Chapter 70 The Deadly Crisis

Events proved that the magic apprentice Hantes was quite unlucky. While nervously preparing the various potions, he suddenly realized that the Kingsfoil couldn't be prepared according to his teacher's requirements. Hantes couldn't find Old Slinger's old cat. [This chapter is provided to you by netizens] Then, he suddenly remembered that the old cat had been taken to the countryside three days ago.

Fang Senyan deeply regretted why he had been so mouthy at the time, asking a question that would make him want to cry for a while:

"Um, Mr. Hantes, is there a necessary connection between Kingsfoil and cats?"

The magic apprentice Hantes said with a bitter face:

"Sir, Kingsfoil is not a rare plant. It grows near the Shire, but if you want to use it to dispel dark forces, you must use its seeds. Because its seeds are rare and highly poisonous, we usually use them to soak into a poison. Hunters love this stuff."

"So what does this have to do with cats?" Fang Senyan pressed on.

"Please be patient, sir... Precisely because of this, we must be very patient when processing Kingsfoil. I must first remove the toxicity from the outside of the seed, and then there will be a layer of shell remaining. If even a tiny bit of this damned shell remains, it will greatly affect the potency of the medicine. Therefore, we must let the cat eat the Kingsfoil seeds. Its stomach acid can perfectly corrode the poisonous outer shell of the seed, and then, before that damned stomach acid penetrates the inner kernel of the seed, we take it out of the cat's body."

Wu Ge immediately said nervously:

"Doesn't that mean killing the poor kitty?"

"Oh, it won't be that cruel. If we kill this old cat, the rats will flood our shop. Most importantly, death will change the content of stomach acid and ruin the medicine. So, we only need to use a little irritant to make the cat vomit or quickly excrete the processed seeds. It depends on its mood."

Fang Senyan's face was already very ugly. Jiao Shi, with a gloating tone, decided to crush Fang Senyan's last bit of wishful thinking:

"Okay, okay, Mr. Hantes, I want to applaud your outstanding knowledge! Next, I have a question - the only question. Is the processed Kingsfoil seed taken orally or applied externally?"

The apprentice's answer was also very subtle:

"If the evil exists outside the body, then external application is more appropriate. If the evil is hidden inside the body, then it must be eaten."

Old Slinger didn't return for a full two hours. It seemed that his mood hadn't improved after talking with the magistrate. So, the poor apprentice undoubtedly suffered a stormy scolding.

After paying the price of two platinum coins, Old Slinger found another goat to "process" the Kingsfoil seeds. Fang Senyan, using the excuse of visiting other magic supply stores, stayed far away. The final potion presented a thick, black-yellow state, which must be said to look very disgusting, and the smell was maddening. Even the smoke emitted from the potion was brownish-yellow, swirling strangely in the air, and wouldn't dissipate for a long time.

Old Slinger vigorously stirred the potion until it no longer emitted any smoke, then handed it to Fang Senyan. Fang Senyan closed his eyes and directly "drank," or rather, poured it into his stomach. Then, he endured for ten minutes, and undoubtedly vomited wildly, throwing up every last bit of the potion he had drunk.

However, these disgusting liquids that were vomited out seemed to have life. They formed a large number of grotesque and bizarre insect shapes, jumping madly, as if they had their own souls. Fortunately, Old Slinger had prepared a wooden barrel in advance. The barrel contained leaves of the maiden tree and Suhe fragrant flowers soaked in water. These bizarre vomit emitted a sizzling sound in the soaking liquid of these two plants, and then dissipated into the air.

Fang Senyan leaned on the chair next to him, panting for a long time before recovering. He looked like he had been seriously ill. Fortunately, the stubborn negative effect that had been entangling his body finally disappeared. Although the old man's treatment method was a bit disgusting, it at least had a therapeutic effect.

Next, Franklin also wandered around the store and bought several bottles of potions, such as cold protection potions, energy enhancement potions, and magic source potions... Of course, the prices were definitely high, but Franklin's platinum coins seemed to be quite abundant. He not only purchased a lot for himself, but also stuffed three bottles each for Fang Senyan and Jiao Shi.

Fang Senyan took a look. One bottle was an infrared vision potion. After drinking this stuff, he could have the powerful night vision ability like an animal. It seemed that the last time he fought with the Ringwraith in the darkness had left a very deep impression on him.

