Chapter 730 The Tragedy Farah

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In the hidden basement somewhere in the Roger Camp, countless colorful glass bottles containing constantly churning or liquid or gas are connected by tiny tubes. The complexity is like dozens of gears of large and small in expensive pocket watches, giving people a dizzying sense of delicate structure.

Especially the sign with the words "Fara's Special Basement" hanging at the basement door adds a gloomy and terrifying feeling to the basement, as if it will explode and collapse at any time.

"This is the greatest wizard in history with the power of the monster and demon king - we call him the witch king Fara, a new experimental base developed."

Fara, wearing a dirty mage robe and a mud-faced face, grabbed an empty bottle mouth in her hand as a magic megaphone, and was singing a one-man show in a slutty manner. Just the strange smell emitted from his body, it can be judged that this old man hadn't taken a shower for several days.

"More importantly, even Akara doesn't know here, and the old fox doesn't know, don't know, hum~hum~"

It seemed very happy. After half-singing, this guy wanted to be a dry firewood dancing, humming a strange tune that made people feel like they were in a dance of demons, twisting his waist to 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 and yellow liquid. Fara stood in front of the test bench, and his hands were like a crazy leader, and his beard trembled loudly. Here, in this laboratory, in this precision kingdom of glass structure, he is the king, he is the god, and he is the old glass.

"Wow, hahahahahahaha!! It's coming out, it's coming out, this terrible experimental result."

Staring at the end of the experimental equipment, they were two bottles containing a blue and a red liquid.

"It's so terrible, so terrible. I've created such a terrible weapon. Maybe I'll become a sinner in this world."

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

"But, in order to deal with my old enemy and to defend this dark continent, I will do whatever I can to become a sinner for the ages."

Moving to the front of the two bottles at the end, Fara gently pinched the first blue bottle, with a serious expression, as if the one in his hand was a g virus that was enough to destroy the world.

"This potion..."

Fara swayed the bottle and swallowed cautiously. She even flipped through an ancient book with a complex magic array on the cover next to her, and then she let out a sure breath.

"Just drink a little bit, all the hairs in your body, including beard and hair, will be stripped naked within three seconds. Hahaha, Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!"

Just like the crazy scientist who plays the villain in the movie, Fara finished speaking with a gloomy expression, then covered her forehead and raised her upper body high and burst into laughter.

A crisp "click" sound made the strange low voices all over the laboratory stop in shock. Fara grinned and covered the source of the sound - his waist, which flashed because the angle of the tilt was too large, struggled to put the potion back to its original place, the corners of his mouth kept twitching, making a creepy laughter mixed with pain inside.

"Hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, my waist, hehe~, hehe, old man Mu, I will make you proud. I will let you swing the disgusting white beard in front of me in the future. Just add this to the tea and drink this little... Hehehe!! And the old woman who drunkard doesn't think about how dazzling her hair is like dyed with blood. I'm going to eliminate harm to the people."

As he said that, Farah made a beheading move.

"Change you all into big bald heads!"

As if imagining the old drunkard and old man Mu were bare and embarrassed, Fara laughed again.

"There is this bottle."

After removing another bottle of red liquid, Farah showed a solemn expression again.

"Life and death are only a line away. This sentence is indeed not wrong. I didn't expect that in the same experiment, just a little change, you can get two completely opposite potions. The ocean of magic is so profound. I'm just picking up shells on the beach."

He raised his head and sighed, and Fara started dancing.

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

After saying that, Fara gently shook his sparse hairy head, as if there was really a long and flowing hair growing on it.

"Of course, it is not only effective for humans, but also for other animals. If the two medicines are used together, it can allow those herders to harvest several times the wool they harvest and live a better life."

Putting the bottle back, Farah came to the test bench again and pinched the test tube he had just displayed with a weird green and yellow liquid.

"Now, it's only one last step away."

Moving to the experimental equipment, Fara carefully estimated the amount, poured the green and yellow liquid inside into the bottle, and at that moment, he activated the magic array on the stage at the same time.

