Three pots of medicine were placed on top of the bonfire, allowing the flames to lick the bottom of the pot. After a while, wisps of water vapor gradually rose in the medicine pot.

The kitten charms quietly sat around Fang Qiuling. Because they knew that all they had to do now was to wait until the water in the cauldron was only half of what it was now, and it had turned completely light green, before they could proceed to the next refining process. And while waiting, their teacher, Brother Norn, will tell stories, adventurers' stories.

Yesterday's story was told about Brother Norn and his friends fighting zombies in a dungeon. Zombies have never been seen by kitten charms, but they are undoubtedly very scary monsters! They are not afraid of pain, and they can continue to attack even if their heads are chopped off.

Even the most terrifying nightmares of the kitten charms have never appeared in such monsters!

I don't know what story Brother Norn will tell today.

- Expectation, anticipation!

"Oh, Shulick, I haven't asked you yet. Did you go back to the temple early and find anything wrong? Also, what about old Charlton? This guy can't really be a necromancer. ”

Old Tom had been wondering what was going on in the temple for days, but he kept it from asking. Now I finally couldn't hold it back, so I asked directly.

"When we got to the temple that day, we went to fight zombies in the underground passages. There are so many zombies that there are so many that you can't count them......"

"Stop! I'm not trying to listen to your nonsense! ”

Old Tom was really angry, Fang Qiuling's story to the kitten charms yesterday almost started like this - Lao Tzu is almost seventy, and he still wants to listen to your hairy boy tell stories?

Since Fang Qiuling refused to say it, then change someone. This stinky boy is not the only one present!

"Miss Bridges, what happened that day? Could you please tell me about it old man? ”

Lily was holding Fang Qiuling's harp and playing with it. This harp from the present world had a crisp sound, and Lily had never heard it on a similar instrument, so she specially asked Fang Qiuling to borrow it for study.

"Oh, no problem. When we got to the temple, we found a secret passage in the backyard and we went down together to fight the zombies......"

Old Tom's face was so black that it dripped.

——Those who are close to Zhu are red, and those who are close to ink are black.

The little girl who looks very imposing, how can she be as slippery as Fang Qiuling! What kind of world is this!

"Dad, we didn't talk nonsense, we really found the secret passage, and then we were surrounded by zombies." Fang Qiuling immediately took out the endless wine glass and filled it to Old Tom. If you don't want to soothe old Tom again, I guess he is really going to hit someone, "You think I'm really telling a story?" ”

Old Tom snatched the glass, poured it into his mouth unceremoniously, and asked rhetorically as he poured it: "Otherwise?" So many zombies, just a few of you can deal with them? Even if you have that sword in your hand, it won't work. Too much! ”

A glass of wine was mostly poured into his stomach, and Old Tom's dark face calmed down a little. He put down his wine glass and was about to say something more, but the first thing he saw was Fang Qiuling and Lily's extremely calm gazes. This kind of gaze is familiar to old Tom, and it is the kind of peace with a clear conscience.

"You ...... You're really not talking nonsense? ”

"Of course not. Experienced firsthand. Fang Qiuling casually took the harp from Lily's arms and played it with his hand, "Just this ......" he raised his head and signaled that wisps of steam were coming out of the campfire, "I drank five or six bottles of this thing." I lay in bed for days afterwards and couldn't move a finger. ”

Old Tom touched his beard, and suddenly felt that the wine glass in his hand was a little heavy.

Lily also nodded with palpitations: "Not only the energy potion, but also the blue potion, which is said to be 'wizard's gold', I also drank several bottles." That taste, uh, I feel a little bitter in my throat right now. Saying that, she also glared at Fang Qiuling, "I said that when you alchemists make medicines, can't you make the taste a little more normal!" ”

"I also want to be normal. Don't I like the sweet juice taste? However, adding something to the potion will destroy the effect of the potion or even render it ineffective. Which alchemist would dare to try? And if you choose the effect of the medicine and the taste......"

Lily sighed: "It's me and I choose the potion effect, the taste is bad, it's weird." The effect of the medicine must be good, and everything else is superfluous. ”

Magic potions focus on efficacy, and they may be used to save lives at any time. Because of the taste and texture, the effect of the medicine deteriorated, and in the end, the life was not saved, and the gain outweighed the loss.

