Looking at the notifications from the nightmare imprint, Sheyan almost coughed out a mouthful of blood. His genetic medicine concoction abilities required casting materials. Being unable to open his interspatial realm meant that his supporting abilities were completely crippled! Furthermore, he couldn't rely on medicines and food to recover rapidly! More crucially, 'Ambition' was similarly placed in his interspatial realm. Sheyan's explosive strength was instantly reduced by half!
Sheyan had already obtained some privileges when concocting his genetic medicine previously. Melody, Reef and Sheyan were allocated a single room. They drank melted snow water from the nearby mountains, and their food wasn't too bad. If not, they would've been forced to drink the dirty water of the orcs tonight.
The next day was still a sunny day, the sun had already risen early. Just as Melody was about to continue her meditation under the sun, several fiendish uruk-hais suddenly charged in from outside. Then, they forcefully tied them up with a black rope. This rope seemed to be made out of vines, it was extremely tough and durable. Furthermore, it possessed a powerful sealing ability. Even Sheyan and the rest were unable to utilize their active abilities! Melody naturally couldn't use any magic. After Sheyan activated the probing ability of his helmet on the black rope, he finally obtained the relevant information.
Black Whip of Thoughts
Weaver: Saruman. IV Body. Secret-Refiner
Special item
Material: Filthy Blood, Curse Aura, Cold Crystal, Black Ivy.
Duration: 12 hours
Usage: Binded creature is unable to utilize any abilities.
Weight: 0.3 kg.
Length: 140 cm – 210 cm
This black whip of thoughts rope was extremely precious. One could tell from the fact that it was personally crafted by Saruman's doppelganger. After being tied up, its sealing ability was extremely formidable. Regrettably, it only had a duration of 12 hours. If not, Sheyan would've really wanted to obtain one. It seems like the toughness of the black whips wasn't strong enough, because the black whips weren't enough to bind the contestants. The orcs then proceeded to bind them with a sturdy rope made of vines. Obviously, they wanted to ensure that nothing would go wrong.
Under such circumstances, the trio was brought out. Then, they mingled with 7-8 humans, dwarves and elves shivering in the cold wind outside the prison, forming a temporary party. A large group of fully armed orcs and three tentacle monsters that Sheyan had previously fought served as guards, escorting them towards the east. After they had traversed several barren ice ridges with great difficulty, they began to follow a spiraling ice path towards an ice peak.
Sheyan noticed that the main body of this winding mountain path was congealed with a thick layer of ice. At the resting places along the way, some of the rocks were polished to a glossy sheen. This indicated that this path was used frequently, with people frequently traveling up and down this path.
Although the weather was good, the sunlight seemed very bleak here, and one couldn't feel any warmth at all. The wind carrying the ice shards was still very strong. The cold wind whistled in the mountains and valleys, sweeping across the glaciers that had not melted for thousands of years. It was not an exaggeration to describe the sound as if ghosts were crying and gods were howling. In such an environment, the hearts and bodies of the captives were simultaneously shivering and trembling. Some people even collapsed to the ground due to the lack of oxygen and fear during the trek.
At this moment, the orcs revealed their vicious side. They started to use cruel methods to torture and beat up the captives who couldn't move. However, they only inflicted internal injuries like bone fractures, and didn't let them bleed.
When they were about to reach the peak of this ice peak, the group continued advancing along the long mountain ridge. After roughly half an hour of walking in the wind and snow, there was finally no road ahead. A flat land covered in ice appeared, roughly the size of a basketball court. The flat land was crisscrossed with crisscrossing canine teeth of ice, and below was a bottomless abyss. In the middle of the flat land was a long stone platform, the stone platform could fit a person. The stone platform and the surrounding rocks were covered in a strange dark brown colour, which was especially glaring in the pure white snow.
Beside the stone platform, there were several stone basins that were hastily chiseled out. The craftsmanship was incomparably clumsy, and there were also several rags piled up around. These things were scattered in the cold wind, like pieces of yellow paper that had been torn, but they were tenacious and resilient. Although they didn't understand anything, but everyone's heart surged with an indescribable feeling of horror. Especially those few human captives, they couldn't help but cry out loudly, and at the same time desperately struggled. .
But whether it was the orcs or the tentacle monster, they were indifferent, as if they were already prepared for this situation. Most of these captives were tightly bound, and among the ropes that tied them, there was a black thought whip that was enchanted with witchcraft. It was simply impossible to break free.
