Finally, after killing Pocatello, Pocatello was killed.
They checked it out.
Except for the possessed "Brown Bear Warrior" Uwakaza and another unlucky native warrior who might have some sequelae and needed to recuperate for a while.
Most of the people accompanying them this time had no problems.
The evil spirit's ability was different. Although the evil spirit Pocatello could easily possess people through a medium (killing beavers), it could not easily kill people with its mind.
In fact, the main cause of death for the "Skinless" was that after being cursed, they skinned themselves and died from excessive blood loss.
"Possession" itself did not cause much harm to them.
On the contrary, Uwakaza, who was the strongest among them, was the one who suffered the heaviest injuries. Especially the six tendons that were severed by Elvin in a moment of desperation. Even with the recovery ability of a physical-type Extraordinaire, it was not something that could be healed in a short period of time.
"No problem.
Whether it's the sequelae of being possessed or the damage to the body, we shamans have enough experience to deal with it.
Paying such a small price in exchange for killing the evil spirit has already far exceeded my expectations.
If Pocatello continues to wreak havoc, not only our tribe will suffer, but the Huron people in this area may also be killed.
Honorable guest! Thank you very much for your help! "
Apsova repeatedly expressed his gratitude to Elvin with the noble etiquette of the Atreans.
Then.
The "skinless men" who had been torn into pieces by Uwakaza were also burned into ashes in the raging fire with dry twigs that were picked up by the shamans after they were purified by the tribal leaders who were shamans.
They were directly buried in the cold river that supported countless creatures in this land.
When they were completely cleaned up, the sky was already full of stars.
For safety's sake, the group returned to the Yucatan Tribe overnight, together with the three Crowmen who had resolved the misunderstanding.
On the way, Milan released two 'illumination spells' without any scruples, illuminating the rugged road in the forest as if it were daytime. The natives and Director Nekado, who had woken up a long time ago, were all surprised.
"Hehehe, Captain Elvin, if you have time to pass by Donglun Zhi, please do me the honor of visiting my place.
I don't have anything else, but I do have a few bottles of good wine …
If you haven't decided what to bring with you on your return trip, I have a batch of high-quality white-tailed deerskins that can be sold to you at a reasonable price. "
In this land, there was no true god to protect them. They were more direct and realistic. They had guns to protect them from dangers within their knowledge, but what about the dangers of the mystical realm that were beyond their knowledge?
It didn't matter if he was an adept, a shaman, or a Knight. Of course, he would follow whoever he could rely on!
Didn't you see how even the three Crowmen in charge of dealing with the supernatural almost died?
Had it not been for Captain Elvin and the two officers under his command, everyone would have been wiped out. Moreover, it was very likely that they would have been torn to pieces by Uwakaza, the strongest fighter on their side, the Brown Bear Warrior.
"Alright, Mr. Director. Let's keep in touch. We're new here, so we need you to take care of us! "
"No problem, definitely! Definitely! Hahaha … "
After some conversation, both of them felt that they had gained the upper hand.
One of them had power and backing, while the other had connections, connections, resources, and knew how to conduct himself. Of course, each of them took what they needed and hit it off.
Back at the Yucatan Tribe.
Although the evil spirit had been completely dealt with, the Yucatan Tribe had also lost five precious tribesmen.
That night, the Atlian people's solemn "Soul Prayer Ceremony" was being held. They did not have the energy to entertain these "guests" for the time being.
The "guests" did not mind. After having a sumptuous dinner in the tribe, they all went to rest.
This was especially so for Elvin who had obtained the "Evil Spirit Dust".
He could not wait to return to Dirben Castle. He was now ready to reconfigure it into the "Psychic Potion" that he had been dreaming of for a long time!
In fact, although it was Elvin, Milan, and Kaka who worked together to kill the evil spirit in the end, it was not because the evil spirit was too powerful.
However, it wasn't because this evil spirit was very powerful. It was just too difficult to deal with. Even in the end, Elvin's physical exhaustion was not serious at all.
For a Transcendent whose physical fitness had reached the peak of a Knight and whose spiritual power had reached the peak of an Apprentice's, even if they did not sleep for a few days and nights, they would still be energetic.
They could eat food that was enough for others to eat for a few days in one go. They could also live for a few days purely on the stored energy that they had absorbed long ago.
Dangerous substances that might be fatal to normal people had little effect on them. Like animals, they would not have any adverse effects if they drank the water in the river that contained excessive bacteria.
After the peak of a Knight's physical body had completely gone berserk, every cell inside and outside had undergone a qualitative change. Elvin's body was now comparable to a large beast. His survival ability was far beyond the imagination of normal people.
Usually, there was no need to torture himself. If there was a need, Elvin could turn into an efficient wild killer at any time. He was a hundred times more powerful than any of the so-called wilderness survival masters and special forces in his previous life!
* Bam! * * Bam! *
In the room that was prepared for him alone, Elvin took out various potion-making tools of various sizes from his "magic pocket".
He placed the "Evil Spirit Dust" that he obtained today on the experiment table.
Even Elvin could not help but be intoxicated by the beautiful light particles that floated like stars. Who would have thought that such a beautiful thing was left behind by a "ghost"?
It was really lucky to be able to obtain this "Evil Spirit Dust" not long after coming to the New World.
Moreover, because it was originally formed by many souls with the concept of a "childless evil spirit" as the core, of course, the amount of dust left behind was not small.
However.
The next time he wanted to see this evil spirit "Pocatello" that selflessly contributed to him, he did not know when it would be.
It might even need another soul in this area that was compatible with the legend to pass away, and then after hundreds of years, it would condense again.
However.
