Four days passed in the blink of an eye.
There was a simple wooden house on the edge of the elf camp, with black smoke billowing from the smoke window.
The strong and pungent smell of gunpowder and the bitter smell of celandine flowers lingered around.
Nenneke walked out of the wooden house wearing a white high priest robe, his round cheeks covered with a layer of dust.
In her hands, she held many bottles of magic potion.
This place has become a temporary alchemy workshop.
In the room, a neat wooden table was filled with flasks, crucibles and other alchemy tools.
Arwen was wearing white linen gloves and holding a glass rod in his hand, constantly stirring a dark green viscous liquid in the crucible.
This is the venom of Kikimore Warrior, mixed with foie gras and other poisons.
The dwarf Lorik stood on a special wooden stool, playing with a hollow ball in his hand.
The color of the ball is dark gray and is made of the carapace of Kikimore.
His five fingers were very flexible, and he gently pulled a mechanism, and the ball opened like fish scales, revealing the container inside.
Hold it steadily in the palm of your hand.
"Slow down, Lord Baron. There is no balancer here. Please pour slowly. If this thing in your hand splashes on us, it will definitely make us lose a layer of skin."
Lorik kept chattering, looking at his small eyes, they were shining with fanaticism and there was no fear at all.
"That's enough, Lorik, you've said enough, hold the container steady."
Arwen cat eyes are condensed and very focused.
Under [Alchemy Perception], he could clearly feel that the energy contained in the viscous solution in the dry pot had reached its limit.
Simply spilling them can cause extensive corrosion.
He took a deep breath with his lips slightly opened, gathered all his mental energy, and slowly and accurately poured the solution in the crucible into the ball in Lorik's hand.
"Zizzizi!"
It's like pouring cold water into hot oil, making a sizzling sound and wisps of white smoke.
If Kikimore's carapace was not a natural carrier of the venom, it would definitely be corroded and penetrated.
"Quick, seal it!"
Before he finished speaking, the dwarf Lorik had already pressed the mechanical buckle at the bottom of the sphere. The fish scales, accompanied by a compact and pleasant clicking sound, slowly joined together like ripples, making a perfect fit.
Lorik threw the ball in his hand. It felt cold to the touch, but slowly revealed a hint of warmth.
He said stubbornly, "God, it is such a work of art, so perfect."
"Lord Baron, you are really talented. You can use the carapace of Kikimore to make a venom bomb. I would have to break my brain to come up with it."
Arwen took the venom bomb and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth.
I know that Lorik, the brat who talks so much about cheating, is complimenting him, but when there are no outsiders, it still sounds quite pleasant.
His eyes glanced at the panel.
[Successfully made venom bomb (strengthened), Herbal Alchemy experience +20!]
[Herbal Alchemy Lv3:39/10000]
[Your understanding of matter has broken through the basic shackles, and Alchemy Perception has undergone an advanced transformation.]
[Get yellow talent: Alchemy Extraction]
[Alchemy Extraction (yellow): Your mental power can accurately capture the critical point of materials, and you can also perceive the rhythm of herbs, which greatly reduces the failure rate. When making alchemical items, there is a 30% chance that the alchemical items will be strengthened]
Overall, it is a very powerful life assistance skill.
This alchemy technique alone is enough to survive in a big city, and even let others call him an alchemist master.
Close the panel and glance at the wooden display table next to it.
There are many metal balls placed on it, and rag strips are wrapped around the surface of the balls to prevent them from falling out of hands.
Under spiritual perception, they all contain powerful energy.
Arwen chose a strengthened blue bomb, "Let's go, Lorik, take your bomb, let's go and test its power."
Lorik jumped from the wooden bench to the ground, shaking his body, his eyes full of anticipation.
"Of course, I would be happy to challenge the Baron."
The two walked out of the alchemy workshop and walked towards a hidden place in the forest.
Going further, there is a trap area set by the elves.
Arwen turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation.
"You come first."
"Hehe," Lorik let out a weird smile and moved his right shoulder, "Then just watch."
After saying that, he turned his right hand several times before violently throwing the bomb in his hand.
The bomb drew a perfect parabola in the air, hit the ground, bounced twice, made a loud bang, and then shattered.
