Section 82 Demon Alchemy

"Huh?" Lan Fake was stunned by the old evil's sudden words. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly felt a strange itch coming from behind. This is a strange itch from the bone marrow, it was okay at first, barely able to bear it, but as Lan Fake kept scratching his back, this itch not only did not subside, but became more and more intense, and finally the itch made Lan Fake unable to stand on his feet, and sat on the ground.

"Ah, damn it, what's going on!" "After Lan Faco fell to the ground, he soon discovered that there was another thing that made him even more desperate, that is, the muscles all over his body seemed to be disobedient, so that he was lying upright and motionless like a corpse, and the itch quickly spread to his whole body, making him feel like life was worse than death.

When Blue Falco fell to the ground, his energy rope disappeared automatically. The old evil who regained his freedom walked up to Lan Fake with a smile, looked down at the little old man who was like a dead toad, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh: "You have lived for so many years in vain, why don't you have any brains? If I don't do anything to you, I will let you go so easily?"

"What are you doing, I'm itching to death!" said Lan Faco in pain.

"Hehe, am I obligated to tell you?" asked the old evil with a smile.

"I'm not going to jump the knife, help him heal!" said Lan Faco, almost pleadingly.

In fact, it is not uncommon for the old evil to put it bluntly, just turning his feminine mana into a thread, lurking in the meridians in Lan Fake's body, as long as his mind moves, he can make these feminine mana attack. Not only can they block the meridians of the Blue Falco, paralyzing the whole body.

And the worst thing is that when this feminine mana travels between the meridians, it will produce an unbearable itch, which is simply a super torture for people who can't move their whole body. The old evil once used this to control and punish the betrayal of his subordinates, no matter how strong the man is, he can't withstand such stimulation, their extremely miserable appearance, the old evil himself is a little unbearable, so he will not use it easily unless he has to.

Now seeing that Lan Fake was already sweating like rain, the old evil knew that he couldn't stand it anymore, so he waved his hand to make those mana return to its place, and sneaked back into the meridians to hide again.

"Ah, it's itching me!" After Lan Fake got up, he immediately said with palpitations: "Boy, what kind of trick are you?"

"You don't have to ask about this, it's just a prohibition. The old evil then smiled and said, "How can you say that you are also a saint-level master, presumably this little prohibition should not be difficult for you, right?"

"This~" is a matter of honor for the master, of course Lan Fake can't show weakness, so although he is a little unwilling, he can only say hatefully: "Of course I can solve it, there is no doubt about it!"

"That's good!" The old evil smiled slightly, and didn't say much, just pointed at Kerry Chen and said, "You help him get rid of the toxin!" I won't launch a ban, otherwise, I will bear the consequences~"

"You~" Lan Fake was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, but the handle was in the hands of others, and he couldn't help it, so he could only say hatefully: "I told you, I can treat him, but, it's only because of my promise just now, not that I'm afraid of you, you know?"

For this kind of performance of dying to save face, the old evil just smiled contemptuously and didn't say a word!

Lan Faco had no choice but to say to Krischen depressedly: "You come with me!" As he spoke, he put away the totem pole and turned to leave.

The old evil winked at Chrischen and motioned for him to follow Lan Faco. Chrischen nodded gratefully, and followed Lan Fako into a room. But the old evil didn't go in, but turned around and beckoned to the guy who was leading the way on the side.

That guy saw the old evil's arrogance, and now he naturally put away his contempt, and respectfully ran to the old evil's side and said, "Young master, do you have something to order?"

"You can be in charge of entertaining Lan Fake, the distinguished guest of the family, and you must also be the old man of the family, right?" asked the old evil lightly.

"Yes!" the man hurriedly said, "Our family has been serving the Stephens family for several generations!

"Well, that's good!" the old evil immediately said: "Don't leak any of today's affairs, otherwise, you will affect the entire family!"

Although the old evil didn't say it explicitly, but as the manager of a big family, that guy immediately heard the meaning of the old evil's words, that is, the one who leaked secrets, exterminated the clan! Frightened, he hurriedly said, "Young master, don't worry, my mouth is very tight, and I promise not to leak a single thing!"

