The necromancy boss who sat next to him during the meeting actually helped him. He made a request on the first day, and on the third night, he was given a lot of various molds. There were molds growing in the corners and under the eaves.
Raw, forgotten mops, moldy rags, uneaten melons, forgotten bread in the drawer...
Green, green, blue, half blue but not green, half green but not green...
With such a large number of various molds, penicillin can definitely be cultivated!
Gretel didn't even wait until the dinner was over. After listening to the band playing one, two, three, four and five songs, and seeing the big guys leaving one after another, he hurriedly slipped out. After sitting in the carriage, he had time to fill his stomach: a piece of left hand
Fish steak, a piece of meat pie on the right hand, nibble, nibble, nibble, nibble...
All the way back to the laboratory, the surroundings were completely silent, and there was no light in the nearby houses. Bernard was also asleep, and when he saw Grete opening the door and coming in, he opened his eyes, then turned over and continued to sleep.
Gretel didn't even bother to lift him up. He put on protective clothing and opened the airlock layer by layer to go in, preparing to put the mold back into the red zone first. Make a culture medium, put the bacteria in, and then put the mold in. This is a job.
The baby is too big and can't be finished in a short while. The task tonight is to put the mold in...
The chain turned. The airlock opened. The mechanism made a creaking sound. Marcus Breno, who was in front of the iron cabinet, suddenly turned around and tightened his grip on the dagger.
——Someone came in.
Want to hide?
Do you want to use shadow jump to temporarily leave here, wait for the other party to exit, and then come back to search?
Or - simply stop doing nothing, rush out, kidnap the visitor, and torture the treasure?
Marcus listened with bated breath.
The singing outside the room was getting closer and closer. In the sound of his own heartbeat, it seemed so brisk and carefree. What a good luck, Marcus thought, that little mage didn't seem to be defensive at all.
…
And he didn’t bring any barbarian followers. Marcus carefully identified that in the huge room, there were only the footsteps and singing of the little mage. He had confirmed with his own eyes in the restaurant a few days ago that the little mage was only level three, so
That is to say, as long as you act quickly enough and are lucky enough, you can restrain the barbarians before alerting them——
Then, the entire Dragon Secret Treasure will be opened to you.
Marcus jumped up silently. His hands and feet were spread out, hanging upside down from the ceiling, motionless.
The Spider Walking Technique allows people like them who walk in the dark night to move on the walls and ceilings like spiders. If the little mage walks into the treasure room, then as long as he is caught by surprise the moment he enters the door,
Throwing himself down...
He waited patiently, like a spider with a big web open, waiting for its prey to arrive. Outside the room, the footsteps of the little mage were still approaching, one step, two steps... Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps, followed closely by the little mage.
The sound of surprise:
"Huh?"
What's wrong?
What did he find?
Marcus' heart tightened slightly. Along the way, he touched items and left footprints... No, he didn't touch anything. The floor was smooth and there were no footprints left. Every door was closed carefully.
, the curtain outside the door...the curtain...
He did close the curtain, but it might not be restored to exactly the same shape! Even a little wrinkle or unevenness might be noticed by the little mage outside!
Can't wait any longer!
Marcus jumped down and rushed out with a bang. The cold light of the dagger flashed, and the sharp tip reflected a monster wearing indecipherable clothes and a long beak on its head.
Gretel suddenly stood still. One hand reached for his pocket and held a tube of potassium permanganate. The palm of the other hand stretched forward, making a gesture of casting a spell.
Marcus immediately stopped. Dragon Breath Technique! That little mage's Dragon Breath Technique, the Dragon Breath Technique that once swallowed up a ninth-level knight, is coming!
But this time he came prepared. The thief took out a talisman and held it hard. The red light silently rose up, forming a translucent barrier to protect him firmly.
Humph, this is the flame shield given by the referee, you didn’t expect it! This shield can absorb fire magic, enough to withstand one or even two dragon breath spells! You are just a third-level mage without your trump card.
, let’s see what other tricks you have!
However, no flames spurted out from Gretel's palm. On the contrary, he closed the five fingers of his right hand and turned them into a cone shape, and stabbed the thief hard. The firelight on the barrier rippled slightly, and Marcus' head felt dizzy, and he felt his ears buzzing.
, like a blow to the front.
Gretel had no intention of using the Dragon Breath Hand.
What a joke, this room is full of bacteria he cultivated. If a white fire is swept over, half of the glass petri dish will explode! All his hard work for so many days will be ruined!
If there's going to be a fight, at least let him retreat to the anatomy room! There's an open space there!
So Grete released another spell. When he advanced to the second level mage, he changed the ultrasonic attack from the [B-ultrasound magic] engraved in the meditation environment.
Colorless, invisible, and silent - as long as the power of the ultrasonic wave is strong enough and the output point is precise enough, this attack magic will explode your eyes and burn your heart!
Have you ever heard of Haifu Dao?
This is a large one!
Of course, Gretel couldn't achieve high enough focusing accuracy, such as being able to hit the eyeballs of moving targets at a distance of four or five meters. So he adopted a headshot strategy: simply enlarge the circle where the ultrasonic waves were focused to cover the human face.
