According to Amenar, the Pot of Plague is a special existence between the undead creatures and the alchemy structure..

Since its alchemy structure is not very stable, when creating the Plague Pot, some soul energy of the undead was specially added as control, and corpses and metals were used to provide as tight protection as possible for these precise core components, so that most attacks could not harm the Plague Pot.

Similarly, when someone tries to dismantle the plague pot to prevent it from running, the alchemy program placed inside will rush, turning the plague pot into a powerful bomb in just a few seconds and smashing all creatures that dare to be around it.

As for why Lu De and others were not so unlucky that they turned into fertilizer in the ground...

"This plague pot was not neglected to maintain, but was simply abandoned. The cost of making this thing is not as cheap as I imagined. At least when I was still in the Scourge, the plague pot's defense force could not be the only one of the most trashy skeletons and ghouls."

After thoroughly checking the remains of the Plague Cook, Yamenar gave this conclusion.

"If you want to extinguish the other plague pots, I can help. I still have some attainments in alchemy - at least much better than your so-called alchemist masters!"

It can be seen how despised Amenar despised the so-called alchemist title.

This is not difficult to understand.

Compared with the various reagent allocation capabilities of NPCs, the alchemy formula mastered by players can only be described as lackluster. In addition to the alchemy stone, the alchemy profession has basically become a dedicated herbal processing machine...mostly it is the free one!

"Well, let me see if I can find some useful materials here..."

As a lich, Amenar does not have to be afraid of the plague. He can also ignore the skeletons walking around nearby and enjoy the plague pot that has turned into two halves.

"Hey, what's going on with this lich? It's not a good idea to cooperate with the Scourge... Think about the members of the Curse Sect, who can only live in the shadows until now, or come to find someone like Sorison who has been burned out of his mind for shameless cooperation."

When Lu De packed up his package, a really red voice rang in his ears.

"Do you suspect Yamenar is using me?"

"There is this possibility. I think it's better to be vigilant and guarded enough before he's not clear about his purpose-"

"But I am also a Death Knight. Didn't you choose me to cooperate with me? Since there is a Death Knight who can read power, it is not surprising that a Lich who has read power, isn't it?"

What made Lu De curious was that at that time, in the Black Stone Abyss, the one who took the initiative to sign the contract seemed to be Zhenhong instead of himself... The so-called Black Stone Sage seemed to have a subtle logical error?

"Don't think it's wrong. I just don't want my servant to lose his life at the beginning."

Zhenhong, who suddenly stood up from Lu De's shoulder, kicked him several times.

However, in terms of strength, it seems that her output is more in line with her figure than the general level of a dwarf.

———

"Leave this thing to me."

After clearing out the same lack of skeleton guards in Gayron Farm on the west side of the Fierstone Farm, Yamenal volunteered to go to the plague pot in the center of the venue.

"You won't turn it into a plague bomb?"

Lu De's mind saw a tragic scene of purple-black spherical objects flying all over the sky in the lich's hands, which made some eyes blow away.

"I wouldn't choose such a romantic approach... Have you heard of the ratings of the mage?"

"A title level like apprentice, senior mage, and ** master?"

Lu De's tone was a little uncertain.

After all, there is no such thing as a class level among players. Although the official propaganda is to reflect the growth surname of players, in the eyes of others, this is also a disguised fact that players cannot receive respectful titles.

For example, some NPCs in the Demacia City Mage Tower, although their level is only 45, the name of the other person is hanged in front of their names as high-level mages!

As for the players?

Well, if it is a little more vicious, it is possible to interpret the official statement as all players are magic apprentices!

It is obvious that the Lich's answer to Lu De is not considered satisfactory.

"A real mage will not simply pursue magical destructive power like a magician. In our mage's view, only apprentices who are not familiar with the nature of power will do that kind of childlike behavior."

While explaining, Yamenal sighed.

"A reasonable mage should use the minimum consumption to complete his responsibilities at the right time, rather than messing up the entire ground like a villain - now they are so extravagant that they sing a blizzard when facing two enemies. I really don't know what those people who consume their mana will look like if there are enemies that suddenly appear. To be honest, the most suitable person for such people is not the mage at all!"

