How Did It Become a River Crab?

After Mo Lan collected about 6% of his evolution rate at one time to ease the pressure of possible future battles, he dropped a few incendiary bombs (provided by Sister Su) to burn the rest of the werewolves' buttocks, starting from the weakest area of ​​the gangsters' defense. Out of the encirclement.

The gunners stationed on the outskirts were originally in charge of crowd support and air defense. Naturally, they were helpless in the face of Mo Lan's silt team. in the alley.

"Su Cai, does Nidorino have any strong-smelling potions?" Mo Lan asked while running wildly.

"Why do you want this... Oh! Nido, use that!" Su Cai was taken aback for a moment, and then thought of a certain skill of Warwick.

"Sprinkle it on the ground and let Yadafu blow it over, hurry up!"

Hearing this, Nidorino, who was running beside him, immediately took out a test tube containing orange-red soup from his bag, pinched his nose, and sprinkled it vigorously on the ground. In an instant, a strong sour smell came from the Volatilized from the ground, Yasuo took advantage of the opportunity to set off a hurricane, and let the smell float along the wind direction to where Warwick and the gangsters were.

Dr. Ya, it's really useful.

"Grandma's, what kind of poisonous gas is this?" The smell was so unique that Lucian couldn't help covering his nose, and Doctor Ya also used Gale Wind Sword to protect his body to avoid this magical smell.

"..." Mo Lan and Su adopted a somewhat complicated look at each other, and after a moment of silence, sighed: "Actually, this is a kind of food fragrance, we call it...

Well, snail noodles. "

One minute later, Warwick, who had recovered from the dementia effect, stood up with the support of his subordinates, and looked down at the werewolf army below with a complicated expression, more than half of them were killed or injured.

"Captain, what should we do? Let the brothers scatter and look for it immediately?" The subordinate beside him looked at the miserable scene on the ground, swallowed, and said nervously.

"No, these people's methods are too weird. To act separately is to die. Pick a few clever brothers from among the brothers who are still alive and have equipment, and find a commanding height to covertly monitor. You go to Mr. Urgot and tell him what we need. His help. Their combat power is beyond my ability."

Having said that, Warwick glanced at the direction in which Mo Lan and the others were escaping, and added: "By the way, ask a few people to check on Singed's location and make regular contact."

"What about you?"

"I want to smell where they are." Warwick hunched over, his eyes closed, his nose twitching.

As the strongest werewolf transformer, Warwick has an excellent sense of smell, which is almost a hundred times better than that of ordinary people. In the game, his performance is the W skill [Blood Hunting]. Smell, hunt down enemies and find out where they are.

In the battle just now, when he grabbed his little brother with that claw, he had already remembered the smell of his blood. That claw must not be so easy to heal, as long as he follows the smell, no matter where they escape, he will There is a way to grab them... Damn it!

The moment Warwick's sense of smell was fully open and he followed the smell of blood, its pupils instantly shrank to the size of a needle eye, and a sour and pungent smell filled his nostrils, and then went straight into his brain along the nostrils. , making his ears buzz.

What kind of smell is this?

Such domineering, cold-blooded, and ruthless, the moment he penetrated into the nasal cavity, like the same domineering president with 64 pack abs, conquered every hair on his nose, wantonly circulating and reverberating in his body, every moment, let His consciousness sank into the abyss.

Snail powder is a classic Guangxi delicacy, full of hot, sour and delicious flavors. It is a rare traditional delicacy, but for people in the old west who have never been in contact with it, this food has an indescribable sourness just like stinky tofu. Cool taste.

And for Warwick, whose sense of smell is a hundred times more sensitive than ordinary people... this kind of sourness is also at the 10000% level.

"Gas...mask...quick..."

"Captain? Captain—captain—"

Amid the anxious calls of his subordinates, Warwick, who was sanctioned by the traditional food, twitched and fell backwards. He looked up at the scorching sun in the occupied area, and his consciousness fell into a blur.

These intruders are really strong.

Mo Lan and the others didn't know what kind of horrible torture Warwick was in.Their attention at the moment is on a somewhat peculiar building.

[Strange] This adjective does not refer to its appearance. This building is a small rectangular hut, which is very common in chicken-eating games. It is the kind of small toilet that usually only has a pistol or one or two accessories in it. Strange, yes Because it's in a weird position.

This place was observed by Su Cai and Lucian. This place is the center, with a radius of hundreds of meters, full of factory buildings that squeeze the space to the extreme. Only this place has been opened up with an open belt with a diameter of [-] meters around. Slightly sinking, it was surrounded by hard iron fences, as if there were some savage beasts in it.

