Although the sun was shining brightly in the sky, in this frigid land, the temperature was still extremely low. The ice and snow didn't show any signs of melting, as their footsteps emitted creaking sounds. Observing the direction they were heading towards, they were indeed heading towards the wizard tower that was emitting a sinister aura.
When Sheyan approached, he could tell that strictly speaking, this building couldn't be called a wizard tower. Because the majority of the building materials were made from solid black rocks. This type of building material looked extremely tough, with obvious signs of being hacked and chiseled. It even faintly gave off a crude and rough feeling.
But because of this, it could be called a stronghold or a fortress. It could also be described as grand, sturdy and other adjectives, but it had nothing to do with a mage. Only on the top floor, one could see mithril lines connecting the cracks in the walls. Calcite was used as a channel for magic, and graphite lines were carved into protective runes to separate the energy zone. Obviously, only the top floor was worthy of being called a wizard tower.
Actually, even if one used their toes to think, one could imagine that this tower was probably constructed by Saruman's doppelgänger, commanding the orcs. For these guys whose brains were filled with muscles to be able to accomplish such a feat, it was obvious they had done their best, and couldn't ask for anything better. When Sheyan arrived at the entrance of the wizard tower, an exceptionally tall and sturdy uruk-hai strolled out. His face was exceptionally savage and malevolent, carrying a massive bow on his back. The bow looked crude, but no matter the bowstring or the bow, there was a thin layer of light flowing like water. One look and one could tell it wasn't an ordinary object.
When the rest of the uruk-hais saw this uruk-hai, they were visibly fearful as they retreated to the side. This tall and sturdy uruk-hai glanced at Sheyan and inquired.
"Who is this? “
His voice was low and contained a roar, clearly containing a considerable degree of anger. Greckelor who was walking in front hurriedly stepped forward.
"Lord Lurtz, the mighty oracle ordered us to bring him here."
Hearing the name Lurtz, a thought flashed through Sheyan's mind like lightning.
"This guy … is actually Luz?"
In the plot of the movie, an important member of the Fellowship of the Ring, Boromir, the son of the Regent and the commander of the Gondor people, died in the hands of this Uruk-hai with amazing archery skills. Even the Elven Prince Legolas was obstructed by this Uruk-hai. From this, one could see how powerful he was. Looking at his appearance, it was clear that Saruman's clone trusted him greatly.
Luz coldly replied.
"Wait here."
After saying that, he turned around and walked in. After a while, he came back out and simply shook his head at Sheyan, indicating for him to go in. Obviously, the Uruk-hai's intelligence was far superior to the orcs. They could speak the common language of Middle-earth fluently.
This wizard tower didn't look huge from the outside, but the space inside wasn't small. As Sheyan followed Lurtz, he felt as though he was constantly ascending and passing through doors. Everything he saw was instantly imprinted into his mind, allowing him to slowly ponder over it later.
Their final destination was a laboratory that emitted a pungent stench. Inside, there was a large oak table, test tubes, and even various glass spheres that looked like baking utensils etc. There were also various types of alcohol lamps. Incubation chambers etc. The walls of this room were constructed with thick and heavy rocks, iron and other alloys. Above, there was a web of arcane energy protecting it. The inner walls were also protected by various elemental effects. It seemed like accidents frequently occurred here. Of course, Sheyan didn't recognize a few magic gears and experimental objects.
Saruman's doppelganger was currently sitting on a chair in deep contemplation. In front of him was a container containing a shard. This object was rather familiar to Sheyan, it was the glass shard of the curse-mix he tossed out to scare off the orcs. When this powerful wizard raised his head, Sheyan felt as though his gaze was like a sharp blade that could dissect his internal organs. Obviously, the disparity in strength between them was unfathomable.
Don't even mention Saruman's clone, even if Lurtz wanted to kill Sheyan, it would at most be a matter of an arrow. Based on Sheyan's initial estimation, even if he and Reef worked together, they would at most be able to slay Greckelor. Moreover, it would only be in a one versus one situation. Fortunately, Sheyan's original intention in entering this world wasn't to kill or battle, but to delay for as long as possible.
