Chapter 730 The Tragic Farah

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In a hidden basement somewhere in Rogge's camp, there are countless glass bottles containing constantly churning colorful liquids or gases, connected by tiny tubes. Their complexity is like dozens of large and small gears in an expensive pocket watch.

As if connected together, it gives people a dazzling feeling of delicate and precise structure.

Especially the sign with the words "Fala's Exclusive Basement" hanging on the door of the basement makes this basement even more eerie, as if it will explode and collapse at any time.

"This is a new experimental base developed by the greatest wizard in history who is as powerful as the Monster King - we call him the Witch King Farah."

Farah, who was wearing a dirty mage robe and a disheveled face, was holding an empty bottle in his hand as a magic loudspeaker. He was singing a one-man show in a sultry manner. You could tell just from the strange smell emanating from his body.

This old man hasn't had a bath in several days.

"What's more important is that even Akara doesn't know here, and neither does that old fox. I don't know, hum~hem~"

He seemed to be very happy. After half-talking and half-singing, this guy was like a break-dancing stick, humming a weird little tune that made people feel like he was in the midst of a group of demons, twisting his waist and came to the door.

In front of the test bench.

"Of course, the most important thing is that my experiment is about to be completed."

From the test bench, he took out a glass tube containing a strange green-yellow liquid. Farah stood in front of the test bench, with his hands spread wide like a crazy leader, and his beard trembled and said loudly, here, in this laboratory

, in this precise kingdom made of glass, he is the king, he is the god, and he is the old glass.

"Wahahahahahaha!! It's about to come out, it's about to come out, this terrible experimental result."

Staring closely at the ends of the experimental equipment, there are two bottles containing one blue and one red liquid.

"It's terrible, it's terrible. I actually created such a terrible weapon. Maybe I will become a sinner in this world."

Farah, who had been completely immersed in his own world, suddenly stopped laughing and raised his head, showing a look of compassion.

"However, in order to deal with my old enemy and protect this dark continent, I will not hesitate to become a sinner for the ages."

Moving to the two bottles at the end, Farah gently pinched the first blue bottle with a solemn expression, as if he was holding a g-virus that could destroy the world.

"This potion..."

Farah shook the bottle, swallowed cautiously, and even flipped through an ancient book next to him with a complicated magic circle engraved on the cover, before exhaling with certainty.

"As long as you drink a little bit, all the hair on your body, including beard and hair, will be stripped off within three seconds. Uh-haha, uh-hahahahaha-!!"

Just like the mad scientist who plays the role of the villain in the movie, Farah finished speaking with a gloomy look, then covered his forehead, raised his upper body and laughed crazily.

There was a crisp "click" sound, causing the strange whispers all over the laboratory to stop in shock. Farah grinned and covered the source of the sound - his waist that was bent due to leaning at too high an angle, and struggled to put the potion.

Returning to his original position, the corners of his mouth kept twitching, and he let out a creepy laugh mixed with pain.

"Hehe, hehehe, phew, my waist, hehe~, hum, old man Mu, I'll make you proud, I'll let you swing that disgusting white beard in front of me again in the future, as long as you

Add this to the tea, drink a little bit of this... Hehehe!! And the old drunkard woman, don't even think about how dazzling her hair is as if it was stained with dog blood. I am here to eliminate harm for the people.

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As he said that, Farah made a severe beheading gesture.

"I will turn you all into bald heads!!"

As if imagining the embarrassment of the old drunkard and old man Mu with nothing left, Farah laughed again.

"And this bottle."

Taking off another bottle of red liquid, Farah showed a solemn expression again.

"There is only a thin line between life and death. This sentence is indeed correct. I didn't expect that in the same experiment, just by making a few small changes, two potions with completely opposite effects could be obtained. The ocean of magic is so profound.

, I was just picking up shells on the beach."

Looking up and sighing, Farah started dancing.

"That's right, this bottle of potion is completely opposite to the one just now. Just rub a little bit on your chin and head, and you can grow enviable, thick, black hair."

After finishing speaking, Farah gently shook his sparse hair head, as if a head of flowing and thick long hair really grew on it.

"Of course, it is not only effective for humans, but also for other animals. If the two agents are used together, the herdsmen can harvest several times more wool and live a better life."

Putting the bottle back, Farah came to the test stand again and picked up the test tube containing the strange green-yellow liquid that he had just shown.

"Now, there is only one last step left."

Moving to the experimental equipment, Farah carefully estimated the weight, poured the greenish-yellow liquid inside into the mouth of the bottle, and at that moment, activated the magic circle on the stage.

Under the light of that dreamy magic, the liquid followed the tube to the first bottle, mixed with the liquid inside, and the inside of the bottle suddenly expanded. The expanded and overflowing liquid continued along the connecting tube to the next bottle containing black gas.

Transfer, turning the black gas into green gas, and the boiling green gas moves again along the two connecting pipes to the other two points, and so on.