Is there something very dangerous locked inside?But if so, why shut it up inside the factory?Isn't this to make a living for yourself?

A series of questions popped up, but now that the situation is urgent, the pursuers will arrive at any time, and there is not much time left for the players to think. Driven by the player's trouble-making nature, Mo Lan and others are going to rush in directly, and give them everything they have. Let it out, maybe it's still a wave of happy branches.

The iron fence is not worth mentioning to the players, and they can be crossed easily. After entering the hut, everyone found that the hut is a step leading to the ground. They walked down the dark path for a few seconds, and there was a black forged steel gate in front of them. , There are three layers of locks on the door, and the airtightness is as good as possible. It seems that a trace of gas leaking from inside will be a threat.

This aroused the interest of the players to find out more. Not many BBs, the little brother directly penetrated the body with holy light, fusing the door lock and half of the alloy door on the spot. Then he pulled the alloy door open, revealing the interior.

... Another dark path.

Why don't you let me doll with you?

Walking to the end of the path again, after opening the gate according to the same process, this time, a warm yellow kerosene light was revealed behind the gate.

Behind the door is a space about the width of three classrooms. In the middle and on the right are several workbenches and alchemy reagent tables that are arranged in a mess. Some scattered parts and reagents seem to be the workbench of an alchemist with few resources.

On the left side, a row of iron railings separated the left side and the middle right area, forming a small cage. In the middle of the cage, on a poor-quality plank bed, lay a man with his back facing the players and the police officers. A man breathing evenly.

Sensing the movement behind him, the man stretched, got up from the bed, and turned around calmly, revealing a face that was covered by a bird's beak mask and could not be seen clearly.Like a down and out plague doctor.

But it doesn't matter, Mo Lan and Su Cai have already recognized this person.

"Hey." After seeing the faces of the players clearly, he didn't show any panic, but instead let out a chuckle of interest: "It seems that today is my day of luck?"

"It's hard to say." Mo Lan spread her pliers, "It depends... on your cooperation."

This "doctor" with a calm attitude who was imprisoned in a dark underground prison by the Nossus caravan is exactly the vest of a top lane hero [Alchemist] in the original LOL.

[Black Calamity Singed]...

Chapter 410 IX What kind of medicine is this?

The situation is already clear. This is the prison where the alchemist was held. The reason Urgot and the caravan locked him here was to mass-produce and maintain certain things. At present, it seems that the biggest possibility is that kind of werewolf equipment.

In the setting of the main universe, the alchemist Singed is an alchemist lunatic from Zaun. He is talented but delirious, and is the favorite of many top laners.

The vest of Singed in front of me is a plague doctor-style skin [black natural disaster]. To be honest, seeing such a player with a slightly British style in the New Federation, which is obviously the western style of the United States, is like a country-style martial arts suddenly. Like a Japanese samurai rushing out, it is relatively abrupt.

But Guardian of the Sand and Wilderness Jackal have both come out, and one more is not too much.

"I've heard of you, Sheriff Lucian." Singed's voice is different from that of the main universe. Although it is also a little hoarse, it sounds quite young, at most in his twenties, "A man who can control the power of demons The police officer is amazing. It is an excellent experimental reference."

"Coincidentally, I've heard of you too." Lucian narrowed his eyes, "Before I heard those people at the Black Tooth Inn say that the developer of the werewolf equipment was an alchemist, I was a little skeptical, but now I can be sure. "

"Singed, an outsider from Breton Island, entered the New Federation as a commercial trade employee. In the same year, he produced extremely dangerous alchemy equipment. He was listed as a top wanted criminal by the government. Many police chiefs are thinking about your head."

"Including you?" Singed stood up and tightened his robe.

"My answer is the same as this crab." Lucian grinned, "It depends on your performance."

"That's really..." Singed's beak mask moved forward, and after a while, it tilted slightly.

"...exhilarating."

"There is a reinforced company outside waiting to attack us at any time, so I won't talk nonsense." Mo Lan said: "I can probably guess from these equipment that you were imprisoned here by these people after you were exiled in the Old West, and were forced to Mass-produce the kind of equipment that makes werewolves stronger, right?"

"A scuttling crab with language function, the color is different from any of the previous ones..." Singed squatted down, looking at Mo Lan, "Interesting, very interesting... oh, sorry, yes, you are right .”

"Want to escape?"

"No, I don't want to accomplish anything here, and rot like a dog chained by an iron chain." Singed said sincerely, "Will you believe me when I say that?"

"It seems that we have reached a cooperation." Mo Lan nodded with satisfaction, "Can you make a potion that can paralyze those werewolves outside?"