More importantly, in this world, Sheyan could return to the nightmare realm at any time. That was Sheyan's greatest reliance! If not, he could tell that Saruman's clone was temperamental and had a ruthless personality. If his rank 6 'Black Magic Mixing Technique' was exposed, there was at least a 30% to 40% chance of being killed on the spot! But with the protection of the ability to return at any time, Sheyan wouldn't have to bear too much of the consequences of failure. Therefore, he was willing to gamble. Because even if he lost, Reef would still have time to continue the mission.
Seeing Lurtz bringing Sheyan in, Saruman's clone didn't raise his head. Instead, he continued sitting on the chair for a while before speaking.
"My slave said, he discovered a very interesting matter, and had sufficient evidence to prove that he wasn't lying."
Speaking till here, the aged Saruman's clone slowly stood up. He coughed a few times, still using his abdomen to emit sounds. His eyes stared at the shattered glass bottle on the table.
"Initially, I didn't believe him, hence Mister Greckelor received 3 lashes for nothing. But under his insistence, I didn't miss out on this interesting item … … .or rather, evidence. Now, I will first reward Mister Greckelor for his loyalty and quick-wittedness. After that, please answer a few questions. If your answer doesn't satisfy me, or if you are lying from the start, then I will have to unleash this' Memory Extraction 'magic. "
"This is an extremely outstanding magic that can perfectly extract the majority of your memories. Moreover, there are only two side effects. The first side effect is that your brain will be stirred until it is thicker than red wine. The second side effect is that the victim will experience extreme agony during this process. You have 10 seconds to consider my suggestion. Lurtz, reward Mister Greckelor with a barrel of strong liquor and 50 pounds of meat, the kind with blood."
Sheyan walked towards the table. Lurtz's ferocious gaze tightened, but Sheyan very calmly picked up a glass shard. He bowed to Saruman's doppelganger and said.
"Senior Alchemist Assistant Seaman pays his respects to you, mighty Master Wizard. My teacher has been researching biological weapons for many years. He always believed that the most powerful weapon isn't forged, but the body that possesses a self-healing ability. Therefore, he started his tireless research on this point, and gained some insights. I am a student who inherited a portion of his insights. "
"In view of my profound theoretical knowledge, nimbler fingers, clearer mind, richer work experience and stronger work efficiency than these orcs. Therefore, I have a reason to request for some delicious food, a clean residence and limited privileges."
"Oh, please don't look at me like that. Mighty Master Wizard, I am only an expert in analyzing and thinking. This is also one of the weapons an outstanding alchemist assistant must possess. Mister Lurtz's mood didn't seem too good. There are many reasons for a human to be in a bad mood, but to a simple uruk-hai, the only reason for a bad mood is because of his master's scolding. Looking at the corner of the wall, there are large clumps of stains, and some test tube fragments that haven't been swept clean. This shows that your assistant isn't competent. Of course, the reason why I have the courage to stand in front of you, is because I've heard of this phrase many times: A clever and efficient alchemist assistant will be welcomed anywhere. "
Saruman's clone coldly replied.
"If your ability is half as good as your mouth, then I can guarantee that your first two requests will be fulfilled. But before that, you have to tell me, who is your teacher. "
"It's a pity." Sheyan shrugged his shoulders. "I can't say his name. Otherwise, my vow will come true, and my brain will explode with a bang. It's worse than using Memory Extraction. Believe me, Sir Mage, a living sailor is much more useful than a dead one. "
Saruman's clone was a wily old fox, at most he heard half of Sheyan's words. And of the half he heard, he only believed half of it. However, Sheyan had painstakingly schemed his way into this wizard tower, he didn't expect to use a few words to move Saruman. In this world, intelligent people often believed in their eyes more than their ears.
Just as Sheyan was about to fished out a mixture of bear and fox to further convince Saruman's doppelganger, he suddenly saw two orcs carrying a dead snow bear in. Along the way, the ground was covered in blood. Sheyan's eyes sparkled, immediately shouting towards the two orcs.
"What are you two doing? Why aren't you plugging up the snow bear's wound? The more blood it loses, the more it will affect the quality of the concoction! "
The orcs' brains were indeed lacking a single thread, after being yelled at by Sheyan, they were stunned. In a fluster, they really wanted to put down the snow bear to plug up the wound. Instead, Sheyan loudly shouted.
"There's no need for that. You two, bring me the knife and pliers over there." If you like this work, I welcome you to vote for it at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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