() Master Shan also showed a lack of interest on his face, and asked doubtfully: "Are there no other death row prisoners? There is simply no way to produce the low-level mana potions you need here."

After hearing this, the mage frowned slightly and said hesitantly: "There are no more prisoners on death row, but..." After saying this, the mage's eyes narrowed slightly and he stopped talking.

The half-demon warrior thought for a moment and agreed: "If it doesn't work out, just ask Lord Camus and let him make an idea."

After hearing this, the mage frowned and pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement and asked a soldier to inform Lord Camus.

Shan Ye was bored, so he asked a soldier to accompany him to see his old friend's broken leg. Several of them were already familiar with Shan Ye, and it was not easy to fuss over such a trivial matter.

The mage followed not far away and warned: "Don't say too much. It will be difficult for us to do anything if someone finds out."

Mr. Shan nodded gratefully and walked quickly to the last death cell.

The broken leg was still sitting on the log with a badly rotted bottom, and his eyes were dazed. When he saw Shan Ye, his dim eyes suddenly lit up, he dug his claws on the ground, and quickly slid to Shan Ye.

"Yes, he's still alive." His eyes glanced at Shan Ye's scarlet cloak, and he picked up a struggling juicy cockroach from the sewage with his broken leg and chewed it.

The half-demon warrior next to him frowned in disgust and told Mr. Shan to hurry up, turn around and walk away to keep the dirty air away from him.

After licking off the brown body fluid from the corner of his mouth, Broken Leg chatted affectionately with Mr. Shan. After a while, the half-demon warrior came over to urge him.

Shan Ye had no choice but to ask the half-demon warrior to bring some food to the death row of Broken Legs to express his feelings. Amidst the cheers of all the death row prisoners, Shan Ye left here.

Camus extinguished a black soul lamp for experiment, and his khaki gemstone eyes emitted a faint fluorescence in the completely dark laboratory. Frowning slightly, Camus held a glass of cold Purple King Peak honey water, which was tasteless.

sipping.

Since he has taken refuge with the eldest prince, Camus must put the interests of the eldest prince first. Eliminating the obstacles to his accession to the throne and completely controlling the half-demon empire has become something Camus has been considering in recent days.

"We can't stay out of it, so we can only maximize our interests." Gem's eyes turned slightly, and there was an inexplicable light shining in his khaki pupils.

"Tuk-du" knocked on the door cautiously, interrupting Camus's meditation. He was not angry and dared to interrupt his experiment. Apart from the eldest prince, there were only true confidants. It was not a very important matter. He would not and did not dare to come.

Disturb yourself.

Nodding in agreement to use the half-demon to explode things, Camus continued the experiment just now.

Half an hour later, Camus was holding a gray heart in his hand, his expression was sharp, and the earthy yellow halo in his gemstone eyes almost overflowed from his eye sockets.

This is what Shan Ye discovered when he was slaughtering the half-demon prisoners. This kind of gray heart has never appeared before. Shan Ye also said that he did not know the source of this thing.

A trace of ferociousness flashed across Camus' old wrinkled face, and he immediately calmed down.

According to Camus's personality, Shan Ye has long been dissected, or at least subjected to mind control magic or soul contract.

But just like Shan Ye's uncontrollable magic, no one can guarantee that Shan Ye, who has lost his mind, can still explode these precious items.

The risk of gambling was too great, and Camus couldn't bear it. But he always had a vague feeling that Shanye didn't know anything as he seemed.

.....

The sharp sickle pierced the neck of a low-level half-demon, and the neck bone rubbed against the sickle, causing a slight obstruction. Shan Ye flicked his wrist, pulled the sickle, and his head flew up.

"Ding! Kill a humanoid creature and gain 33 experience points!"

"Ding! Obtained the mission item, a dirty heart, quality 2"

After calming down from the excitement of discovering the mission item just now, Master Shan's expressionless face gradually showed a hint of irritation.

There was really nothing to gain by killing the prisoners on death row, so Camus and the others decided to target the half-demon prisoners.

There is no death row for half-demons. Even if they commit serious crimes, they will serve as frontline cannon fodder. Even if they die, they will still contribute to the rise of half-demons.

But there are exceptions to everything.

Recently, the drow coalition's offensive has become more and more fierce, and they have captured a half-demon village.

There are not many people in the village, but this kind of loss is something that the half-demon cannot bear.

The drow seemed to be crazy, sparing no resources and manpower in their crazy attacks, which finally made the half-demon realize that this time the drow was no longer just messing around, but was actually going to war.

In a subsequent encounter, Shanye's mana potion suddenly appeared on the battlefield, bursting out with brilliant light and sending more than a dozen Rose Priests back to the Kingdom of God.

Healing potion, mana potion, strength potion, speed potion, invisibility potion....

Various potions began to exert their power, catching the drow coalition unprepared.

Of course, the most outstanding thing is the magic potion.

Mages are always powerful, but they are also fragile. A bottle of inferior mana potion can kill a mage.

So when a very stable potion that can be used by all mages and quickly restores mana appears on the battlefield, the balance of war begins to tilt towards the half-demon side.

The drow have divine magic, the gray dwarves have natural magic, and even the cavemen have a few crappy mages.

But when the half-demon mage bombarded like a fort, not caring about the mana consumption and the quality of the medicine, that terrifying fort-style attack completely destroyed the confidence of the coalition forces.

.....

A luxurious, tall, and spacious green rattan tent with a slight fluorescent glow, standing in the middle of the densely packed coalition tents, looked very majestic and powerful.

The century-old green vine can effectively protect against magic detection and physical attacks. Only the drow family with profound knowledge are willing to turn it into a tent.

On the vivid green rattan tent, dark green body fluid flows in the tangled rattan, accompanied by a large number of shimmering objects, making the tent look noble and elegant, like a fine work of art.

A gray dwarf withdrew his gaze from the green vine that looked like a work of art, followed the patrol team, and quickly left this land of right and wrong.

Because of the screaming curses in the tent, the precious green vine tent almost flew away.

Wearing lizard leather armor engraved with magic patterns, it is delicate and close to the smooth skin. The plump and elastic thighs shine with a delicate luster like black pearls.

The waist is too slender to be held tightly, and the two plump balls that almost burst out of the clothes are always attracting the attention of several people of the opposite sex next to her.

The collarbone is gracefully curved and the neck is tight, revealing a mature and beautiful face.

No one could imagine that there was a long soft and smooth tongue in that pink and moist mouth. Several coalition generals who had been served by it felt a burning sensation in their crotches just by looking at that small mouth.
Chapter completed!