Dou Po's refining medicine can become stronger

Chapter 53 Shady
The heat wave in the desert is rolling, the turf is flying, and the high temperature during the day makes everything recede.

Without the presence of animals, the entire vast desert looks particularly desolate.

The snakes and scorpions didn't show their faces until evening, and it was another scene at that time.

On the sand dunes not far away, there were many pennants floating slowly, and two or three camps were stationed.

A pile of yellow sand dunes quickly approached the camp, leaving two shallow traces on the desert surface.

Before arriving at the camp, the yellow sand burst open, and a figure came out of it. The sand dune was actually made of people dressed in clothes.

The man came out, dressed in yellow earth-colored clothes, and trotted all the way to the front of the camp.

Stopped by people, the adult man tore off his mask, his skin was dark and shiny.

The parts of the nose and mouth covered by the sun were ridiculously dark, and the entire face was covered with wrinkles.

At a young age, I have not yet reached the age of standing, but I have aged a lot after going out, and the creases are like those of a sixty-year-old man.

He flicked the yellow sand all over his body, and his clothes were already soaked, and water could be wrung out.

He picked up the water bottle that was holding his waist, quickly unscrewed the bottle, and drank it in one gulp.

He said complainingly: "His grandma's, it's so fucking hot, the weather here is really killing me."

Another person replied: "It's unlucky for you to be elected by the boss, your face is black."

The man wiped the sweat off his face and cursed, "Fuck me! It's so fucking uncomfortable to wear this thing, sweating like rain."

The man opened the tent and poked his head in. Inside the tent were all yellow robes and masks arranged neatly.

"How's the situation? Ah!" said the man in the middle with an extremely rough voice.

"Head, I have figured it out. They are half dead now, and they will probably be wiped out in a few days."

Team leader: "Haha, that's great. Since they are already defeated, we should prepare to do it."

"Okay! Let's go get ready." said the person who entered before.

The head of the group suddenly stood up and gave the man a face, "Who is the boss, don't you have any points?"

"Okay!" A voice came out from behind the curtain, mixed with a hint of evil charm.

As soon as he finished speaking, the captain's straight back instantly bent down, he nodded and bowed and said, "You, what do you think?"

The seat was turned upside down. The man was about fifty years old, but he was majestic and full of energy.

His head is full of white hair, and he has a face that can be good or evil, with tight white eyebrows, and some red light at the corners of his eyes.

The lush white beard under the nose added a touch of sharpness.

The old man stood up slowly. Everyone present lowered their heads and stared at the ground, not daring to look at the old man.

Seeing people's reactions, the man who had just entered the tent was at a loss for a moment and froze in place.

"You, who are you?"

The group leader with his head down looked at the man secretly, and lip-synced: "Don't talk, kneel down!"

Old man: "You deserve to know who I am, huh?"

The man didn't understand what the leader meant, and he still stood there, "This is where our regiment is. What are you doing? I only listen to the leader."

The old man walked past the man, with a murderous look on his face, he pinched the man's neck with lightning speed.

"You talk too much!"

As soon as the old man exerted force on his wrist, his veins became slightly bruised, and the man was lifted up directly.

One is a gray-haired old man, and the other is a strong young man. Such a scene makes people feel chills.

The man's eyes popped, his pupils narrowed to the bottom of terror, and the two eyeballs seemed to fall down anytime and anywhere.

The man wanted to wave his hands to attack the old man, but when the old man exerted some force, the man was instantly relieved of his strength.

Weakly stretching out and waving his hands, the beating on the old man's body was already in a limp state.

The old man turned his head and looked at the group leader indifferently, "In the future, people who talk a lot should not be placed in front of me."

The leader who was so majestic just now doesn't even have the courage to speak to his subordinates now, and can only nod quickly.

The old man turned his wrist, and there was a clear snapping sound from the neck in his hand.

The scene was extremely quiet, no one dared to make a sound, and the breathing became heavy, leaving only streaks of cold sweat dripping down quietly on the ground.

The man's body was lifted high, and the energy and fighting spirit all over his body exploded, floating and wrapping around the man's body.

Seeing the white energy emerge, people opened their eyes wide.

Nails grew from the old man's fingers in an instant, and all of them sank into the man's neck, and hot blood gushed out.

It flowed out slowly along the fingers, then flowed to the arms, then to the clothes, and finally all flowed to the ground.

The bright red blood gradually spread and spread throughout the tent, forming a lake of blood, which instantly disappeared into the desert when it flowed out of the tent, turning into a cloud of white steam.

The smell of blood combined with the high temperature of the desert made the smell of blood stronger and stronger, rushing towards the face.

People kept feeling nauseous, retching non-stop, trying to vomit out everything in their stomachs.

The man who was mentioned became much older in an instant and turned into an old man with white hair. He looked to be 80 years old.

The energy from the man gathered into the old man's hands and then into his body.

The old man felt refreshed for a moment, and the man's energy was gradually drawn out of his body and transferred to the old man.

As the man continued to age, his body continued to lose weight and became skinny.

The man's body gradually blurred, the flesh began to blur, and the veins and blood vessels became clear.

Finally, it turned into a pile of white bones and fell to the ground in a mess.

The old man looked dissatisfied, and whispered: "This guy is still not as comfortable as the monster. The energy of the monster is much stronger than that, waste."

The old man kicked the bones away, and the bones rolled into a pool of blood, and the people around them still didn't dare to say a word.

"How's the situation?"

The head of the regiment threw himself down, "Report, elder, the... that... the person who reported the signal is..."

Following the leader's gaze, the old man looked at the bones in the pool of blood.

"Then we still need to send someone to inquire about it?" asked the head of the group.

"That's not necessary. The poison I gave is secret. No one in the entire continent has seen it. It's impossible for anyone to know it and solve it."

The old man licked his lips, "I configured this dose according to the monsters, they will surely die, and then the energy will be mine!
What family, what Yunlan sect, will be trampled under my feet!Hahaha! "

The old man spread his hands and laughed loudly, and the head of the group couldn't help but gasp.

"So that thing is true, this old guy really has such a perverted habit of absorbing the essence and energy of Warcraft to make himself stronger.

Even the same kind will not be spared, it's really fucking not human. "

(End of this chapter)