Another bottle was called Dwarf's Stubbornness. The main ingredient of this potion was said to be extracted from the beards of dwarves. It had a magical power. The balance of the taker would be greatly improved. In other words, even a sweeping kick wouldn't knock them down.

The last bottle of potion was very targeted at the power of darkness. It had a very strange name called Dark Sponge. Drinking it could harden the drinker's skin, absorbing 50% of the damage from all dark forces, lasting for 24 hours or absorbing enough 10,000 points of dark damage.

After a big purchase, Fang Senyan and the others didn't plan to delay too much time, but directly found the Shire's teleportation array to use. Undoubtedly, using this thing was also a money-burning business, a full one hundred platinum coins, and then had to add a qualifier: per person, and finally there were related instructions: materials are self-provided.

Fortunately, the treasure house of the dwarves' mine was almost open to Fang Senyan and the others, so the material cost of the teleportation array could almost be ignored. The superior gems freshly baked from the Moria mine made the operation of the teleportation array quite good, and even the waiting time for the teleportation was shortened by several minutes.

Eriador and the Shire with its soft lines and beautiful prosperity felt completely different.

If the Shire was an innocent, smiling, lovely girl, Eriador was a burly man with a half-naked upper body, wearing animal skins, and a face full of scars, who would even roar brutally!

This was a very rough place, and even the air was filled with screams and the smell of blood.

Only roughness and brutality could gain a foothold in this place closest to the Dark Lord, so as to continuously transport various expensive specialties to Middle-earth.

The ruler of Eriador was Lord Círdan, who implemented a rare slavery system in this place. Only this kind of iron-fisted rule could maintain order here. Fang Senyan and the others walked on the roads built with the local unique red stone, and in a short period of time, they saw many things that they couldn't see in other places.

For example, the patrol team on the street, the captain was a fully armed human, but behind him followed ten Orc slaves. These Orc slaves were captured and raised from childhood. They had blood-red eyes, wore fine armor, and held shields and battle axes. Once something happened, the captain would whip them severely, making these Orcs pounce like well-trained hunting dogs.

According to Fang Senyan's estimate, after the Orcs were fully armed in this way, at least their individual combat ability could be comparable to that of a Uruk-hai.

Of course, although Eriador was a place that made people feel so depressed, it still had one thing in common with the Shire, and that was that as long as you had enough money, you could get what you wanted.

It would also take a while to travel from here to the Gray Dwarf settlement outside Angmar, and the road was full of dry and desolate Gobi desert. So, they needed the local specialty mounts, camels, as riding tools, and each person needed to be equipped with three, because these mounts, which could run like flying even in the Gobi desert, could also be used as food and water in critical moments.

In addition to this, there was a very important factor:

A guide.

Walking in the vast Gobi desert, without GPS, without a compass, without an airplane, without a telephone, and heading towards Angmar, which was almost the lair of the Demon King, getting lost was a terrible thing.

Of course, the only obstacle to hiring a good guide was enough money. Fortunately, Fang Senyan and the others didn't lack this, but Fang Senyan also heard some whispers while waiting:

"Are there people looking for the Gray Dwarf settlement again?"

"The Gray Dwarves have sent five caravans of salt and ale this year. What else can they get from those greedy dwarves?"

"Strange, logically speaking, the group of outsiders led by Sammer should have been gone for so long, they should have returned long ago, right? There hasn't been a sandstorm recently, has there?"

"Damn it, even a sandstorm that could destroy the entire world can't do anything to Sammer!"

After hearing these words, Fang Senyan didn't know why, but he felt even heavier in his heart. But he quickly shook his head, throwing some things out of his mind. What he could do at this time was to choose the best camel, and then spend more money to let the guide hurry up.

So, in just thirty hours, Fang Senyan and the others, who had paid the price of tiring ten camels to death, arrived at the Gray Dwarf settlement.

This was a very strange wind-eroded terrain area. The wind blew through a large number of mushroom-shaped rocks, bringing the distant damp and dark atmosphere of Angmar, as well as the pungent smell of blood and rotting corpses.

What was presented in front of Fang Senyan was a scene of carnage with blood and flesh everywhere!!!!!!

The Gray Dwarves outside Angmar that his main mission wanted to find had actually been preempted and slaughtered by someone else!!!!

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