When the first enemy attack occurred, Gretel didn't feel much.
After all, he didn't even leave the room. Bernard just took a big bone stick and went out to take a look. He came back an hour later and told him that a big octopus had climbed onto the deck——
That morning, Grete also ate grilled octopus legs. Although the roasting temperature was not right and the sauce was a bit weird, he still missed it very much. The taste was a bit similar to the small barbecue restaurant 100 meters from the back door of the hospital.
Already...
During the second enemy attack, Gretel was walking on the deck. He threw a Burning Hand at the right moment and lit a murloc that rushed up into a fish candle. He didn't dare to throw the Dragon's Breath Hand for fear of being accidentally.
Even the deck was burned through.
Then, as a non-combatant, he was immediately kicked off the deck. This enemy attack yielded nothing, not even an octopus leg to chew on.
When the enemy attacked for the third time, Grete already felt that something was wrong. How could it be such a coincidence that there were three consecutive waves in less than 24 hours? The narwhal almost hit a hole in the bottom of the boat!
The captain found Archmage Serrano with a serious face. The two magicians sat down and muttered, started the magic array on the ship to scan the hull, and even put on diving magic for themselves, and swam to the bottom of the water to take a look. After returning to the ship,
Together they announced the reasons why ships were attacked one after another:
"It's [Fabouti's Curse]."
"What?"
Gretel looked up blankly.
The name Fabuti seems familiar... Yes, yesterday the old dwarf told a fairy tale and mentioned the demon god Fabuti, saying that after his death, his blood turned into a ferocious sea monster. But that is a myth! A myth.
Doesn't it mean that it does not exist in fact?
"Fabuti's curse is a special alchemical potion." Archmage Serrano said with a heavy face:
"To put it simply, it will be stained on the surface of the ship's hull, constantly attracting monsters in the sea to attack the hull. In the process, the blood shed by the monsters will further expand the attraction of [Fabouti's Curse] to the monsters."
This is very troublesome. Warcraft attacks the hull - is killed - attracts warcraft to attack - is killed again - an infinite cycle...
Grete hissed and took a breath of air. The captain then added:
"We found a large number of traces covered with a paste-like agent on the side of the ship in the dents made by the crossbow yesterday. Although the ointment has been scraped off just now, it will still take about seven days to remove the stained part on the hull. Preliminary
It is speculated that yesterday's whaling ship, in its last struggle, used a crossbow gun dipped in medicine to hit our ship out of revenge."
God knows what important people are on that ship! [Fabouti's Curse] is not a potion that can be made casually...
"What should we do?" Vigeland, the braided dwarf, shouted loudly. Most of the dwarves are warriors. Even if there are a few priests, they lack the ability to fly. They have to be attacked by sea beasts for seven days...
There is everything in the deep sea. If a powerful monster takes revenge, they themselves will not be spared and it will bring disaster to Master Talbot, which will be troublesome.
"Don't worry, everyone, the [Philosopher's Stone] is a powerful alchemy ship. We are confident to face various challenges..." The captain raised his voice. Before he finished speaking, the ship shook and everyone staggered -
A new wave of Warcraft attacks has begun!
“@#￥%……”
Gretel was once again driven off the deck. This time the scale of the battle was larger than at noon and lasted for nearly two hours. After the battle, Gretel could really see that the captain's face was much more solemn than at noon.
Gretel thought for a while, then quietly found Archmage Serrano and asked him about the [Curse of Farbuti]. The Archmage shook his head in embarrassment:
"This alchemy potion is quite rare, and it is difficult to remove it once it is infected. We did not bring several key materials for the antidote this time. In fact, there is another way, that is, we do not have the conditions now..."
"What method?"
"Sunshine. Drive the ship to the dock and let the hull shine in the sun. It only takes one day and one night at most, and [Fabouti's Curse] will be completely ineffective."
"Only sunlight? Can't other lights work?"
"No...we've all tried..."
In magic, there are quite a lot of magic that can summon light, from level 0 flash spell to level 7 radiant condemnation and brilliant halo, enough to write a book. However, the results of the previous experiments by the parliament are that these magics are basically
None of them have an effect on [Fabuti's Curse].
Even so, the magicians on the ship have tried it one after another. The test results are that only a few point-to-point rays can decompose the medicine. And the decomposition speed cannot even catch up with the next Warcraft attack.
The negative impact caused by blood staining the hull of the ship.
And you have to count on the sun... It's already dark now. Even if the magicians can find a piece of land and cast a spell to lift the alchemy ship to the land, it will take a whole night.
Gretel lowered his head and thought. Sunlight must be used instead of light summoned by magic. Perhaps it is because the type of light waves is wrong?
"Your Majesty the Archmage, I have an idea, maybe you can try it?"
Gretel has used a variety of light magic, such as flash magic, stored light, radiant gaze, etc. to conduct prism experiments, but did not decompose ultraviolet light - that is to say, it has no killing effect on bacteria. In other words, if
Creating a large amount of ultraviolet rays in seawater may accelerate the decomposition of chemicals?
He took out things one by one from the space bag. Wires, hand-operated generators, mercury arc rectifiers... they were all assembled together. Archmage Serrano frowned as he watched:
"How can it be so troublesome? Leave it to me!"
He reached out and pointed, and a stream of seawater flew up into the air and fell into the large wooden barrel dragged by the sailor. He connected the mercury arc rectifier to the wires, immersed it in the barrel, and placed both ends outside the barrel. The Archmage closed his eyes slightly, and in an instant, a bright white stream appeared.
The arc falls on the wire and penetrates directly into the rectifier.
A faint blue light quickly flickered in the bucket.
This...this is also okay?
You are the great mage of the transformation system. With this move, I thought you were of the plasticity system!
Gretel was surprised. Archmage Serrano ignored him, stepped to the edge of the bucket, turned over his hand, and quickly poured a few drops of the potion down. Before he could continue, a magician next to him quickly cast a light spell,
Then he shouted:
"It works! The curse is lifted!"
Everyone on the ship was overjoyed. Archmage Serrano raised his gaze, his sharp eyes almost poking two holes in Gretel:
"How much...do you have left? Bring it here!"
"This is a mercury arc rectifier. I only have one." Gretel answered honestly. When the Archmage said "Hey", he quickly added:
"This thing is easy to make! Just put mercury into a very transparent glass bottle, insert a graphite rod, and vacuum!" As for the problem of wires, wire insulation, and power generation, you can figure it out on your own...
…
The Archmage said nothing and patted the space bag. The next moment, bright white mercury flew out like a long dragon. On the other side, glass flew up one after another, automatically melting, solidifying, and shaping...
Not long after, two rows of blue faint lights lit up on both sides of the ship's side.