Chapter 49 49. The Timid and Kind-Hearted Protagonist Who Doesn’t Cause Trouble
"I didn't think of it before, but the blood of the berserker and the fire element..."
Mo Cheng summoned three fire element balls floating around him, and at the same time used the Steel Storm Wolf King's fang to make a wound on his fingertips.
Since upgrading from the dragon bloodline to a young dragon, Mo Cheng has been able to consciously control the hiding and appearance of the dragon scales, so as not to reveal his flaws in certain scenarios.
A drop of bright red blood fell like a teardrop, and the fire element suddenly expanded from the size of a fist to the size of a washbasin, as if gasoline had been added to it.
"It's exactly what I thought. All the skills of the divine warrior Huskar are developed based on the blood of the berserker."
The vitality of the blood of the berserker is so powerful that even the body cannot contain it, which is [vitalizing blood]. Burning the vitality and then bursting it out is [heart inflammation]; attacking the enemy by contaminating the weapon with your own blood is [boiling blood spear]; as for the Ultimate skill [Sacrifice]...
As early as when he faced the dragon-born maid who used space power in Hesen Town, Mo Cheng had already used the prototype of [Sacrifice].
Through self-destruction, the power of the berserker's blood explodes, and the body is suddenly severely injured while gaining a rapid boost, and then rushes in front of the enemy.
The next thing is very simple, either the enemy is burned to death by the burning boiling blood, or he is beaten to death by the enemy.
Mo Cheng guessed that if gold skill points were really used to enhance the blood of the berserker, then the vitality in his blood would undoubtedly be greatly strengthened, and the incompetence would really burn.
Even the blood of the berserker, which is only the first level now, has become the best accelerant in Mo Cheng's hands. "If this blood returns to the earth, won't it be burned as oil?"
The fireball that expanded to the size of a washbasin was hit on a target nearby. It did not explode as expected. On the contrary, the fireball seemed to have changed its nature. It hit the target like a balloon filled with water, and then exploded. The [water] inside splashed all over the floor.
And when this [water] is actually burning flame, it will be a disaster for both the enemy and the environment.
Mo Cheng squatted down and carefully looked at the traces after the fireball burst, looking at the unique sticky burning, the corners of his mouth kept twitching, "Well, the fireball technique is like a Molotov cocktail, and it is also an extremely sticky one. This is just a drop of blood." .”
Mo Cheng couldn't help but think, if he drained one-third of his blood, would the fire elemental ball be strengthened to the level of napalm?
At the same time, he also wisely gave up the thought of asking others to help him study blood. In the future, unless he has someone he trusts, he will have to rely on himself to study his problems.
"but……"
Mo Cheng lowered his head and recalled the environmental terrain that he had subconsciously remembered when he went out these past few days. "My blood has obviously become a highly concealed combustion accelerant that almost no one cares about. So can I use it?" Pack the blood in a special way and bury it in a certain place to ignite it. Or mix it with certain materials to blast certain places secretly."
Realizing what he was thinking, Mo Cheng quickly shook his head and threw away the thoughts in his brain, "Damn, I've watched too much news, how can I learn all the methods of terrorists?"
If his blood was matched with some materials, it would undoubtedly become a big walking bomb, but Mo Cheng was still very sensible and suppressed this idea in his mind.
This is no other place, it is the capital of the Principality of Aundair. A terrorist attack here will undoubtedly alarm the Arcane Council, the College of Winterhold, the Royal Aundair Family Mystical Group and other spellcasters.
Mo Cheng has no needs that require a terrorist attack, at least not yet.
"Forget it, I don't want to anymore."
Glancing out the window, it was almost time. Mo Cheng did not continue testing and deduction, and walked out the door.
The dwarf engineering team's reconstruction of the Albert House has come to an end. With the use of a large number of alchemical products, the engineering team built the building much faster. Of course, the final price paid is inversely proportional to the construction time.
Of course, Mo Cheng doesn't care about the price. The amount of money is not as important as his need for a stable place to live, especially when he understands that this place in Koyre will only become more and more crazy.
Living in the dilapidated house before the reconstruction of Albert House, Mo Cheng did not sleep well at all. His short-term goal now is to make money through shimmer ointment, and then sell the abandoned house on the outskirts of Fairhaven. The old castle was bought and renovated.
Just when he was thinking about what kind of renovation he wanted to make to the castle, a rapid knock on the door brought him back to reality. When he opened the door of the Albert House, he saw that it was Knight Edward.
"Knight Edward, what's the matter?"
Seeing the solemn look on Knight Edward's face, Mo Cheng thought of something, "Could it be something related to the pharmacy or the pharmacists' guild..."
"No." Knight Edward shook his head in denial and took out a piece of paper from a thick stack of papers in his hand and gave it to Mo Cheng, "Have you seen the person above?"
Mo Cheng took it and took a look, and immediately recognized that it was a wanted notice, with more than a dozen lifelike people on it, and they even moved and made silent roars and roars.
Magic images are often used to make moving photos and book covers. Mo Cheng, who has seen a lot in [foreign lands], is not surprised.
What was strange to him was that the images of the people on the wanted poster had very distinctive Fuying-style hairstyles and clothing, and they didn't look like Aundairs.
"I'm sorry knight, I haven't seen these people." Mo Cheng looked at Edward and asked, "Can you tell me what happened to them?"
"I haven't seen the best. Everyone who has seen them is seriously injured and on the verge of death. Listen, priest, although the bounty written on it is very generous, you must not touch it."
Knight Edward looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping. He lowered his head and said in a low voice: "These people escaped from the prison, killed many people along the way, and then disappeared. Priest Mo Cheng, Your ointment saved my life and that of my men, so I have to tell you not to go out these days or to listen for any unusual movements."
"You still have children to take care of, don't leave them unattended because of some curiosity."
Knight Edward's words didn't sound nice, but they were a kind of protection for Mo Cheng.
There were more than a dozen prisoners who were able to escape from Fairhaven Prison, and they were wanted criminals who killed many people along the way.
For a priest of a religious order, once he meets these people, he will undoubtedly want to take his priests to the Kingdom of God.
Let Mo Cheng know the danger and minimize all curiosity before the wanted criminal is caught. From the perspective of the relationship between the two, Edward Knight has done a good enough job.
"I understand. I'm just an ordinary priest. I'm not so lucky to meet a wanted criminal."
If others are kind-hearted, Mo Cheng will naturally not talk about how strong he is with a cold face. Edward's worries are in vain with such unemotional intelligence.
"Put this wanted notice on the door. It should be posted on everyone's door in the whole street. Then leave the rest to us."
Edward clenched his fists and looked a little excited, "The law enforcement team will prove to the Queen that we are definitely not the incompetents eliminated by the Knights."
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