattered around the ground trying to assemble themselves, and the victors of the previous battle had long since escaped into the sand and lurked back near the corpses of the ancient brown dragons, where they began to feast.

The first target was still the internal organs of Kusilian, but after devouring a part of the dragon's kidney that was about one-third of its body weight, the Khedive began to feel that his body was no longer weak, and most of the injuries he had received had healed. As he had completely devoured the Elder Brown Dragon's kidneys, the monster suddenly burped as an egg erupted from its throat.

"This is your derivative body, which can greatly improve your eating efficiency. The words of the Soul Binding Crystal reminded the shark lizard beast that seemed to be frightened by its "egg-laying" behavior: "There will be more derivatives in the future, and you can produce a sufficient number of derivatives as long as you keep foraging." They will become your most loyal subordinates and even proud to be a part of your body. ”

Before the Khedive, who had transformed into a shark lizard, could come to his senses, the derivative body that he spit out broke out of its cocoon on its own, and its appearance was like a shark lizard that had shrunk several times. As soon as he adapted to his body, the newborn Derivation established a spiritual connection with the Khedif using the Soul Binding Crystal as a bridge. "Do you implement an accelerated feeding strategy?" it asks simply and unambiguously. After receiving the affirmative instructions, the shark lizard descended on its own to forage elsewhere in the dragon's abdomen. The Khedif also continued to gulp at the other remaining corpses of the ancient brown dragon at the urging of the Soul Binding Crystal, and after a while, he repeated the action again, giving birth to another derivation.

This "eat-spawn-eat" cycle was broken after it gave the thirteenth derival an order to forage for itself, and the shark lizard, which had been initially expelled to accelerate its feeding, returned to the khedive. It had nearly doubled in size compared to before it foraged for food, and at the same time, it held a ruminated lump of flesh with a rich breath of life in its mouth—the "highly effective absorber"—and explained the name and function of the mass to the Khedive in a simple way.

The main body of the shark lizard beast that had swallowed the "high-efficiency absorption" immediately understood the meaning of the name, and abundant vitality gushed out from it, and the energy contained in a small sarcoma was even higher than that of creating a new derivative body. As a result, this cyclic devouring process of digesting the "body of the beast" has been added to a new link - swallowing the highly efficient absorbent sent by the derivative body.

After giving birth to the one hundred and forty Derivants, the Khedive ceased to continue to produce and eat Derivants. First, the body of the ancient brown dragon used as food was about to be devoured, including the muscle tissue, and second, the body that had established a psychic connection with him had reached the upper limit of what he could accept and command. Swinging his claws to test his current strength, although his body was still only a shark lizard, the khedive already felt that he had some body mutations similar to those of a brown dragon.

The Adam's apple agitated, and a weakened version of a cone-shaped acid breath erupted from its mouth and poured directly onto a derivative. The latter, under the command of the Khedive's psychic link, remained silent and motionless, and finally turned into a puddle of viscous acid that could not be seen in its original appearance. Unfazed by the change, the other Derivations remained at their side, waiting for new orders.

"Slaughter the court of the elves of Sasami! don't let go of a single living creature, keep eating!"

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