Thinking of that, Sheyan's heart stirred. His eyes abruptly opened, grabbing onto the white cloth.
Unfold!
On it shockingly appeared lines of disorderly black handwriting. There was no pattern to it at all. Ah! To put it simply, everyone can understand it as Saruman's casual Weibo post … … .these random thoughts that came from a moment of emotion were casually left behind as graffiti to vent his emotions on this rag.
Sheyan shut his eyes and took a deep breath, muttering in his heart that something was better than nothing. He then seriously started to read. But Sheyan never expected that Saruman's random scribbles had nothing to do with his concocting experience!!!
"Recently, I discovered a mistake. When throwing curse-type gene concoctions, the angle, strength and accuracy are important. If wind speed and other factors are considered, then it would be even more complicated. “
"Recently, I discovered that adding lead to a new concoction crystal bottle … …."
"The feeling of throwing curse-type gene concoctions is pretty good."
"Today's dinner is a little bland."
"But if the concoction bottle had a tiny crack … …."
"That idiot Lurtz messed up 3 sets of experiment materials."
"Skip over 300 words."
"… …."
After Sheyan finished reading with a dejected mood, he once again confirmed an important matter. Saruman really didn't leave behind any information regarding concocting potions on this' cloth '… … .he didn't know what was wrong with that old man. Apart from some nonsense, the majority of the information he left behind was actually regarding the concoction of potions and some whimsical ideas. Sheyan couldn't believe his own eyes as he carefully scrutinized the scribbles once more. His entire body turned cold, he felt as though his schemes were in vain. Man proposes, God disposes.
But every second of life was filled with unpredictability. The next second, the nightmare imprint's melodious voice resounded.
"Contestant no.1018 discovered Saruman's experiment insights, and is carefully perusing them."
"Scanning: Contestant no.1018 possesses related skills: 'Uruk-hai gene concoction (incomplete)'."
"Calculating … …."
"Contestant no.1018, you are now in a reading state. In this state, you cannot move, attack or be attacked, otherwise you will exit the reading state."
[Your Intelligence and Intelligence are too low. The time spent in reading will be forcefully extended to the maximum, and there is a possibility of failure.]
Sheyan's heart skipped a beat, this obviously triggered a relevant event. Following the instructions of his nightmare imprint, he pathetically failed 3 times. After a full 8 minutes, he finally received a sweet sounding notification.
"Reading state ended."
[Contestant no.1018 obtained new insights from Saruman's experiment log.]
"Your Rank 6 ability 'Uruk-hai Gene Mix (Incomplete)' has received the following passive enhancement."
"When you throw the curse-mix at the enemy, the curse-mix will form a shockwave with the point of impact as the center. The enemy hit by the shockwave will be stunned for 1 second."
"The area of effect of the shockwave is the same as the area of effect of the poisonous fog formed after the curse-potion ruptures."
"Any enemy within the poisonous fog will have their movement speed and attack speed reduced by 20%, until the poisonous fog disappears or leaves the area of effect of the poisonous fog."
"The duration of the poisonous fog formed by the curse-potion is extended to 15 seconds, but can be dispersed or purified."
"You can also throw a beneficial potion towards your allies, forming a fog that lasts for 10 seconds. Allies within a 10 metre radius of impact will receive an area effect corresponding to the potion. At the same time, movement speed and attack speed will increase by 3%, and the acceleration effect will last for 120 seconds. "
"The area effect of throwing a potion will be weaker than drinking it directly." (For example, throwing a strength + 3 potion will result in an area of effect + 2. Throwing an agility + 3/spirit + 3 potion will result in an area of effect + 2/2.)
"Warning: From now onwards, every time you throw a potion, you will consume 2 MP."
"That works too?" Suddenly receiving this notification, Sheyan felt as though he had unexpectedly reaped a harvest. He hurriedly activated his skill tree, and discovered that this was clearly written!!
"Then, if that's the case ….." Sheyan's eyes suddenly flickered with brilliance. He started to stare blankly at the items in front of him. His gaze first paused on the stack of parchment papers on the right, then he glanced at the goose feather dip pen beside it. Suddenly, he cried out loudly, his cry contained a mixture of understanding, surprise, vexation, regret, impatience and other complex emotions.