As a lich who is extremely proficient in frost magic, when he sees the player's method of venting his magic power without any scruples, he probably feels more and more tired.

Is this considered the difference between an NPC version of literary and artistic wizard, ordinary wizard and that wizard?

"The essence of alchemy is extraction, purification, mixing, and re-constituting."

Yamenal reached out and pointed the flame under the plague pot and sprinkled some unknown powder into it. "Although none of you practice this profession, this does not prevent you from gaining some basic understanding of it - it is also a very good experience for you to face alchemy creation in the future. Remember, the structure of the alchemy creation is quite stable before it is parsed, but once it is found, it will easily break like an improperly maintained skeleton."

With Amenar's movement, the flames below the plague pot turned from purple to green, from green to orange, and finally turned into a few pure white light balls that disappeared, and the substances in the pot also stopped boiling.

"How is it, it's not difficult, right?"

"Yamenar, have you not spoken to anyone for a long time?"

The lich's constant remarks reminded Lu De of some particularly poor-mouthed guys.

"Well……"

Yamenal's voice suddenly stopped and glared at him with resentment.

"Can you understand the day when only stinky, low-IQ wild boars are accompanied by? The razor highlands do not even have water sources, and the body cleaning can only freeze yourself into ice and then smash it... What a barbaric way, and the experimental materials there can only be described as scarcity, which is simply torture! Ah, by the way, how long has it been since I spoke well?"

"Since the beginning, you're basically saying whether it's okay? And I have to announce that if you don't want to be dismantled into a bone rack, it's better to go back to the Razor Heights or find somewhere to hide it!"

Lu De pointed to a touch of red in the distance.

"Oh, damn, can't you avoid things that are disappointing at this time?"

Yamenal's voice rose several times in an instant.

———

Faced with the torrent of the Blood Crusaders, it was basically a matter of asking for trouble to explain the problem about the lich - of course, it was the same in Lianmeng Camp, so Yamenar could only temporarily condescend to the dilapidated houses in Andorhal when Lu De returned to Bingfenggang to deliver the mission.

However, the Lich had no objection to this, and even claimed with interest that he had not enjoyed the fact that the house had been covered for decades.

In this regard, Lu De can only attribute it to people who have lived for too long and have a little abnormal head... For example, a living widow in a thousand years.

"You are so bold to destroy the pot of the plague? But at least this can prove your strength more clearly."

Ashram Varofest, the commander of Bingfenggang, opened his eyes wide and tried to find strange traces from Lu De, but failed to do so.

——Of course, it would be even better if he didn't mutter with a voice that Lu De could hear, no wonder he dared to provoke the marshal or something!

"By using a magical item called a signal torch, we can identify targets for the upcoming actions of the army. We believe that the Dead Natural Scourge is using Andorhal's sentinel towers as a means of controlling the army. The beacons must be placed at the door of each sentinel tower. The torch can only be used five times, so don't waste it!"

"How can this thing really work? And... I haven't seen enough attacking troops here."

No matter how you look at it in your hand, it doesn’t look like a well-made strange-shaped item, which makes Lu De feel very uneasy.

Besides, with the strength of a front camp, you want to attack Andorha, where the undead heavily commanded?

If the commander is not having a fever in his head, it can only be said that the official in charge of the approval of the Demacia City personnel has been implicitly ruled or has been in the brain!

"No, I actually want to say another thing..."

Varofez groped in his pocket.

A moment later, a bronze ring with brown marks was handed to Lu De.

"Hold this, this is the only relic left by poor Joseph. I hope he can return to his daughter, but he has become a monster who only knows flesh and blood... a damn disaster!"

After a few breaths, Varofez calmed down.

"Take it to Cromi, a weird mage who not only claims to be a historian, but also runs into Andorha - are all mages such strange people? But her power is indeed very powerful, and maybe she can help us find ways to get Joseph's rest."

"That... do you have any samples of the plague pot? I'm very interested in studying it!"

Lu De turned around and left.

Compared to Yamenal, the chemist Albion behind him seems to be more of an avid lover.

"Don't leave! Anything is OK, even clothes that are stained with liquid... Don't slap in the face!"

Albion, who was licking his face and chasing him hard behind him, was unfortunately hit by the double blow of rose fire and breath.
Chapter completed!