There was no dazzling fire as expected, but instead a ball of magnificent ice mist bloomed in an instant, and everything it touched was covered with a thick layer of frost.
The branches that were originally swaying in the wind all froze and fell into sharp icicles.
The surrounding air dropped dozens of degrees instantly.
Lorik waved his fist, then put his hands on his hips, "See, this is the Northern Wind Bomb I made. In the entire Northern Kingdoms, it's hard to pick another dwarf who can be better than me."
"As for why it's a dwarf, hehe, it's because you humans learned your alchemy bombs from us dwarfs."
Lorik sniffed and said proudly.
Arwen weighed the Northern Wind Bomb in his hand, which he made for the Witcher habit. The way to activate the bomb is not a hidden mechanical mechanism, but a small fuse hidden inside the bomb.
After thinking for a while, he threw the Northern Wind Bomb in his hand to another direction, and quickly pinched a Igni Sign with his right hand.
When Northern Wind Bomb was in the air, the fuse was ignited and the bomb was quickly detonated.
There was a "boom" sound.
The bomb shattered in the air, followed by a cloud of ice mist that filled the sky and fell like ice rain.
The dry bushes instantly turned into sparkling ice crystals, making a rustling sound as the cold wind blew.
Lorik's eyes widened with shock.
The range of the bomb was two times larger than his.
He rolled his Adam's apple and said in shock, "Damn it, how did you do it? Even if there is an advantage in exploding in the air, the range will not expand so much."
"Incredible, simply incredible!"
He jumped up and screamed.
Arwen smiled and said, "The good show is yet to come."
After saying that, he switched Signs with his right hand and pushed it suddenly into the void.
Aard Sign.
A fan-shaped shock wave surged out from the palm of his hand, and with its powerful force, it directly destroyed the frozen shrubs and tree trunks into ice fragments all over the sky.
"Oh!!!"
Lorik couldn't help but clapped his hands, "Oh my god, what a wonderful idea."
"Northern Wind Bomb, paired with your demon hunter's Signs, tsk tsk----"
"Let me tell you," he looked at Arwen with burning eyes, "Lord Baron, you should not be a demon hunter, but an alchemist master. You are a complete alchemy genius. Before long, your name will be resounded throughout Northern Kingdoms."
Speaking of this, he even took off his hat in an exaggerated manner.
Arwen is also very satisfied with the destructive power in front of him.
In addition to Northern Wind and the venom he just made, he also made a lot of Dancing Star.
If we encounter the green-robed wizard again, even if he doesn't take action, he can be killed just by throwing a bomb.
At this moment, there was a sparse sound of footsteps coming from behind.
It was the elf elder. He looked at the ice and snow in front of him with his deep eyes. He was stunned for a moment before speaking slowly.
"Witcher, your weapon is ready."
"Oh?"
Arwen looked back with interest in his eyes.
The elf elder bowed and said, "Please follow me."
Arwen took off the linen gloves in his hands and handed them to Lorik's hands.
The latter's eyes still stayed on the place destroyed by Northern Wind Bomb, and he said foolishly, "Baron, I would like to ask, can I take apart one of your Northern Wind Bombs for research?"
Arwen raised his hand to show that he was free.
Lorik thanked him again and ran excitedly towards the location of the alchemy workshop.
The demon hunter followed the footsteps of the elf elders and came to the forest behind the elf camp.
This place is a forbidden area for elves. Due to the current alliance, Arwen did not break in rashly.
There was a hint of awe in the elf elder's tone.
"Witcher, someone wants to see you later. Your sword was also forged by her."
Arwen Maoyan was slightly surprised.
The elf elder chuckled, "I can indeed recast your weapon, but time is tight. Four or five days is not enough time to polish it, and there is no good furnace here."
"The closest great casting place is Mahakam Mountains to the south."
Arwen squinted and came to an open space. In the center of the open space was a three-story fountain made of marble.
The rock walls are carved with exquisite patterns of flowers and birds.
The crisp chirping of birds was also heard all around.
Thick tangles of blackberry bushes and barberry bushes grew everywhere.
This is definitely a perfect place for birds to nest and forage.
Goldfinches chirped loudly, and scarlet finches and white-throated warblers chirped.
