Heimarian Odyssey Chapter 425: Extend lifespan
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"Elf potion? What is that?" Locke asked.
"A good thing that can extend life~" Old Cole sold it off.
Clapped his hands, the doll Lily brought two cups of tea over and the two moved to a seat in the store.
Taking a sip of the fog tea with his lips, Old Cole moistened his throat and said, "You know, the relationship between our death knell and Mei Meili's hut is not very friendly."
Locke nodded, it's no secret.
The three magician organizations of the Kingdom of Manhattan have united with the outside world, but the contradiction between Nememeli’s hut and Deathstroke has intensified to the extreme, relying on the Shadow Tower for neutralization, has maintained this stable state until now.
"Memelie's hut branch in Crimea is planning to hold a trial event in the magic forest. The third-class quest prize is a bottle of wizard potion. Are you interested in participating?" Old Cole asked Tao.
"You haven't answered me what Elf Potion is? There is also the trial event at Meimeili's hut. Can I participate?" Locke rolled his eyes.
"Elf potions are miraculous potions that can improve the constitution of the human body. It fundamentally changes." Old Cole said.
Locke understood. "Transformed into other creatures?" Locke raised his eyebrows.
He has heard a lot of this type of medicine, most of which are used as a guise for discounts to increase life expectancy, but in fact they transform people into monsters that are neither human nor ghost.
Some people can give up everything for strength and longevity, but Locke is not. He hasn't made it yet.
"Hey, don't use this expression!" Old Cole looked at Locke's expression and knew that he was wrong. "It was a half-elf that was transformed. Have you heard of it?"
Old Cole took out the smoking gun that he hung around his waist, knocked on the table top to lighten up fire, took a hard breath, and said, "If it weren’t for the wind type vindictiveness you practiced, I wouldn’t tell you. This."
Elves, Locke has heard of them, but the half-elves have never heard of them.
Elves, this alien creature, belong to advanced magicians and knights, the favorite forbidden.
Both men and women are extremely handsome in appearance, coupled with a physique stronger than ordinary humans, magicians and knights above level 1 like to use this kind of alien creatures that are very similar to humans as their personal pets to vent their animal desires. .
"Half-elves can only be produced in two ways, one is the son of a hybrid between humans and elves, and the other is to take elven potions." Old Cole popularized Rock.
"How much physique and talent can you inherit from the elves?" Changing the bloodline is nothing more than the pursuit of greater strength and potential. Locke asked what he cares most about.
Old Cole took another puff of his cigarette holder, spit out a pungent smoke, and said, "I don't know too much, how can I have the foundation of a middle-level attendant."
The foundation of the middle-level attendant means that even ordinary people who use this potion can instantly gain the power of the middle-rank attendant. If it is taken by Locke, the effect will definitely be stronger. This is the transformation of the origin of life.
"The most important thing is to have a lifespan of 100 years longer. Don't you be tempted?" Old Cole smiled with a yellow tooth.
The average lifespan of the elves is 400 years, so the lifespan of the half-elves is 200 years, which is a great attraction for magicians and knights who have not yet been promoted to the first level.
"I'll think about it." Locke lowered his head and thought. He thought of his parents and Xia Qian, and that the Elf Potion was just as good for them.
"What is there to consider? Elves are famous for their affinity with the three elements of water, wood, and wind, which match your grudge." Old Cole urged.
"Why don't you people of Death Knell participate in such a good thing?" Locke asked strangely.
"Of course I participated, but I still have a recommended place. If there is no suitable candidate, I chose you." Old Cole said, "Is it interesting?"
"Interesting!" Locke slapped Old Cole on the shoulder with greater force and grinned.
The contradiction between Meimeili’s hut and Deathstroke has been around for a long time, and it can add to the obstacles to the activities held by the opponent, and certain senior officials in the Deathstroke organization must be happy to see it.
"The third prize is Elf Potion, what about the first and second prizes?" Locke asked curiously.
"The first prize is the leaf of life that can increase the affinity of wood elements and increase the success rate of promotion to level one by 30%."
"The second prize is a super-first-class magical device, a staff used by a second-class magician in Meimeili's house at the first stage." Old Cole said, he inquired a lot of information.
Loke's eyes moved when he heard the leaf of life that could increase the success rate of promotion to one level.
"But I advise you not to get involved in the first and second prizes. I don't know how many magicians and geniuses from Meimeili’s house are staring at these two prizes." Old Cole watched Locke’s first and second prize. Interested in the award, hurriedly advised.
Locke has increased his turnover by a third in the past two months. He doesn’t want Locke to die like this. "I think you still have some hope for the third prize, and the next fourth and fifth prizes. The prizes are also good." Old Cole said.
"What are the fourth and fifth prizes?" Locke asked casually.
"The fourth prize is an egg of a quasi-tier monster, and the fifth prize is two hundred high-level magic crystals." Old Cole said.
"Hiss~This is the boss?" Locke took a breath. Only one branch has such a big deal. Mei Meili's cottage is really a local tyrant.
"Yes, otherwise our Death Knell Organization will not send someone to attack." Old Cole laughed.
Locke glanced at Old Cole, and you don't need to guess that among the competitors for the first and second prizes, there must be a genius from the Death Knell Organization that is eyeing him.
"So, do you want to participate? If it is not stipulated that only people below the level of Crimea are allowed to participate, I will not consider you." Old Kerr blamed.
"Okay, I will join!" Locke said.
"Hey, yes." Old Cole smiled. A quasi-knight took the place of the Deathstroke Organization to participate. Whether he won the award or not, he had the reward given above.
Anyway, the high-level of the Deathstroke Organization meant to block Mei Meili’s hut. As long as it makes you sick, I will earn it.
"Bring it!" Old Cole reached out to Locke and said.
"What?"
"Five advanced crystal cores, admission fee." Old Cole said.
"...so expensive?" Locke was unable to complain.
"Nonsense, otherwise you thought Mei Meili's hut opened a shantang? I will prepare you so many prizes for free."
So Locke had just traded the high-level crystal core from Old Cole, and when he changed hands, he returned it to Cole, which is equivalent to spending three days in the forest for nothing.
"This is the admission card. I'll take you there then!" Old Cole threw Locke a skull-shaped medal.
The skull medal exuding a slight death breath made Locke feel a little uncomfortable, and a wind of vindictive energy was brought out to cover the medal, and Locke felt much better after the smell was cut off.