Following that, he grabbed the topmost parchments and stuffed them into his bosom. Then, he picked up a bundle of thin silk from the table beside him, and sprinted towards the stairs leading out of the Wizard Tower in a frenzy! He was as nervous as a monkey whose butt was roasted by fire!
*****
One could say that Sheyan was lucky, because he wasn't caught even after running out of the wizard tower to the edge of the orc city.
But it could also be said that Sheyan was unlucky, because at most 10 seconds, he could have disappeared behind rocks, shrubs and sparse snow. This way, he would definitely not be discovered by the first batch of retreating orcs, and would frantically pursue him.
Don't ever forget, Sheyan had already been weakened to the extreme! Strength 8 points, agility 6 points, physique 12 points, perceptive sensing 11 points, charm 6 points, wisdom 5 points, spirit 4 points, super trash!!
Crunching sounds could be heard as Sheyan stepped on the soft snow. It had been a long time since Sheyan breathed heavily, to the point his lungs felt as though they were about to explode. He grabbed a mouthful of snow and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing with big mouthfuls. His adam's apple greedily squirmed as he swallowed the melted ice water.
If not for Melody's' Twilight Elf's Blessing 'that allowed Sheyan to assimilate with nature, those orcs would have already caught him a hundred times over!
Even so, the accumulated snow on the ground would occasionally reveal Sheyan's footprints, indicating the direction of the orcs.
"Those damned bastards, I definitely cannot be caught now!!" Sheyan frantically screamed in his heart. Although his willpower was firm, the weakness of his body greatly restricted his performance.
Even though there were rocks behind him, and the orcs couldn't see his silhouette, but ahead was a 75 degree snow slope. If Sheyan was at his peak, oh no, even if he still had his innate ability, he would still be able to take on a dashing challenge. But now … … .if he dared to do that, then he would undoubtedly be courting death, oh no, he would be sent back to the realm.
The panting sounds of the three orcs chasing from behind were getting closer and closer. They were at most a hundred meters away! Clenching his teeth, Sheyan sat down on the snow slope with both hands supporting himself as he slid down. Before he had even slid down half the distance, he lost his balance and tumbled down. His face was scratched with two mournful scars! His elbows and legs were also riddled with scars.
But even so, Sheyan endured the pain, continuing to stumble and run while gasping for breath. That's right, although his physique had reverted back to its original state, but the experiences and experiences he gained in the previous world, were still his most precious wealth! It could still support him in his escape. Drops of blood splattered onto the ground, like a ghastly red pocket-sized road sign, guiding the direction of the enemy!
Ahead was a desolate forest. Perhaps due to the tenacious vitality of the trees, they were still able to sprout green shoots amidst the ice and snow. Sheyan didn't seem to notice this, he didn't even turn back as he charged into the desolate forest. The 3 orcs behind him were closing in, from a hundred metres, they were now less than 50 metres apart.
The orcs were obviously more robust than Sheyan, as they charged into the forest while cursing. Naturally, they collided with the tree trunks, causing the snow on the tree branches to scatter and crash down like hailstones. The leading orc immediately cursed loudly, his filthy language incessantly gushing out. In the end, he swallowed two mouthfuls of snow and shuddered violently.
They continued to walk for about seven or eight seconds, and all the Orcs suddenly heard a sound.
This sound was extremely strange, like the gurgling sound of boiling meat in a large pot. It was dull and heavy, mixed with a fart sound.
The orc at the front immediately stopped and looked around vigilantly.
Because he could feel that this strange sound was closest to him, but he couldn't find anything. But the other two orcs suddenly looked at him with a strange expression, their gazes resting on their leader's stomach. Because that sound originated from his stomach.
Suddenly, the leading orc's face twisted in agony as he collapsed to the ground, his eyes lifelessly twitching. In a short span of time, his life left his body. Then, one could see his ears, eyes, nose and mouth shockingly sprouting green shoots. It seemed like there were a large number of seeds in his body that were germinating and multiplying!
In less than a minute, the orc was decomposed like he had been rotting for months. Even his bones had rotted and turned to ash, like a dried corpse! Above the dried corpse, patches of emerald green grass sprouted. (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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