Groups of orcs were sitting around in the simple open-air hall, with bright red firelight emanating from the burning purple firewood to the surroundings, the smell of drunken wine, the alluring aroma of barbecue, and the encouragement of rough and arrogant passion. All you could see were these happy orcs.
These
A large amount of stone that could be quickly restored was transported out of the old orc's cellar to renovate this simple open-air hall. The shorter orc with a gray body and dark soil skillfully carried it out from several tall beast ghost tribes.
The thick gray paste was fished out of a large stone jar. These seemed to be the materials for sticking stone bricks. Klein was sitting on the periphery of the circular open-air hall, slightly closer to the center. There were three or two fox tribesmen chatting with him.
, drinking while finalizing the specific details of the deal. The orcs are very generous and like to persuade people to drink, but Klein doesn’t like drinking very much. In particular, Klein carefully pushed the little guy who accidentally squeezed out of his robe into his robe.
Down.
"Your Excellency seems to be very interested in clay." A fox tribe member kept observing Klein's eyes by the light of the fire, and found that the other person would always turn his attention to the busy hard laborer from time to time. At first, it thought that Klein was interested in the rare hard laborer.
I was very interested, and later I found out that the other party paid more attention to the construction materials in the hands of hard laborers.
"Clay?" Klein repeated the term from the opponent's mouth, and said, "I have seen that the arenas you built use such materials before. They seem to be able to recover automatically. This makes people who have never seen such materials before
I'm curious."
"It's no wonder. As you can see, the architectural style of our clan is very different. The orcs don't like to build exquisite houses like you. The orcs care more about the durability of the houses. Clay is more difficult to mix with other materials, and the origin is also limited.
In a small part of the Orc Empire, there was a time
During the time, I heard that the original Feist once sold clay to other empires as a special material. Later, people realized the limitations of clay and stopped thinking about it." The fox tribe seemed to be pointing out something, like Klein.
Such alchemists can basically be sure to be born in Feist.
"What you are talking about should belong to the time when the Orc Empire was not divided, right? If it were the Fister Empire in modern times, I would definitely understand." Klein seemed to have not noticed the metaphors in the words of the fox people and answered directly according to the other party's words.
.
"Haha, you know it very well." The fox tribe laughed a few times, "Wouldn't it be a bit boring to just look at it from a distance? Why not take a closer look, I think you are not very interested in our tribe's events and celebrations.
"
"Event? Celebration?" Klein's brain paused and thought for a while before he suddenly realized that another orc empire had been destroyed due to the strong attack of bloodline demons. At least they gave up their original homeland, which seemed to be enough.
There is only one way to unite with the orcs here. It turns out that this is the case. I am lucky enough to witness that the two parties met to celebrate this event together.
A lucky man who has a great moment. In recent days, he has lost track of time in order to develop a new alchemical life. Fortunately, he chose the Orc Empire as a starting point. If he had chosen other empires, his background might have been touched all over and then he would be killed.
They were forcibly imprisoned here to develop war alchemy creatures specifically for them. Klein sighed, "Then it's better to be respectful than to obey."
"This way! Remember, be careful! Have you seen the lion tribe over there? That's another orc leader who is seeking alliance with us! Don't disturb them!" The smaller slave tribe was surrounded by a group of beast ghost guards.
Under the supervision of the director, the location and direction were constantly adjusted. There were fifty such construction sites in a circular open-air hall that was fully one hectare in size. "It's Mr. Kakadar! Why are you here."
Suddenly, the surprised voice of the guard captain of the beast ghost tribe who was sternly urging the hard laborers made the busy hard laborers stop their movements and couldn't help but look at the approaching Klein and his group. Klein frowned slightly, and when he got closer, he noticed that Shi
The liquid in the tank was actually mixed with a familiar smell, which gave him a bad feeling.
"Oh, that's it. Please feel free to watch what you want! Work quickly! Otherwise, even if Master Jieli has advocated that all races should be treated equally, I must use some means to let you finish the work in time!
"The guard captain finished his polite greetings to the fox tribe and began to urge the hard laborers to get to work.
"My tribe has never been very particular about this. If you are not used to it, please stand far away." The fox tribe noticed the subtle change in Klein's expression and thought that the other person was not used to this pungent smell. Klein shook his head and insisted.
To find out.
Reaching out and directly touching these sticky plant leaves and roots, mashed into a paste mixed with other unknown things, Klein's bad feeling became more and more obvious. The overall smell of the paste had a fishy smell, but among the fishy smell
There was also a stimulating fragrance, so familiar, so familiar that Klein couldn't touch it and noticed it, and kept stirring the stone jar with his fingers.
"Be careful!" Klein came back to his senses and suddenly heard the urgent warning from the fox tribe. His body went cold. It turned out that the large vat had been knocked over. The vat body made of heavy stone was very difficult for an alchemist whose body had not been strengthened.
For a dangerous weapon that could seriously injure their muscles and bones, Klein simply stood behind the knocked over tank. The tilted tank was only tilted more than half way before it was blocked by Klein's body, but there was a pile of sticky and pungent stuff inside.
The fishy smell is enough to make most people scream.
"Are you okay?" The fox tribe had already rushed up, pulling Klein out of the pile of paste that looked like a stinky ditch.
"Hey! Little bastard! Do you want to die?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Master Beast Ghost Clan, I didn't mean it!"
The originally harmonious night banquet was suddenly broken by the sound of curses caused by the knocking down of a stone jar, whips, and cries. The fox tribe grabbed Klein, only to find that the latter was stunned like a log. He was actually stunned by the scene just now.
They were shocked. The fox people couldn't help but feel this identity in their hearts.