Elvin was extremely doubtful that it would have a chance to reappear now that the colonization was in full swing.
When there were no more Atreans living in this area, not to mention a new evil spirit, even the concept of "Pocatello" would probably gradually disappear …
* Pop! *
Using candles, essential oils, and silver daggers as tools, he routinely propped up a spiritual barrier and a boundary wall, isolating the longhouse from the outside world both physically and spiritually.
As the highest potion in the apprentice stage, it was a potion that could allow one to form a connection with the dangerous and unpredictable supernatural source — the "Spirit World". It could already be seen as a door that connected to another world!
Especially during the unstable stage of the concoction process, of course, the necessary protective measures needed to be taken.
If they provoked a mysterious existence from the "Spirit World", regardless of whether its nature was good or bad, it was not something that the sorcerer who was concocting the potion would want to see.
"Gulp … Gulp …"
When winter and spring intersected, and day and night intersected, the spring water that was taken out from the bottom of the sea was 14.2857 centimeters (it was said that this number was the distance between the material world and the Spirit World. Of course, it did not matter if it was not that accurate, as long as it covered that number).
The materials were limited, and he could not waste them.
Adjusting himself to his best condition, Elvin carefully weighed 20 grams of dried deer-like Amphitrite Amphitrite, ground it into a fine powder, and added it into the water.
Then, they were Nine Knots Grass, Sage Grass, Hell's Bells (Devil's Snare Flower), Heaven's Blue …
Whether it was the ground powder, the fresh juice, or the whole plant, Elvin did every step meticulously.
Although he needed supplementary materials, Elvin had already collected all of them in the Alchemy School's "Potion Branch" warehouse. Even the materials that required fresh plants were well preserved in the "Magic Pouch".
But in reality, many of these materials were abundant in the New World. The high activity of "magic elements" had obviously caused these strange witchcraft materials to be abnormally prosperous.
As a shaman, Apsois very generously opened his collection to Elvin, especially the Sage Grass and the Devil's Snare Flower. The quality was better than the Alchemy School's collection.
Elvin did not hesitate to replace them.
If even this did not succeed, then it was really not a problem with the materials …
Time ticked by.
* Pop! Pop! Pop! *
The crucible had turned into a strange brown liquid with sticky bubbles. If it was not for the wrong color, people would have believed that it was a pot of asphalt.
And Elvin knew very well that even if it was not used to concoct potions, most of these materials had strong hallucinogenic properties.
Any one of them, if an ordinary person ate it directly, it was possible to have an out-of-body experience.
Uh, the kind that would never come back …
Now that it was boiled together, just the smell alone was enough to make people and the little people in yellow hats play happily together.
He took a look at the time in his "Data Vision".
The total time of the boiling had reached the "Standard Sand Clock Inverted 36 times" mentioned in the prescription. Before the invention of clocks in ancient times, the Sand Clock was one of the necessary tools for wizards in their experiments.
The standard Sand Clock Inverted once was actually one minute.
And the number 36 represented the multiplication of the flow of time between the spiritual world and the real world. The spiritual world's flow of time was 36 times faster than the real world's.
Precisely at the last second, Elvin poured out the glowing dust in the crystal bottle.
Poof!
The magic potion formula described the secret of this place in a very metaphysical way.
The dosage depended on the wizard's own spiritual senses. At least until now, there was no sage who could give an accurate dosage at this step.
According to the Ritual of Flesh and Blood, some people had followed the guidance of their spirituality and poured in all the "Evil Spirit Dust" that they had painstakingly collected for two years and succeeded. There were also some people who only added a small amount and succeeded.
However, Elvin felt that even if it involved the illusory spiritual, there should be a fixed pattern to follow. He had not discovered it now, but it did not mean that it would never be discovered.
"Data Vision" recorded Elvin's entire concoction process in detail. Regardless of whether it was a success or a failure, it could always provide a useful reference for the next concoction.
Then, just like his predecessors, he followed his "spiritual" senses and confidently poured in one-tenth of it.
Whoosh!
The silver spiritual wind blew through the entire space surrounded by the barrier wall.
The originally thick, asphalt-like liquid quickly became clear. The impurities in it slowly sank, and the beneficial liquid slowly separated.
Even if the flame of the spirit lamp was still strong, it could no longer cause the liquid to boil.
In the end, except for a pile of grayish-brown matter that had settled at the bottom, the surface had become a clear liquid with a silver glow.
"Strange, this layer on the surface is the same as the description of a successful concoction, then where did the impurities come from?"
Just as Elvin finished talking to himself.
Boom!
The heat that was stored in an unknown place suddenly exploded.
The pot full of liquid splashed out, and the mist filled the room in the blink of an eye.
Hiss!
However, Elvin, who was in the middle of it, did not feel the heat of the boiling water. Instead, he felt a chill on his back.
He did not even turn his head and flew forward.
The next moment.
A sharp whistling sound brushed past his scalp.
Elvin had already rolled and drilled under the table with the crucible on it.
He looked back.
On the side where he was originally standing, a familiar ghostly figure with a pale face and empty eye sockets was giving him a strange smile.
Then, it retracted its pitch-black ghostly claw and slowly dissipated into the air.
Looking at the ground, there was only a circle of fine black dust left.
It was the last residue of all the previous potions after the failed concoction.
Being attacked by a strange potion that he had failed to concoct was a daily necessity for a "Potioneering" Wizard.
Elvin had long been used to it.
It was just a ghost's afterimage. In the space sealed by the spiritual barrier and unable to communicate with the dangerous spiritual world, it was at most the energy that a pot of potion could contain.
It was still far from being able to kill him!
Elvin's expression did not change. He cleaned up the messy experiment table and started again.
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