Chapter 360

The clouds opened, the moon hung, and a faint cold fog surged over the simple stone camp.

Modrian stands on the wall, the cold night wind blows. He wakes up in the room in the middle of the night and faintly feels the subtle energy fluctuation from the distance.

"Blackwood province? Is it robbery?... no... no... it's flame... Blood... And the power of other attributes!?"

Doubts spread in the heart, but there was nothing to do. Except for the shadow flow disciples temporarily staying in the territory, everyone else had been robbed to explore the plague news in the direction of heimu province.

"There is a legendary strong man fighting!" said dreus on his side. His cold face revealed a dignified look. From a distant place to the Valoran collar, it can still cause subtle energy fluctuations, indicating that the warring sides are strong and should be legendary spell casters. He recalled that those natural magicians in Valoran had the same destructive power.

Hearing the speech, modrian's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, the legendary strong man? But why did such a strong man fight in the direction of heimu province? He looked up at the dark night. A sky blue bluebird soared in the moonlight. It was obvious that the sudden energy fluctuation was also perceived under the crown of Ghana.

Da Da! Da Da! Da Da!

An unusually rapid pace sounded behind him. Modrian looked back. Sinjid's figure emerged from the steps of the city wall, like a heavy metal tank running on the smooth road. Behind it, there was a small Yodel man hanging. Looking carefully, it was not who Timo was.

"Lord, I've succeeded!" said hingid with a silly smile. The emerald green potion in his hand rippled, and the light elements fluctuated.

"Plague? Ha, in my singid's eyes, it's nothing at all. I want to be the greatest scientist!"

Modrian's eyes fell on Timo. When he saw Yodel nodding slightly, his white face smiled. This should be the best news I've heard recently.

"Well done, singid. What's the name of the medicine?"

His numb face pulled out a 'cold' smile. Sinjid saluted and said, "it's my honor to serve you, although I like to attach my name to my medicine."

"But this is an elaborate gift I gave to the Lord. It's better for you to name it!"

Modrian didn't refuse singid's kindness. He took the emerald medicine in his hand, but he didn't want the system in the retina to flicker gently.

[medicament (Untitled)]

[item rarity: low level magic item]

[material: leaf of life, plague flesh and blood, mutagenic potion]

[weight: 0.1kg]

[only initiative: it can cure severe plague infection after taking it, and continuously obtain the effect of life recovery within 12 seconds.]

[Note: This is a medicine carefully developed by alchemist hingid. It's hard to compare with crazy scientists who have successfully made a "life" medicine with good effect in a very short time or even by themselves.]

With his eyes moving, modrian looked up at the simple singid in front of him and said with a smile: "it's called singid ① potion. I hope you can make more applicable potions later."

[Ding... Congratulations to the host. You have successfully named sinjide ①!]

The cold system prompt sounded in my ears. Modrian was a little surprised. Does this mean that it can produce an effect against the plague after being confirmed by the system? Unfortunately, there is no substantive reward.

"Hey, hey, I will!" said hingid, scratching his smooth head, shaking slightly, and the huge glass medicine bottle on his back rippled.

When modrian walked forward and crossed singid, he whispered, "don't experiment with your body next time. Even with the crown of aion, you may not be able to perfectly recover your body."

Looking at the dilapidated camp in the silent night, modrian looked much more relaxed. Singid's arrival alleviated the plague for him, and at least he could see the hope of completely solving the plague.

"Can the medicine be mass produced? Are the materials needed rare and precious?"

Hearing modrian's inquiry, hingid converged on his simple and honest expression and restored to the character of the alchemist. He said in a slow tone: "the materials needed for the medicine are not cherished. The leaves of life can be grown in the jungle under the crown of AION. Plague flesh and blood are very common, and mutagenic potions are very simple. If a perfect laboratory is established, mass production can be achieved."

"In addition, because everyone's body is different, this medicine can only solve the problems of most people. It may be difficult to respond to some people's bodies occasionally. I need to make another medicine according to the situation after taking the medicine."

"Don't worry about a few, I need to make as much medicine as possible." modrian looked into the distance, with some unexplained haste in his heart, as if something was going to happen.

"Follow your will, I need the help of war Masons. Although they are half hanging magicians, they can be competent for some easy work." Sinjid nodded slightly and asked. During the experiment during this period, he knew that there was a serious lack of legal professionals in Valoran's collar, and it was estimated that he needed to be busy himself.

"Yes, I'll ask crane to cooperate with you. As for the laboratory, I'm going to re-establish a laboratory in the tunwobao area to meet your requirements as much as possible." modrian promised that singid, as one of the most famous alchemists in Zuan City, is worthy of early investment.

"Thank you, Lord!" Sinjid bowed, and soon he took out a strange looking mechanism from the interlayer under the glass medicine bottle behind him.

"This is another small gift I prepared for you -- [plague exhalation device]. Wear it and you can move freely in the plague area."

Modrian looked at the bulky and rough plague exhalation device in singid's hand, which was very biased towards the Steampunk style of the previous life. It can be seen that the upper part of the device can cover his face, and the bottom part is a metal box, like a breathing device on his back, but it doesn't seem airtight. There are several breathing places.

"Is it to filter out the plague gas or neutralize the plague gas?" modrian thought casually, then took the plague exhalation device and tried to wear it. It was not as uncomfortable as expected. It was still very comfortable as a whole.

"Very good... Hmm?... this is..." modrian looked at singid approvingly. He wanted to praise him, but he didn't want to feel a strange wave falling from a distance into a nearby dilapidated camp.

"That direction... Is the heimu province. Sure enough, what happened there... But why didn't the robber send back the message? Did he encounter the enemy?" countless thoughts surged in my mind and finally got nothing.

After taking a deep breath, modrian quietly watched the dilapidated camp with extraordinary eyes. Since the strange wave fell into the camp, something must happen.

But in a moment, he clearly saw the strange change in front of him. From the calm of the night to the bloody riots, the change took place in a very short time.

The sound of painful wailing broke the dim starlight, the smell of rusty blood floated to the simple camp, and countless crazy figures surrounded.

It's very similar to the riot triggered that night, but it's different. It's a completely irrational spontaneous riot, even the closest relatives around us.

"Out of control plague? Damn it, what happened?"