And at this moment, a tentacle monster with a relatively large head walked over, surrounded by orcs. It used its tentacle to roll out a cowhide pouch from its back, then pulled out the cork and fed the captives the liquid inside the cowhide pouch.
Logically speaking, under such circumstances, no captives would have any mood to drink anything. But this tentacle monster was rather ingenious. It first drank a mouthful from the cowhide pouch, then poured out the liquid from a bowl. One could clearly see, the gourd contained a blue liquid that appeared like stars in the sky. It was viscous and thick. Although the bowl didn't move, the liquid seemed to have a life of its own as it fluctuated, and even produced small tides and waves.
These captives were more or less injured when they were captured, and after being imprisoned for a few days, their bodies were already weak. After trekking for such a long time, they were incomparably fatigued. Sheyan didn't know what this was, but he was extremely thirsty. The wound on his wrist that was rubbed by the ropes was extremely painful, and he opened his mouth to drink.
What he didn't expect was, this blue liquid was actually incomparably cold. Once it entered his throat, he felt as though a thread of ice was continuously pulled into his stomach, not dissipating for a long time. His entire body couldn't help but shiver, and even felt as though he was frozen stiff. After resisting the shivering for a while, he suddenly felt his chest and lungs were icy cold. The exhaustion from trekking on the snowy mountain had completely disappeared, and his entire body was heating up. It was as though all the energy in his limbs and bones had been ignited and was converging towards his blood vessels.
The nightmare imprint transmitted a notification to Sheyan.
"You have consumed a high grade concoction medicine: Ocean-freak Moria's Mucus. This is a powerful genetic concoction personally concocted by Saruman's doppelganger. It is a secret concoction concocted by Ocean-freak Moria's genetic fluid mixed with various casting materials."
"The first time you drink it, you will gain permanent special effects: Health (HP) + 50 points, Maximum Mental Strength (MP) + 50 points. (This reward can be brought out of this world). "
"After drinking it, you will obtain a temporary special effect: Your HP recovery speed will be increased. Increase range: Recover 1 HP every 10 seconds to 10 HP every second. Duration: 120 minutes."
"Details: The heavier the injuries of the user, the 'Ocean-freak Moria's Mucus' will stimulate the potential of the victim, causing HP regeneration speed to increase exponentially! However, there may be some adverse aftereffects afterwards. "
"What are they trying to do?" Reef who similarly drank a mouthful of the 'Ocean-freak Moria's Mucus' obtained a bargain. His heart was naturally elated, and he couldn't help but ask Sheyan. The two of them had the ability to return to the realm at any time, hence they had nothing to fear.
Even though Sheyan was an expert in deductions, he was still clueless about this bizarre encounter. These orcs and tentacle freaks definitely didn't have any good intentions in bringing these slaves here. Yet at this moment when they were about to reveal their true intentions, they actually forced them to drink such a precious concoction!
After everyone drank the 'Ocean-freak Moria's Mucus', a short and stout orc stood out. This orc's face was filled with scars, like a malicious spirit. His expression was numb, but his eyes contained an indescribable fanaticism. A thick and wide leather belt was wrapped around his waist. This orc's face gave Sheyan a familiar feeling, he should have met him before when he was crafting materials in the wizard tower.
Following that, two orcs escorted a human captive onto the stone platform. They completely ignored his resistance, and tied him to the stone platform with extreme force. That short and stout orc pulled out several thin yet sharp knives from his belt, and placed them on the edge of the stone platform. Then he licked the sharp edge of the knife with his scarlet tongue, and slowly slit open the captive's arm. Following that, amidst the miserable shrieks of the unlucky captive, the orc started to unhurriedly slice open the flesh in front of him!
This Beastman seemed to be doing something very cruel, but his actions and attitude were no different from a human slaughtering a domestic animal. It was clear that in his eyes, these elves and humans were all livestock.
Sheyan instantly understood what those rags were. They were actually dried human skins, skin that had been peeled off from the body while still alive! At this moment, even Melody who had always been calm and composed, started to tremble uncontrollably from head to toe. Looking out from her eyes, it was as though the heavens and earth had lost their colour. Because she suddenly realized, there was actually something more terrifying than death in this world! Unfortunately, the elves' suicidal abilities were sealed by the 'Black Whip of Thoughts', it was hard for them to die even if they wanted to! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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