So big, and then try to increase the power, increase the power, increase the power...
The flame shield had no reaction to the ultrasonic strike. Gretel's blow was not wasted at all, it hit Marcus in the face.
The thief's head was thrown back after being hit. Without the physical strength brought by the high-level physics profession, he would have fainted and died on the spot. Even so, Marcus wiped his ears and nose and wiped the blood on his hand.
What's this……
What's this!
Gretel still stretched out his hand and aimed at him, stepped back, and retreated step by step. Marcus gritted his teeth, lowered his body, and started running forward. Folding left, folding right, throwing himself on the ground, jumping up...
With several quick false moves in succession, Gretel was dazzled and immediately lost sight of the enemy in his field of vision. He accelerated his steps and retreated continuously, but a strong force suddenly came from directly in front of him, causing him to fall backward——
"MD!"
Agility is really no good compared to combat professions! If you can't keep the distance and kite the opponent, that's death!
Grete fell to the ground and cursed secretly. Opposite him, Marcus Breno simply cursed:
“#$%&*……”
What does this little mage have on him? The knife just struck him, and the strange robe didn't even touch it!
Grete: "..." Why do you think I can't open a shield! When fighting a mage, you should first give yourself a bunch of defense, mage armor, shield, and three consecutive rounds to increase resistance. This is the basic thing, okay?
The knife just now only took away my shield technique!
Gretel rolled on the spot and shrank into the corner. Just as he was about to put up the shield again, his pupils suddenly shrank:
The enemy dressed in black and masked with a black scarf did not pounce again. Instead, he waved his hand and swept away seven or eight petri dishes and threw them at him!
"don't want----"
Grete screamed. There are bacteria in this! There are bacteria!
It's the various pathogenic bacteria he cultivated! In this house alone, half of the list of infectious diseases of Category A and Category B can be collected!
This can be smashed casually!!!
Gretel temporarily canceled the shielding technique. He clenched the potassium permanganate with his left hand, stretched his right palm flat, and the blazing white fire suddenly spurted out and swept across the front!
Bang bang bang bang bang!
The vessel exploded, glass flew everywhere, and agar, bacteria and spores turned to ashes silently.
Grete had deliberately controlled the range of the spell so as not to sweep onto the shelf next to him. However, at that moment, more petri dishes flew up, and the entire wall of shelves was picked up by the thief and smashed towards him!
MD!
Do you still want to live?
I'm wearing a protective suit and using a bubble technique, and you have nothing but a face towel! I'm still smashing you! I'm going to hit you like crazy!
Gretel was furious. He could have activated the teleportation spell to escape immediately, but he couldn't care less at this time. He just wanted to capture the enemy quickly. He cast another shield spell on himself, knelt down on one knee, and took off his gloves.
The fingertips are exposed in the air, stretched out, holding a ray of breeze:
"Give birth——"
In this room, all the bacteria and spores that are already floating in the air and floating freely are given to me——
Breed!
accelerate!
Grow!
All the culture medium that is spilled is your nourishment!
Clean it up later! There is plenty of white fire! There is also plenty of disinfectant! I will kill you first and then I will finish!
The misty green light flourished for a moment. Gretel cast the spell with all his strength in anger, sweeping the air, sweeping the water on the ground, and sweeping the enemy's body wrapped in black. On the clothes, on the dagger, and even on the thief's face scarf,
Cluster after cluster, little spots of mildew soon appeared.
Marcus was stunned.
As a night watchman of the Glorious Holy See, he had also seen similar evil spells, and even killed one with his own hands - when he cut his throat with a sharp blade, the evil priest was kneeling on his knees to spawn a green wheat seedling.
But there isn't a single plant in this room, not even the slightest green thing. What is the other party doing? Does he want to spawn something to deal with me?!
Before he could finish the thought, his chest suddenly felt itchy, followed by severe pain. Marcus bent down subconsciously, covered his mouth and coughed violently for a while. He let go of his hand, looked down, and saw that his palm was full of blood.
What kind of evil spell is this? Is it the disease spell? Is this little mage a necromancer?
We need to kill him quickly. If we don't kill him, we won't be able to get out alive today...
Marcus rushed forward suddenly.
The black light of the dagger flourished, and all his own strength and the constant magic of the dagger were fully activated, and he wiped it towards Gretel's throat. This knife had no reservations, and the effect was amazing. The shield spell and the mage's armor cracked silently.
, the thick leather protective clothing cut a hole, and the sharp dagger continued to penetrate——
"boom!"
Marcus' whole body bounced outward. In front of Gretel, the force field shield popped up silently, firmly protecting its owner.
Endless ink pen.
The master has constant mage armor, and when the armor is broken, the [Force Field Shield] is automatically triggered.
Inside the shield, Gretel looked horrified, glanced at him from afar, and touched the broken shield on the throat of the protective suit.
Then, without hesitation, he activated the teleportation technique, and the light flashed and disappeared.