It is harmonious and peaceful. Every time you take a breath here, you feel like you are completely integrated into nature.
When my nose twitches, in addition to the earthy fragrance, there is also the faint smell of white roses.
The elf elder walked to the ancient fountain, took out the magic potion from his arms, and dripped it into the spring water.
Under Arwen's perception, the water surface was no longer clear, and green mist appeared. The diffuse mist quickly condensed together, giving off a mirror-like luster.
A tall figure stood by the pool.
She wore an elegant silver-gray robe, and her long dark blue hair fell like a waterfall.
She raised her eyes slightly, and her blue eyes were like the clear sky, making the surrounding forest a little brighter.
The curvature of her facial features is so perfect that it makes people Suffocation even feel a little shuddering.
Her hands are folded on her lower abdomen, and her noble and elegant temperament makes it difficult to take your eyes away.
Next to her, squatting were two ocelots with soft fur, purring deeply and looking fiercely in their eyes.
Especially when they saw the demon hunter's cat eyes, they seemed to have seen an enemy and raised their fangs.
Arwen frowned slightly and took half a step back.
A legendary name has appeared in his mind.
Francesca·Finda Bay, Daisy of the Valleys, the most beautiful woman in the world.
At the same time, she is also a legendary elf sorceress.
Is one of the five members of the Brotherhood of Sorcerers Core Talent and Skills Association.
Its strength is not much weaker than Tissaia.
When facing such a woman, no matter how delicate or beautiful she looks, you must be wary.
The other party became the Elf Queen in the future Civil War.
Although this was the charity of Emperor Nilfgaard, the elves have declined and it is not easy to have this peaceful place.
Even then, it still became a principality, and it became the same female Earl as Toussaint.
If such a woman is not careful, she really doesn't even know how she will die.
Francesca was also stunned for a moment when he saw Arwen's behavior.
Over the years, few men have seen her figure without lust in their eyes.
Her voice is ethereal and crisp, and her posture is calm.
"When we meet for the first time, Demon Hunter, you can also call me Enid Ann Galina, or Francesca Findaby."
Arwen put his right hand on his chest, nodded slightly, and performed a standard noble etiquette.
"Salute to you, Ms. Francesca."
"You are really different from other demon hunters," Francesca looked at Arwen, "When I found out that you were Kaedwen's baron, I was still wondering if that glorious King Miodrag had become senile and comatose."
"When I see you, you are indeed different."
She did not dwell too much on this topic, but raised her white palms and brushed the water beneath her.
The calm pool water first bubbled up, and then was pushed away like jelly.
A huge black sword slowly emerged from the bottom of the water.
"Arwen Baron, you rescued the elf child from that crazy wizard."
"Elves never owe favors. This sword was forged by me myself and reshaped from the molten fire of the earth's core."
"Take it and see if it fits."
Arwen stepped forward, eyes slightly lowered.
The giant sword originally made of meteorite iron had undergone a transformation at this moment. The sword body showed a deep and dark black color, and the spine of the sword was still shining with starlight.
It's the Starfall steel of the dwarf's two-handed axe.
Stretch out your right hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and hold it lightly.
[Blade Perception] sent a message.
[School of the Wolf Witcher Greatsword: Kyle·Mohan Bernjof was forged from extraterrestrial meteorite iron, and was later forged by the elf Francesca·Findabei It is reforged with the molten fire of the earth's core and blended into Starfall steel. It is flawless, with a total length of fifty-six inches, a sword body of thirty-eight inches, and a weight of one hundred and twenty-five centimeters. The center of gravity is four inches in front of the guard, suitable for heavy chopping,
Sweeping action, with armor-piercing rune attached, damage caused increased by 20%]
Arwen took a deep breath, raised the giant sword, and as he breathed down, the star points on the spine of the sword danced, which were hidden elven runes.
The original feel has not been damaged, and its toughness and armor-piercing ability have been improved to a higher level.
The talents of the elves are most vividly demonstrated at this time.
Putting it into the scabbard, Arwen raised his head, "A very perfect weapon, thank you for your generosity."
"You deserve this," Francesca walked forward, looking through the water mist mirror, Arwen even smelled the delicious fragrance of flowers, "I came to see you, actually there is another reason----"