Chapter 42 Desperate Flight!

At this thought, Fang Senyan's heart stirred, his eyes snapped open, and he grabbed the piece of white cloth.

He unfurled it!

On it appeared rows and rows of chaotic black writing. It seemed completely random. Ah! To put it simply, you could think of it as Saruman's notes/tweets... these fleeting thoughts were casually scribbled as doodles on this rag.

Fang Senyan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, silently telling himself that something was better than nothing, and then began to read seriously. But Fang Senyan never expected that these random sentences written by Saruman had absolutely nothing to do with the experience of formulating potions!!!

"Recently discovered a misconception: when throwing cursed gene potions, angle, force, and accuracy are also very important. It's even more complicated if factors like wind speed are taken into account."

"I recently discovered that adding lead to new mixing vials..."

"The feeling of throwing cursed potions is really good."

"Tonight's dinner is a bit bland."

"So what if the bottle containing the potion has a small crack beforehand..."

"Lurz, that idiot, ruined three more experimental materials."

"The following is omitted by three hundred words"

"........."

After Fang Senyan finished reading with a frustrated mood, yes, he confirmed again a very important thing, that is, Saruman really did not leave any information about the formulation of potions on this "rag"... He didn't know what crazy thing he was doing, but besides nonsense, most of the information left on it was about the experience and whims of potion throwing/storing. Fang Senyan, almost unable to believe his eyes, carefully looked at the scribbled handwriting again, and his whole body suddenly felt cold. He truly felt a sense of wasted effort and man's plans being inferior to Heaven's.

But every second of life is full of unpredictability. The next second, the Nightmare Imprint's pleasant voice sounded:

"Contractor 1018 has discovered Saruman's experimental experience and is carefully reading it."

"Scanning: Contractor 1018 possesses relevant skill: Uruk-Hai Genetic Fluid Formulation (Incomplete)."

"Calculating..."

"Contractor 1018, you have now entered a reading state. In this state, you cannot move, attack, or be attacked, otherwise you will exit the reading state."

"Your Spirit/Intelligence value is too low, the time spent in the reading state will be forcibly extended to the maximum, and there is a possibility of reading failure."

Fang Senyan's heart stirred. This was obviously triggering a related event. According to the Nightmare Imprint's prompt, he stood still in place, failed miserably three times, and only after eight full minutes did he receive that most pleasant prompt:

"Reading state ended."

"Contractor 1018 has gained new insights from Saruman's experimental log."

"Your Tier 6 ability: Uruk-Hai Genetic Fluid Formulation (Incomplete) has gained the following enhancement (Passive)."

"When you throw a cursed potion at an enemy, the cursed potion will form a diffusion shockwave centered on the point of impact when it lands. Enemies hit by the shockwave will be stunned for 1 second."

"The range of influence of the shockwave is the same as the range of influence of the poisonous fog formed after the cursed potion breaks."

"Any enemy in the poisonous fog will have their movement speed/attack speed reduced by 20% until the poisonous fog disappears or leaves the area of the poisonous fog."

"The duration of the poisonous fog formed by the cursed potion is extended to fifteen seconds, but it can be dispelled or purified."

"You can also throw beneficial potions at friendly forces, forming a ten-second smoke screen, and friendly forces within a ten-meter radius centered on the point of impact will receive range buff effects corresponding to the potion. At the same time, movement speed/attack speed is increased by 3%, and the acceleration effect lasts for 120 seconds."

"The range buff effect formed by throwing potions is worse than the buff effect of drinking it directly." (For example, throwing a +3 Strength potion will produce a group Strength +2 effect, and throwing an Agility +3 Spirit +3 potion will produce a range of +2/+2 effect)

"Warning: From now on, every time you throw a potion, you will consume 2 points of Spirit."

"This works too?" Fang Senyan, who suddenly received the prompt, truly felt a sense of unexpected gain. He hurriedly called up the skill tree to take a look, and found that it was indeed clearly written!!

"Then, if that's the case..." A bright light suddenly flashed in Fang Senyan's eyes. He began to stare blankly at the things in front of him, his gaze first stopping on the stack of parchment on the right, and then looking at the quill pen with a very hard nib next to it. Suddenly, he shouted, a shout containing complex emotions such as understanding, surprise, annoyance, regret, and anxiety.