Singed is a researcher and producer of werewolf equipment. If Singed has always had the desire to escape from birth, he should have left himself behind in this regard.

However, upon hearing this sentence, Singed was stunned for a moment, then covered his beak mask and snickered softly.

"Aha... Mr. Crab, I've been imprisoned here for two years.

Two years is enough for a lot of things to happen, such as several failed escapes, such as more surveillance and vigilance. No matter how talented I am, I can't use it in such an environment. "

"Understood, I tried it before, it's possible, but it didn't work for various reasons, and it doesn't work now." Mo Lan nodded, "Then, give me a reason to take you out?"

"I failed to escape No. 17 last week. They confiscated most of my equipment and materials. What I can do now is that you provide me with some potions. I will use these poor scraps on hand to give you Simply modify it, make it more powerful, spread more widely, and...well, it won't work on us yet."

Singed chuckled and said, "Look, this is the reason?"

"Not bad, how many bottles can you make?"

Singed stretched out a finger, "This material makes a bottle, the whole world, only I can do it."

Seeing this, Mo Lan looked back at Su Cai and Nidorino: "Is the snail powder potion still available?"

"No more." Su Cai shrugged, "It was a white snack set that I drew in the lottery before, and this guy picked it up when I was eating snail noodles. That's all."

"Hey man, isn't there any canned herring in the snack kit?"

"?"

At this moment, Nidorino is also frowning, thinking hard.

Nido... (Random negative effect potion is not trustworthy, there are not enough resources for on-site deployment...)

Suddenly, with an idea, he took out a test tube with emerald-colored liquid and strands of gold thread in it from his backpack.

This is the blood that Nidorino got from [Kazik the Guardian of the Sand] before.Without quality and data, according to the mechanism, it can only be used as a one-time potion and cannot be traded. It is for this reason that Mo Lan did not try to get the blood PY from Nidorino.

As a good brother of justice, Brother Mantis is not as good as Renekton, he is full of treasures.

Seeing this test tube, Singed said "Huh?", stepped forward quickly, took the test tube from Nidorino, looked at it for a while, and said doubtfully: "...I have never seen such a test tube before. liquid."

"Is it useful?"

"I don't know." Singed shrugged confidently, "Do you think the more beautiful the thing is, the more precious it is? This kind of sediment should be the waste in the living body, and the part that flows out is not good. It is estimated that the owner has been injured. You expect me to use it to concoct a potion that makes everyone sleep forever, so don't even think about it."

The eyes are quite poisonous... Mo Lan didn't get entangled in this issue: "What can you do, time is tight."

Singed didn't talk much, turned around, and started to frantically operate on the workbench. His hand speed was comparable to that of Animal Crossing players DIY furniture. After a minute or two, a can was about the same color as before, but it was obviously brighter Many potions have been released.

At the same time, Su Cai narrowed his eyes, looked up at the top of his head, and said to Mo Lan, "I'm surrounded."

When entering the door, Su Cai placed a silent alarm device under the floor, which would notify him when an enemy approached, and now it was ringing, and the number of reports was quite exaggerated.

"It can be heard that there are at least 100 people, fully armed and wearing gas masks." Singed pointed to the top of his head and said, "It should be Mr. Warwick's idea. He and I have always been very close, and everything will come first. Time to think of me."

"Then now is the time for this bottle of medicine to take effect." Mo Lan asked, "What is the use of this thing?"

"Good question, I don't know." Singed shrugged innocently: "You see, this is a material that has never been seen before. I can only tell you that it will have a strong hallucinogenic effect, but How it causes hallucinations... I don't know."

"how to use?"

"Open the plug, and it will volatilize upward by itself." Singed pointed to Yasuo, "This friend seems to be very good at accelerating this process."

"..." Yasuo squinted his eyes, looked Singed up and down, pulled out his long knife, and waited for him.

Mo Lan didn't ask any more questions. They chose to walk into this basement. In that case, he wouldn't waste extra time entangled. He nodded to Yasuo, and Mo Lan used pliers to pull out the cork and looked inside. The liquid quickly evaporated, and with the help of Yasuo, it flew towards the top of the basement.

At this moment, outside the basement, all the surviving werewolves, led by Warwick, formed a row with the three-digit gun-toting bandits outside the basement.

After waking up, Warwick plugged his nostrils with two oak plugs, temporarily shielding his sense of smell, so as not to be eroded by the terrifying aura from the abyss again. After receiving reports from his subordinates, there was something unusual about Singed's cell. Afterwards, Warwick surrounded the place with all the remaining teams, waiting for Mr. Urgot to come to make a decision.