Twenty Sided Dice

Chapter 116: Macabada Eleven

With the progress of the war, the need for shipbuilding has caused the orcs to cut down the trees around Makabuda, and there is no good wood enough to make a big ship within a hundred miles. Now they all come to a position further upstream, looking for Stout trees. Rows of tree trunks can still be seen rising and falling on the Blackwater River, all the way to the east.

Outside the city of the orcs is desolate, only mud, ashes, and **** thrown everywhere. The Three-Eyed Warlord Longt arranged part of his army outside the city and set up tents on the site of the original forest. They dug up trees and used them for fuel, and then urinated in the tree pits, creating a stench around them. Even in these circumstances, there are still people who use buckets and carts to sell their catch. It takes a lot of guts for these merchants, who must be able to navigate among rude, irascible orc soldiers, endure their cold, hateful, and greedy gaze, and hide their money as securely as possible so that it doesn't get lost.

Next to the camp is a wood storage yard. The wood drifting from the Blackwater River will be salvaged here, sorted according to the material, and then distributed to each dock. There are human slaves who understand the use of wood, many of them carpenters plundered by orcs from sea ships. Many people who didn't do well in the Old World would try their luck in the New World, and some were looted here.

"A lot of recent wood has red markings, have you noticed it?" said a one-armed slave who guarded the stacking yard. His left arm, cut in two at the elbow, is now tied to a wooden hook on which to hang things like a bag. Only when there were no Orc overseers around would he dare to converse with other fellow slaves of the same tragic fate. "Those markings don't seem to be natural growth. Could it be a tree disease?"

"What are you doing, do you still want to treat the trees?" said a scrawny man with a big belly: "The master said to divide the wood well, so you can divide the wood. The nonsense makes the master angry, The golden potion is not enough. You also know that the shipbuilder Hart's gang has been eyeing our share for a long time."

"Those guys are more annoying than mice," said the one-armed slave. "They've always had more shares than us, but they're still not greedy enough. These days they're more like red-eyed lunatics, working as if they don't want to. I ate and drank more than before. Did you hear that there was a carpenter from Linwan Town in Bloodfang Dock yesterday. He broke his hand while working, but he still didn't stop to rest. When others found out, His hand was completely black. The overseer chopped off his hand, but rewarded him with a whole bucket of gold potion and let him rest for a day. But this man was nailing the boat board the next day. already."

"Hmph, traitor." The bulging slave said, "I have to work for the orcs every day in order to survive, but such an active work can be regarded as a traitor."

"Don't let others hear this, they won't pity our lives." The one-armed slave said: "Anyway, it will be very difficult to escape from Macabuda in this life, and we must support and work hard to survive. I just want to die later and be happy. Every night I can hear the screams outside when I go to bed. We are lucky not to fall into the hands of General Flay. You see their messengers come here every night. To skin a slave, to keep a skilled hand. It's hard to imagine what it would be like in their camp."

"Stop talking, I'm going to vomit if I go on." The man with a bloated belly said: "The amount of wood is very large recently. The red pine is evenly distributed to each dock, and I will go back to drink medicine as soon as possible."

"And what about the red-spotted wood?"

"Anyway, it doesn't affect the hardness and use of the wood, so what are you doing?"

The two of them started talking about other things until the Orc Overwatch reappeared. I just bet a few rounds of dogfights at the camp next to me and won some money. I am planning to find a woman to vent at night, and naturally I don't care about the abnormality of the stockyard. If they look closely, they can see that the red markings are alive, and their essence is a kind of mycelium-like thing entrenched in the heart of the tree. They grow very slowly and are extremely small, even if they are connected together, they look like a red stripe. When the wood vibrates, some spores that are indistinguishable to the naked eye will fall off the mycelium and drift away in the wind. Those slaves who inhale the spores will become fanatical minds and action machines, and will work frantically one by one under the combined influence of the golden potion.

"The witch priests of Macabuda will guard against magicians and priests who believe in non-orc gods, but they will not guard against evil." Alchemist Eric explained to Siegel: "If they detect evil, look at it. The city will be a bright light everywhere, and there will be nothing else to do. So our plan is to use evil to defeat evil.”

"What kind of mycelium did you use?" Siegel asked, "Do plants still differentiate between good and evil?"

"Ordinary plants, except for those wise treemen, are naturally indifferent to good and evil. But these are not products of this world." Eric explained patiently, treating Siegel as his student. . "In Purgatory, where Yogros is haunted, this mycelium will grow into a large mushroom forest and become the main source of food there. That is to say, what you see now is Purgatory Mycelium, which will naturally bring evil. breath."