The mysterious alchemist businessman felt a little disdainful, but the first priority was to deal with the stains on the opponent's body. Strictly speaking, the accident that just happened was caused by it to Klein. If it hadn't taken the initiative to suggest that Klein go and observe it up close.
Naturally this will not happen.
"Oh, it's okay, it's not a problem." Klein woke up when the other party was thinking about how to deal with the stains on his body. "He is also an alchemist after all, so he can cope with this situation." Klein took it out from his body as he said it.
Take a small bottle and sprinkle some white powder on your body, and the fishy smell will be replaced by a pleasant fragrance.
"I'm sorry, I made such a rash suggestion but you suffered such bad things for nothing. Blame me, blame me. Let's do this. You are an alchemist and you must be interested in all kinds of rare alchemical materials. Let's do it. I will compensate you some
The magic materials I have collected over the years, I hope to be able to
Please make some amends to your Excellency." The fox tribe led Klein to sit down again, but Klein was no longer interested in moving things with the fox tribe, and he no longer paid attention to the clay that once made him curious. He just kept recalling it in his heart.
, what is it that makes him feel very familiar...
The sound of wind broke through the air. With the help of Tongpo, Liming could easily detect the flying objects that were almost fused with the air. He tore through the air and waved at will to deflect the scattered flying shuttles. Taking advantage of this gap, Liming hid himself in the crowd.
Tongpo quietly opened his eyes to investigate, leaving him confused.
The current situation seems to be that Silver Needle Waterfall encounters a joint attack by Flying Fan Scholar, Mountain-piercing Giant Axe, and Magic Pen into Painting. It is a thrilling and bloody battle of kindness and injustice. Look at Silver Needle Waterfall Snow, it is obvious that Sunflower leads the way.
The fire is perfect, and then look at the mountain
The giant ax obviously caused the collapse of the mountain, making the tiger and tiger powerful. Unexpectedly, the flying fan scholar had no way to start with the magical pen. He had no way to use the magic brush to reach the sky. The pen entered the dragon's hand and could only regret and retreat to the second line to assist the giant ax that penetrated the mountain.
Let’s fight together against that silver needle waterfall of snow! Wonderful! Wonderful! This needle goes away
Fei Lian, that one jumped over the mountain and chopped rocks! It's a good fight! Although Yinzhen Waterfall Snow was attacked from three sides, it moved flexibly with its agility and good body skills. It seemed that the two sides were in a stalemate. Oh! It's really scary. The two parties are so concerned that they have no intention to interfere.
,Wait a minute, you have no intention of interfering!
Tongpo scanned the entire red stone plate and found no so-called treasure for both parties to fight for. You guys hit a hammer and play lonely! Damn it! What is this! There are people who are more leisurely than me. You are just fishing.
Big brother?! Liming suddenly discovered a mercenary brother holding a strange book standing on the side of the stone plate, watching from a distance. The other party actually sensed Liming's gaze, turned his head, and raised the book in his hand to Liming in good faith.
, Big brother? Who are you?!
"Ahem!" After all, the ruthless character was unable to follow up after a fierce attack. He temporarily distanced himself, but the man in silver robe acted as if nothing was wrong. Seeing that the intensity of the attack dropped, he shook his hands, and thin and narrow silver light splashed out, and the space was as if
Li! A curtain of illusory light that was flowing indefinitely opened in front of a group of people, and the silver light was submerged in the light.
But the curtains were forced to deviate from the track, and even collided with each other, and the space was teleported! The space was torn apart, and the space was shattered! A dark shadow fell on the silver-robed man, who was stunned for the first time on his face, "Brush!" Silver Needle
Collecting from all directions, just like the full blooming petals closing again, the dark blue cube continues
The ground compressed, collapsed, and dissociated the space, leading that space to chaos and tearing apart. The "buzzing" cube swayed, and its outline continued to become shallower toward the center, and finally disappeared. The silver-robed man appeared in front of everyone again. The other party originally
The elegant robe was torn and tattered, and red scars appeared on the exposed body.
The pair of silvery-white pupils, reminiscent of white steel, pierced towards Dawn. The flowing stream condensed out of thin air. Dawn's pupils shrank, and the fierce wind rising from the violent air pressure stabbed directly through it like an invisible long knife.
My own body, the stream has not officially set at dawn, and I have already felt the sting of being penetrated in advance.
Dawn originally distanced herself from the silver-robed man immediately after activating Space Fragmentation, because Space Fragmentation is the most lethal and uncontrollable space spell that Dawn has mastered so far. If she approached rashly, even if Dawn knew her identity as a space apostle,
Maybe he won't be strangled directly by the space turbulence, but Liming is sure that he will be seriously injured.
Heavy, the sparkling stream flows towards Dawn, the sharp invisible knife is like constantly shrinking its enlarged body towards a certain place, followed by hundreds of times of heavy damage, there is no way to dodge, Dawn sees the last part of the stream
The point near the front is the shuttle that shines with a cold and cold light, and the "water" scattered around the stream is the opponent's powerful penetrating force.
The thorn force affects the air to form air needles. The main vein controls the direction. The air needles are scattered around to cause additional damage. Moreover, Li Ming also sees through the most terrifying point of the stream, or this is the information that the other party hopes to let Li Ming get.
, the damage caused by the stream itself is just secondary damage. What really causes massive damage is the constant flow of the stream.
The densely condensed thorns near the target will compress the gas between the stream and the target into a real weapon. With the blessing of Tongpo, Li Ming can naturally distinguish the subtle changes in the air. However, Li Ming took a deep breath, and unexpectedly
If you don't dodge, the light curtain that once caused the silver needle beams to collide with each other condenses again, and the space seems to be separated... (To be continued)