It can be imagined that no matter how complicated the countless processes are, after going through one process after another, the final compound will be poured into the last two bottles, one blue and one red, under the mutation of the magic circle to form the final product.

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The experiment is about to enter its final and climax stage. The entire laboratory is vibrating under the energy of the magic circle, but Farah seems to be unknown. His focused eyes are still staring at the tumbling experimental equipment.

He was muttering something to himself, writing quickly with his hands, recording strings of data on blank notes.

Finally, two metal droplets exuding a strange luster finally formed and slowly dripped into the two bottles. The light of the magic array on the entire test bench suddenly became overwhelming. Farah's eyes were fixed on the dripping liquid.

When the trajectory fell into the red and blue liquid in the bottle and came into contact with each other, I finally couldn't help but raise my hands and cheer loudly.

"Finish……"

"boom------!!"

At a certain location in the Mage Guild, the ground suddenly trembled violently. The next moment, a fire tornado composed of wind and fire broke out of the ground and soared into the sky with fierce power.

The mages on the distant mage tower looked at this scene and shook their heads. They continued to focus on the research at hand, as if they were accustomed to this situation.

After the explosion, the original secret basement had turned into a huge charred mud pit. In the mud pit, there was a piece of black coal that looked like a human being. It kept raising its hands and cheering for long live. For a long time, it spat out a mouthful of black coal.

The black smoke slowly fell down.

A gust of cool breeze blew by, two gusts of cool breeze blew by...

After who knows how many gusts of cool wind blew, the piece of black coal finally stood up again, shook the dirt on his robe, and touched his black face, and found that several of his beards were scorched.

After that, the muscles on the old face couldn't help but twitch with distress.

He slowly climbed up from the pit. There were several Rogge soldiers above him who were staring at him with smiles. He thought to himself that what Mr. Akara said was indeed true. There was no need to go out to find Elder Farah. If there was an explosion somewhere, just go there.

You'll be sure to catch it if you go.

"Lord Farah, Sir Akara sent an order to inform Lord Farah that if the experiment at hand has come to an end, should he return to the Mage Tower and complete the remaining serious research in peace and quiet?"

One of the leading soldiers bowed respectfully and conveyed Akara's words.

"Hey, I will definitely not explode next time."

Farah muttered in a low voice, and like a prisoner caught by the police, he walked obediently towards the Mage Tower under the escort of several soldiers.

Suddenly, Farah's whole body shivered. He raised his head tremblingly and looked at the sky in the distance of Kurast. He twirled his beard inexplicably, as if he didn't know who claimed to be the greatest magician in history.

I am now facing the most serious image crisis in history.

The vision returned to the square of the Elf King City. At this time, these simple elves were falling into a strange state of mind.

It is really great that Her Royal Highness the Queen can marry that druid Wu Fan.

The abnormal behavior of Farah projected in the memory crystal seriously impacted the brains and sanity of these poor elves. They almost subconsciously thought that maybe their Queen was already married to the best and most normal person in the alliance.

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Human beings are really terrible.

Recalling the scene I just saw, these long ears of self-proclaimed artists gave rise to a deep sense of awe.

If someone can take something to the extreme of being perverted and disgusting, then it can be called an art.

"..."

Although these two guys seem to have done me a big favor, no, after all, their real purpose is to drive their common enemy Farah into the abyss. Helping me is just casual. It cannot be wrong, that

The discordant voices that pop up from time to time must also be arranged by these two people. In order for the situation to proceed according to their planned script, they are lying in ambush within the enemy to play negative roles.

However, this is a typical example of what is called picking up sesame seeds and throwing away watermelons. Although the two people feel good about themselves and think that they have done a good thing for the alliance, in the process, the alliance has fallen into a more terrifying crisis of trust.

, Kane and Akara still have to wipe their butts for them.

Just when I thought of Kane, I heard Kane's roar coming from the distance.

Then I saw a tank pass through my eyes.

That's right, to describe it as a game nerd, it's the power of the little tank in a group of four people. After a "woo~~" horn, it sprinted in a straight line with unparalleled power, knocking someone off.

The poor guy who was hit first grabbed hold of him tightly, and then knocked up the other poor guys in a straight line.

The old drunkard was the first poor guy, and Mu Lao Donggua was the other poor guy. Oh, he flew up. Mu Lao Donggua, who was as strong as a tree stump, was actually hit high and flew up.

Covering my forehead with my hands, I followed the parabolic trajectory of a short figure with my astonished eyes - flying more than ten meters into the air, and then fell to the ground like a pile of lint, rolling several times, and then...

Moved.

Dual control and perfect instant kill!!!!

It is unimaginable that the thin Kane can still have such strong strength. Looking at this energy, I am afraid that there will be no problem for this old man to live for another hundred years. This is the common thought in everyone's mind after seeing this scene.

etc!!

Suddenly something occurred to me, and I quickly chased after Kane's sprinting figure.
To be continued...