"Very well, you can step aside!" the old evil nodded with satisfaction. He was actually afraid that he would leak out the matter of jumping the knife, which would be very troublesome, and maybe he would expose his robbery of the Augustus family. Although he was not afraid of the Augustus family, the less such fearless troubles the better. Fortunately, there is only one witness here, otherwise, the old evil can only kill people ruthlessly.

After sending the guy away, the old evil also walked into the laboratory of Blue Farke. To be honest, the manor provided by the Stephen family is very good, and the buildings and supplies in this castle are definitely worthy of the treatment of a duke of the kingdom. But the problem is that it's not a nobleman who lives here, but a troll.

And so, everything here became so strange, the paintings of the masters on the walls were all dirt, and even a puddle of undried pus, and in the hall was a huge and ornate dining table, piled with exquisite and precious gold and silver tableware. It's just that what is now in these tableware is not exquisite food, but all kinds of messy things, what grass roots, tree bark, bones, blood that has turned black, etc., and even a piece of dung~. If this is seen by a real nobleman, he will have to be angry to death.

At this time, Lan Fake had already completed the inspection of Krischen, and he said proudly: "It's just a little toxin from the elves, if it is on others, it may be a little troublesome, but for a war spirit druid of the elf race, it is very simple to treat!"

As soon as the old evil heard this, he immediately looked at Lan Fake, but he didn't expect that this old guy really had some materials, and he could find out all the things about Cresichen's old background so easily. Since he said it so easily, it must be very easy to treat, so the old evil urged: "Since it is simple, it is not a quick cure!"

"What's the hurry?" Lan Fake gave the old evil a bad look, then turned to a cabinet, lowered his head and took out a silver wine glass from it. This cup is obviously a luxury item for the aristocracy, not only has exquisite patterns on it, but also the lightning crest of the Stephen family, but unfortunately it is dirty now, it is full of dust, and it has not been touched for I don't know how many years.

Lan Faco casually took the glass and knocked it on the side of the cabinet a few times, shaking off the dust at the bottom of the glass, and at the same time knocking the precious wine glass into shape, and creases appeared on the surface of the glass.

He didn't care that he had destroyed a cup worth a few gold coins, and walked around the hall to pick and choose from the various materials here, putting dozens of beast blood, bones, grass roots, tree bark, and other things into the cup, especially if he finally grabbed a handful of Nata dung and threw it in.

After doing this, Lan Fako covered the mouth of the cup with one hand, and then kept shaking it while chanting the words of the spell. The old evil could clearly feel that a strange aura was transmitted from Lan Fake's body to the wine glass, obviously, this was the shaman's unique technique of refining potions.

You must know that the alchemy that can refine potions exists in almost all races, even dwarves are more or less proficient, but whether it is humans, elves and dwarves, their refining methods are similar to those of chemists on the earth, relying on distillation and other processes with special utensils, so as to finally obtain potions. Only as long as the orc shaman is not like this, as long as they have the materials, they can directly use the shaman's unique magic to refine it, just like the current situation.

Obviously, the efficiency of shamanism is higher than that of other races, which is extremely effective in the chaotic battlefield, so it is very enviable. The old evil also heard the old mage mention it with jealousy, but he didn't expect to see it today.

It didn't take long for Lan Fake to finish refining, and gradually stopped, there was no sweat on his face, he looked very relaxed, he reached out and handed the cup to Krischen, and said, "Drink it!"

At this time, there was no longer so much clutter in the cup just now, and there was only half a cup of pitch-black viscous liquid in it, which was the same as oil, and it still emitted a foul smell. Just looking at it makes me want to vomit, let alone drink it.

Chrischen took it with a bitter face and looked at the old evil, obviously asking for his opinion.

The old evil had no choice but to shrug his shoulders helplessly and said, "I don't know about this thing either, but I believe that Master Lan Fake won't lie to you!"

Kris Chen naturally understood what the old evil meant, so he turned his eyes to the foul-smelling liquid in his hand, and then he remembered the great enmity of his wife and children. Krischen's eyes immediately turned red, and without saying a word, he drank all the liquid in the cup in one breath, and the scene was like eating the flesh of an enemy.

(To be continued)