Then Fang Senyan grabbed the top few pieces of parchment and stuffed them into his arms, then took a thin piece of silk from the table next to him, and ran madly towards the stairs leaving the mage tower! As nervous as a monkey being roasted by fire!

It could be said that Fang Senyan was lucky, because he was not caught until he ran out of the mage tower and reached the edge of the orc city.

But it could also be said that Fang Senyan was unlucky, because at most he only needed ten seconds to disappear behind the rocks, shrubs, and sparse snow, so he would definitely not be discovered by the first batch of orcs retreating back, and then be chased frantically.

Don't forget that Fang Senyan has been weakened to the extreme at this time! In terms of data, it is: Strength 8 points / Agility 6 points / Constitution 12 points / Perception 11 points / Charisma 6 points / Intelligence 5 points / Spirit 4 points of super trash!!

The soft snow crunched underfoot. Fang Senyan hadn't experienced the feeling of panting heavily in a long time, so much so that his lungs were about to explode. He grabbed a mouthful of snow and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it hard, and his Adam's apple greedily wriggled, swallowing the melted ice water.

If it weren't for the "Blessing of the Dawn Elf" bestowed upon him by Wu Ge, which could extremely effectively allow Fang Senyan to resonate and assimilate with nature, those relentless orcs would have caught Fang Senyan a hundred times long ago!

Even so, the occasional snow on the ground would still point out the direction to the pursuers behind by betraying Fang Senyan's footprints.

"These damn guys, I absolutely can't be caught now!!" Fang Senyan shouted frantically in his heart. Although his will was very firm, his weakness at this time greatly limited his performance.

Although there was a rock blocking him behind, and the pursuers could not see his figure for a while, there was a long snow slope with at least a seventy-five degree angle in front of him. If Fang Senyan was in his prime, oh, no, even if his talent ability was still there! He would dare to directly perform a high-difficulty sprint, jump, and slide, but now... If he dared to do that, then there was no doubt that he would be seeking death, oh no, he would be returning to the space early.

The snorting and panting of the three orcs chasing from behind was getting closer and closer, at most about a hundred meters away! Fang Senyan bit his teeth, sat on the snow slope, supported himself with his hands, and slid down. Before he had slid halfway, he lost his balance and rolled down from above, with two terrible scars scratched on his face! His elbows and legs were also covered with scars.

But even so, Fang Senyan endured the pain and continued to pant and stagger forward. Yes, although his physical fitness has been reduced to its original state, the experiences he gained during his adventures in the world are also the most valuable wealth! It can still support him to continue to escape, and that little bit of blood is scattered on the ground, like striking scarlet miniature road signs guiding the direction of the enemy's pursuit!

In front was a silent desolate forest. Perhaps because the vitality of some trees was relatively strong, they could still draw out buds with a hint of new green in the ice and snow. Fang Senyan didn't seem to notice this, and rushed into this desolate forest without looking back. The distance between the three orcs behind him was getting closer and closer, shrinking from one hundred meters to less than fifty meters.

The orcs were obviously fatter and stronger than Fang Senyan. They cursed and rushed into the forest, and naturally they collided with the tree trunks. The snow on the branches scattered, and it fell straight down like hail. The leading orc immediately cursed and uttered a lot of filthy language. The consequence was that he swallowed two mouthfuls of snow, and shivered.

After they continued walking for about seven or eight seconds, all the orcs suddenly heard a sound.

The sound was very strange, like the gurgling sound when stewing meat in a large pot with boiling water, dull and heavy, mixed with a sound that sounded like a fart.

The leading orc immediately stopped and looked around vigilantly.

Because he felt that the strange sound was closest to him, but unfortunately he didn't find anything. However, the other two orcs suddenly looked at him with strange expressions, their eyes staying on their boss's stomach because the sound was coming from inside his stomach.

Suddenly, the leading orc's face twisted in pain and he fell to the ground, and then his eyes became dull and twitched. In a very short time, life left his body, and then it could be seen that grass-green buds were growing out of his ears, eyes, nose, and mouth. It seemed that a large number of seeds were taking root and sprouting in his body!

In less than a minute, the orc was decomposed as if it had been rotting for several months, even its bones were decayed and turned gray, like a broken dry corpse! And on top of the dry corpse, large patches of verdant grass grew. ro@.