Siegel looked closely at these "mushrooms" and felt that they were somewhere between plants and animals. Those tiny hyphae that keep twisting like tentacles seem to sense living creatures and nutrients around them. "What kind of danger does this thing have?"

"Under normal circumstances, there is no harm, at most it will make the mind slow and dull." Eric said with a smile: "But when combined with the golden potion of the orcs, it will have a strong effect, and those boats will become more and more Stupid, lose the ability to adapt, in addition to stupid work, even the awareness of self-protection will gradually weaken. The composition of the golden potion is not a secret to us alchemists, those are just very low-level formulas, we are not interested in the golden potion. The research is much more brilliant than the orc witch sacrifice. The use of this highly addictive drug in slaves helped the orcs to establish a social class, but in fact, it is not only the human slaves who are addicted, but the orc society has also become a real You're a drug addict." Eric pointed to the purgatory mycelium and rubbed his fingers excitedly: "We wanted to test this tactic for a long time."

"Won't the shamans find this kind of mycelium? The shipyard is now the most heavily fortified place in Makabuda. No one knows how many shamans have their eyes fixed there."

"You're right, the shipyard is surrounded by layers, and the witch's eyes are also staring there, but it's useless." Eric shook his finger, looking confident: "The witch won't care. The health of human slaves, as long as the shipbuilding work does not stop, no one will check the mycelium in the wood at all."

"So your plan is to kill all the shipbuilders and paralyze the Makabuda's dock?" Siegel frowned: "Most of those shipbuilders are humans."

"Although this is a racial war, destroying orcs to defend humans, it does not mean that all humans are allies." The alchemist said: "If necessary, what you said is also a way, but we are not so crazy. Purgatory bacteria. The effect of filaments is limited. Even if I strengthen them with potions, the environment here will eventually kill all the hyphae, which will only take half a month at most. My plan is to do the opposite and use the special function of purgatory mushrooms Attract the elements of fire to congregate, so that the entire shipyard can be set on fire."

Is this possible? Siegel recalls what he learned at the Mages Association. Among all elemental magic, Siegel has a soft spot for fire elemental magic, and is the most proficient in spells except water elemental magic. He firmly memorized 317 materials that could attract the fire element, from the most basic cashmere wool to the most rare Balrog Adam's apple, of which there was absolutely no purgatory mycelium.

He watched Eric process various materials, but out of the corner of his eye he secretly looked at the expression on the alchemist's face. He still had a serious and calm expression, and there was no tremor in his tone. In short, he did not show the slightest sign of lying. "The most troublesome thing is not to attract the attention of the witch priests in advance. Macabuta's detection barrier is not a joke."

"How are you going to deal with this problem?" Siegel pressed.

"I need to show my housekeeping skills, you'll know after a while." Eric was busy for a while~www.wuxiaspot.com~ until the oyster shells were completely ground into powder and placed in a mud bowl. Then he grabbed the back molar with his index finger and thumb and yanked it hard. Siegel saw a white denture pulled out with a thin silver thread tied to it.

The alchemist pulled the thin thread outwards, resisting the feeling of vomiting that kept coming up, until he pulled out a small glass bottle from the stomach pouch. Eric rinsed his mouth with the ale and swallowed hard before showing Siegel the transparent glass bottle that was not as thick as a pinky finger.

"This is my secret weapon." Eric said: "Red Magic Crystal, his fragments can emit magical energy fluctuations under the action of the potion, which can be used to confuse the entire detection enchantment. As long as it is arranged in advance, let A large number of false alarms appearing in the city at the same time can cover our real actions, which is called fishing in troubled waters.”

"This gem is so amazing, can you show it to me?" Siegel asked for it.

"I can't give it to you, mainly because I'm worried that after many people handle it, it will affect the mode of its characteristics, and it will delay the time for me to configure the potion." Eric smiled mysteriously, but there was no real smile in his eyes. : "When everything is ready, I will naturally satisfy all your curiosity."

I'm afraid there won't be many living people by then, Siegel thought. He pretended to be interested and nodded, like every curious teenager who is good at the occult, but his eyes kept on the red gem. He could be 100% sure that it was not the so-called red magic crystal, but a flaming soul crystal, something that the Knox Common Club had been collecting all the time.

Because in his key space, there is also a flaming soul crystal, which is ten times larger than this~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Welcome readers to come and read, the latest, fastest and most popular serial works are all here~ www.wuxiaspot.com~Mobile users please go to read.

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