The Final Limit of Evolution! Struggling in the Misty Mountains! Chapter 42: Run Away!

Chapter 42: Running wildly!

At the thought of this, Fang Senyan's heart was greatly moved, his eyes suddenly opened, and he grabbed the ball of white cloth.

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Lines of messy black writing suddenly appeared on it. There seems to be no pattern at all, ah! To put it simply, you can understand it as Saruman's essays/microblogs...these random thoughts that came from a momentary feeling were casually treated as venting graffiti and left on this rag.

Sheyan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, silently thinking that something is better than nothing, and then he began to read it seriously. But what Sheyan never expected was that these random words written by Saruman actually It has nothing to do with experience in preparing potions! ! !

"I recently discovered a misunderstanding. When throwing cursed gene potions, angle, strength and accuracy are also important. If factors such as wind speed are taken into account, it will be more complicated."

"I recently discovered that lead is added to the new blended crystal bottles..."

"It feels really good to throw the curse potion."

"Today's dinner was a bit bland."

"Then if the bottle containing the potion had some cracks beforehand..."

"This idiot Lutz messed up three more experimental materials."

"Skip the following three hundred words"

"..."

After Sheyan read it with a depressed mood, yes, he confirmed one very important thing again, that is, Saruman really did not leave any information about the preparation of the potion on this "rag"... ...I don’t know what went crazy with him. Apart from nonsense, most of the messages left on it were some thoughts and whims about potion throwing/dispensing. Fang Sheyan, who could hardly believe his own eyes, carefully read the scrawled handwriting again. His whole body suddenly became cold, and he really felt that all his efforts were in vain and that God's calculations were in vain.

But every second of life is full of unpredictability. The next second, the sweet voice of the nightmare mark sounded:

"Contractor 1018 discovered Saruman's experimental results and read them carefully."

"Scanning: Contractor No. 1018 has related skills: Orc Gene Fluid Preparation (Incomplete)."

"Calculating..."

"Contractor No. 1018, you have entered the reading state from now on. In this state, you cannot move, attack or be attacked, otherwise you will exit the reading state."

"Your mental value/intelligence value is too low, and the time spent in the reading state will be forcibly extended to the maximum, and there is a possibility of reading failure."

Fang Senyan's heart moved. This obviously triggered related events. He followed the nightmare mark prompts and stood still on the spot. He failed miserably three times. It took eight minutes before he got the most pleasant prompt:

"End of reading status."

"Contractor No. 1018 gained new insights from Saruman's experimental log."

"Your sixth-level ability: Strong Orc Genetic Fluid Deployment (Incomplete) has been enhanced as follows (passive)."

"When you throw a curse potion at an enemy, when the curse potion hits the ground, a diffuse shock wave will be formed with the impact point as the center. The enemy hit by the shock wave will be stunned for 1 second."

"The range affected by the shock wave is equivalent to the range affected by the poisonous mist formed after the curse potion is broken."

"Any enemy in the poisonous fog will have the effect of reducing their movement speed/attack speed by 20% until the poisonous fog disappears or leaves the area of ​​the poisonous fog."

"The poisonous mist formed by the curse potion lasts for fifteen seconds, but it can be dispelled or purified."

"You can also throw beneficial potions at friendly forces, forming a smoke that lasts for ten seconds. Allied forces within a ten-meter range centered on the impact point will receive a range benefit corresponding to the potion. At the same time, the movement speed/attack speed is increased by 3 %, the acceleration effect lasts 120 seconds.”

"The area gain effect formed by throwing potions will be worse than the gain effect of drinking it directly." (For example, throwing a potion with +3 strength will produce the effect of group strength +2, throwing a potion with agility +3 and spirit +3 will produce is the effect of range +2/+2)

"Warning: From now on, whenever you throw a potion, 2 points of mental energy will be consumed."

"Is this okay?" Fang Senyan, who suddenly got the hint, felt like he had gained something unexpectedly. He hurriedly mobilized the skill tree and took a look, and found that it was clearly written on it! !

"Then, if that's the case..." A bright light suddenly flashed in Sheyan's eyes. He began to stare blankly at the things in front of him. His eyes first stayed on the pile of parchment on the right, and then looked at the goose feather dip pen with a very hard tip next to it. Suddenly he yelled, and there was a clear understanding in the scream. , surprise, chagrin, regret, anxiety and other complex emotions.