"Let's try it when we have a chance in the future, after all, this is also a long-standing subject of alchemy. It's just that no master is willing to work on this. Fang Qiuling played the harp in his arms, and a gentle and soothing piece of music sounded, "But to be honest, I didn't expect the result to be like that, it's very surprising." ”

"yes," Lily also sighed slightly, "really surprised." The stories in the script are not so twisty. ”

"Look less at things that don't have connotation. If you watch too much, you will become stupid! ”

"Don't talk nonsense. Master Bhaskabiru is a true man of letters, and his works are all heirlooms! ”

"Writer? It's just a middle-aged uncle who sells his reputation. You don't know how obscene that guy is......"

"I don't listen! I don't listen! ”

As he spoke, he went off the rails, and there was a sour smell at the beginning of the scene, which made Old Tom cough loudly and dissatisfied.

"I said, can you talk well?"

"Oh......"

Fang Qiuling nodded, and the gentle and soothing music changed with it, becoming full of weirdness and melancholy.

"At that time......

……

There was no longer the sound of zombies staggering forward everywhere in sight, and the muffled guttural voice was no longer used in my ears. No new figures appeared in the passages, and there were no more half-sections on the ground crawling forward.

- Win!

With the sheer number of disadvantages, with magic potions and persistence, the light finally triumphed over the darkness!

Pastor Eddard slumped to the ground as he went limp. Although he is not directly involved in melee combat or uses spell attacks, he has always maintained an anti-evil magic circle, and his mental power is seriously overdrawn. At this moment, all the zombies were wiped out, and his nerves were relaxed, and he immediately felt dizzy, and then he collapsed.

If you compare wizards and warlocks to power stations, then clergy such as priests and paladins are like power plants. Through prayer, the gods are affirmed, and then the gods are bestowed with divine magic, and the divine magic is stored in the "body". The process of praying to the gods every day to obtain the magic is similar to "charging", and every time you perform the magic is equivalent to "discharging". The power to "charge" and "discharge" comes from the gods, but the operation of the magic when casting spells is still under the control of the priest himself. Maintaining the anti-evil circle for a long time does not consume much of the divine power bestowed by the gods, but the most consumed is their own spiritual power. Excessive mental exertion can also lead to the failure of bodily functions.

Shortly after Pastor Ed fell, he lost consciousness - the body's self-protection forced the brain into a dormant.

Lady Mogre stood by her sword. Her body is still standing straight, but judging from the fact that she hasn't moved for a long time, it is obvious that she is not lightly tired - the armor essence is the armor essence, and she is the most capable of fighting among the people present!

The situation of Lily and the two male paladins was not very useful. When you sit on the floor, you can't get up.

Fang Qiuling also felt tired. When I was just fighting, my nerves were tense, and all kinds of physical discomfort were forcibly shielded. At this moment, after the nerves relaxed slightly, I suddenly felt that my limbs were sore and painful everywhere. I can't wait to fall to the ground immediately. But he knew that now was not the time to rest, and that the deadliest enemy had not yet appeared.

Les Puckert the Corpse Collector hasn't appeared yet!

- Where did this guy go?

Fang Qiuling silently took out a bottle of energy elixir. Grit your teeth and pour them all into your mouth.

After the effect of the potion has passed, I estimate that it will be quite miserable, but now I can't care about it so much. At present, maintaining combat effectiveness is the highest priority.

Just as he looked around, an emaciated figure staggered out of the passage.

- And?

The nerves that had just relaxed slightly tensed again.

Fang Qiuling narrowed his eyes.

Although it is also staggering, this swaying body is the kind of "zombie dance" where the legs and feet do not become like that, not because of the stiff joints.

If nothing else, this guy should be......

With a "snap", the figure fell to the ground.

The three Notos paladins glanced at each other, then grabbed their weapons and stepped forward to check.

After taking a few steps forward, more details came into view. This figure was dressed in a dark robe, the style of the robe was extremely simple, and it was unusually familiar, it seemed to be ...... It's the kind that the ascetics of Notos often wear!

Which one could be in the underground passage wearing an ascetic robe? Only Brother Charlton, who was dragged away by a ghoul not long ago!

The nearest male paladin leaned in cautiously.

In dark vision, the figure lying on the ground is facing upwards with its chest slightly undulating. He wears a hood on his head and can't see his face clearly. There was a section of his hands and feet that was exposed outside the robe, and he was as thin as a wood.

"Monk, old monk, is that you?"

“…… It's me, help, save me......"

The figure let out a moan. The voice was old, like an old man.

"Monk! Sure enough, it's a monk! We've got you covered! ”

The male paladin confirmed the identity of the figure and hurriedly stepped forward to help.

The cross sword in his hand was thrown aside without hesitation. He knelt on one knee, first lifted the old monk up, and then took out a bottle of holy water from his waist and intended to feed it to the old monk.

The other two Notos paladins also hurriedly stepped forward. But they hadn't taken a few steps before they were stopped by Fang Qiuling.

"Viscount Norne, what's wrong?"

"Don't go over!"

Fang Qiuling made a concealed gesture. The two paladins were slightly stunned, their eyes turned to the old monk, and then to Fang Qiuling, full of astonishment.

Before Fang Qiuling could further explain, a sudden change occurred.

The old monk's thin palm trembled and shook the male paladin's hand, and the male paladin willingly sent the holy water bottle into the old monk's mouth. But the next moment, the trembling palms suddenly appeared. In the blank face of the male paladin, a strangely shaped dagger plunged into his abdomen.

"Old Friar......"

When the dagger entered the abdomen, not only did it not feel pain, but it was a little itchy.

Before the male paladin could utter a word, the black flames erupting from the dagger engulfed him completely.

"Brother Charlton, what have you done!"

The black flame does not appear red in dark vision, but instead appears blue-green. This is a cold flame without temperature, a yin fire made up of negative energy.

Fang Qiuling didn't hesitate to take out a bottle of holy water, and threw it at the black cold flame with a wave of his hand.

This was the highest-grade bottle of holy water he had in hand, the fourth-grade holy water. The efficacy of this grade of holy water when drunk directly is no less than that of a potion for serious injuries.

The bottle containing the holy water burst instantly after coming into contact with the black cold flame, and the milky white liquid inside came into contact with the cold flame, like hot oil encountering an open flame, resulting in a violent reaction.

There was no fire from the explosion, and there was no rising smoke. The collision of positive energy and negative energy is silent, but the degree of danger is even more than equal.

"Boom ......" A burst of mad laughter came from the old monk, "Young man, the reaction is quite fast. You should be...... Thurik V. Norn, right? Quite famous young people lately. ”

With a low laugh, the thin body slowly stood up. With a wave of his hand, a short staff appeared in his hand. At the same time, a tall skeleton straightened up from behind him.

The fourth-grade holy water seemed to have no effect at all.

The tall skeleton wears paladin-style armor and holds a cross sword in his hand. After standing up straight, he was more than two meters tall. The colleagues who had just fought together turned into tall skeletons in an instant. The change was so rapid that no one expected it.

"This, this ......"

Lady Moghley and another male paladin were dumbfounded. They had never seen such evil, such a vicious spell.

"That dagger," Fang Qiuling immediately noticed the murder weapon inserted into the paladin's abdomen, "that is the sacrificial weapon of the ancient gods!" ”

Lady Mogre silently raised the cross sword in her hand: "Sure enough, it's an evil sacrificial weapon!" ”

Sally ...... Thank you so much for your efforts. The old monk's voice was indescribably harsh, "Without your help, I really wouldn't have been able to come here." ......"

"What do you mean!"

The muscles of Ms. Moghray's whole body tensed. And Fang Qiuling on the side, his pupils shrank suddenly.

"We ...... We were his accomplices. ”

"How?"

The remaining male paladins tensed their muscles as well. The cross sword in his hand stretched forward and took a striking stance.

"The zombies here are not controlled by him, but the 'previous owner' left here."

"Previous masters?"

"Truly...... That's right. Thank you so much for clearing out all the zombies here. If I had to do it myself, I don't know how much time and effort it would take. By doing so, you've saved me years of effort. ”

The emaciated figure stepped forward.

"Tell me a little bit more about myself. My name is Pukelt Charlton Rice, a gravedigger in search of the art of immortality. Welcome to the underground dwelling of the ancient undead, an underground tower for exploring the 'transformation of life and death'. As the new heir, I welcome you on behalf of the undead and welcome you to be a member of the undead! ”