Then Sheyan grabbed the top few pieces of parchment and stuffed it into his arms, then took a thin ball of silk from the table next to him, and ran frantically toward the stairs leaving the mage tower! I was as nervous as a monkey whose butt was roasted by fire!

It can be said that Sheyan was lucky, because he was not caught until he ran out of the mage tower and reached the edge of the orc city.

But it can also be said that Sheyan is unlucky, because it only takes ten seconds at most for him to disappear behind the rocks, shrubs, and snow, so that he will never be noticed by the first batch of orcs who retreated in advance. Then they chased him crazily.

Don't forget that Sheyan has been weakened to the extreme at this time! In terms of statistics, it is: 8 points of strength/6 points of agility/12 points of physical strength/11 points of perception/6 points of charm/5 points of wisdom/4 points of spirit. A super useless person! !

The soft snow crunched when he stepped on it. Sheyan had not tried this kind of breathing for a long time, so that his lungs were almost exploding. He grabbed a mouthful of snow and stuffed it into his mouth. Chewing heavily, his Adam's apple squirmed greedily as he swallowed the melted ice water.

If it weren't for the "Blessing of the Dawn Elf" that Sister Wuge blessed him with, which was extremely effective in assimilating Sheyan to the resonance of nature, those orcs who were chasing after him would have caught Sheyan a hundred times!

Despite this situation, the snow that appears from time to time on the ground will still use the footprints of Shangsenyan to point out the direction to the pursuers behind.

"These damn guys, I absolutely can't get caught now!!" Sheyan yelled in his heart. Although he was very determined, his physical weakness at this time greatly restricted his performance.

Although there was a rock behind him, the pursuers could not see his figure for a while, but in front of him was a long snow slope with an angle of at least seventy-five degrees. If Sheyan was in his prime, oh, no, even with his natural ability Still there! He also dared to perform a difficult sprint and jump slide, but now...if he dared to do this, he would undoubtedly be seeking death. Oh no, he would have returned to space long ago.

The three-headed orcs chasing from behind were getting closer and closer, and they were still about a hundred meters away at most! Fang Senyan gritted his teeth, sat down on the snow slope, supported himself with both hands, and slid down. Before he had slid more than halfway, he lost his balance and rolled down, with two scratches on his face. A terrible scar! The elbows and legs were also scarred.

But even so, Sheyan endured the pain and continued to run and stumble while panting heavily. Yes, although his current physical fitness has been brought back to its original shape, the experience and experience he gained during his previous adventures in the world are also the most precious wealth! It can still support him to continue to escape, and the little bits of blood are scattered on the ground, like shocking bright red pocket road signs guiding the enemy's pursuit direction!

There was a lonely forest in front of him. Perhaps it was because some trees had strong vitality, but they were able to pull out slightly green buds among the ice and snow. Sheyan didn't seem to notice this, and his head froze. He rushed into this desolate forest without looking back. The distance between the three orcs behind him was getting closer and closer, from one hundred meters to less than fifty meters.

The orcs were obviously fatter than Fang Senyan. They rushed into the woods with curses, and naturally collided with the tree trunks. The snow on the branches scattered one after another, and fell down like hailstones. The orcs in the lead He immediately yelled and cursed, and the obscene language kept coming out one after another. The end result was that he swallowed two mouthfuls of snow and shivered violently.

They continued walking for about seven or eight seconds, when all the orcs suddenly heard a sound.

The sound was very strange, like the gurgling sound of a large pot of stewed meat when the water was boiling. It was dull and heavy, and mixed with a sound that sounded like farting.

The orc in front immediately stopped and looked warily.

Because he felt that this weird sound was closest to him, but unfortunately he gained nothing. However, the other two orcs suddenly looked at him with strange expressions, and their eyes stayed on their boss's belly--because the sound came from his belly.

Suddenly, the leading half-orc's face twisted in pain and fell to the ground, and then his eyes became dull and twitched. In a very short time, life left his body, and then you could see its ears, eyes, nose, and mouth. Grass-green buds suddenly grew out of it, and it seemed like a large number of seeds were taking root, sprouting, and multiplying in their bodies!

In less than a minute, the orc was decomposed as if it had been rotting for several months. Even the bones were rotten and turned gray, as if it were a broken mummy! On top of the mummy, large tracts of green grass grew.