Under the dreamy magic light, the liquid came to the first bottle along the tube and mixed with the liquid inside. The inside of the bottle suddenly expanded, and the expansion and overflowing liquid continued to transfer along the connecting tube to the next bottle containing black gas, turning the black gas into green gas, and the boiling green gas moved to the other two points along the two connecting tubes, repeating this way.

It can be imagined that no matter how complicated the countless processes are, after one after another, the final synthetic substance will be infused into the last two blue and red bottles under the variation of the magic array to form the final product.

The experiment is about to enter the final stage, and it is also the entire climax. The entire laboratory is vibrated under the energization of the magic array, but Farah seems to be unknown. Her eyes, concentrating on her eyes, still staring at the rolling experimental instruments, muttering something in her mouth, writing in her hand, recording strings of data on blank notes.

Finally, two metal droplets with strange luster finally formed and slowly dripped into the two bottles. The magic array light of the entire test bench also won. Fara's eyes were staring at the trajectory of the droplets. When it fell into the red and blue liquid in the bottle and contacted them, she finally couldn't help but raise her 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 a fierce power.

On the mage tower far away, the mages shook their heads as they watched this scene, and continued to focus on the research at hand, as if they were used to this situation.

After the explosion, the original secret basement had turned into a huge charred mud pit. Inside the mud pit, there was a piece of black charcoal that could be seen in front of him. He kept holding his hands high and cheering. After a long time, he vomited a mouthful of black smoke from his mouth and slowly fell down.

A cool breeze blew, two cool breezes blew...

After many cool breezes blew, the black charcoal finally stood up again, shook the soil on his robe, and touched his black face. After finding that a few more of his beard were scorched, the muscles on his old face couldn't help but feel distressed and twitched.

He slowly got up from the pit, and there were a few soldiers on it glaring at him with a smile, thinking to himself that what Lord Akara said was true. You don’t have to go to Elder Farah specifically. When an explosion occurs, you will be able to catch it as soon as you go there.

"Master Farah, Lord Akara sent an order to inform him that if the experiment at hand had come to an end, should I also go back to the Mage Tower and complete the remaining serious research quietly?"

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

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

Fara murmured in a low voice, like a prisoner caught by the police, dejectedly walked towards the mage tower under the escort of several soldiers.

Suddenly, Farah suddenly had a cold war all over her body. She raised her head tremblingly and looked at the sky in the distance of Kurast. He twisted his beard for no reason, as if he didn't know that he claimed to be the greatest magician in history, and now he is 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 trapped in a strange state of mind.

It's really great that His Highness the Queen can marry that druid Wu Fan.

Fara's perverted behavior projected from the memory crystal seriously impacted the brain and mind of these poor elves, and almost subconsciously thought that his Queen might be the best and most normal person in the alliance to marry.

Humans are so scary.

Recalling the scene I just saw, these long ears that claim to be artists all developed a deep sense of awe.

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

“…”

Although these two guys seemed to have helped me a lot, no, to the bottom of it, their real purpose was to destroy Fara, the two people's common rival, into the abyss. It was just casual to help me. It was impossible to make mistakes. The discordant voices that popped up from time to time must have been arranged by these two people, and the black-faced character who ambushed the enemy in order to make the situation follow the script they planned.

However, this is a typical example of picking up sesame seeds and throwing watermelons. Although the two of them feel good about themselves and think that they have done a good thing for the alliance, the process has caused the alliance to fall into a more terrifying crisis of trust, and Kane and Akara have to help them wipe their butts.

Just as I thought of Kane, I heard Kane's roar coming from afar.

Then, I saw a tank passing through my eyes.

That's right, the way to describe it as a game home is that the power of the small tank in the four-person group is to ask for the "beep" horn, and after a "wow~~" sprinting in a straight line with an unrivaled power, firmly grasping the first poor guy who was hit, and then knocking the other poor guys in a straight line up high.

The old drunkard was the first poor guy, while the old old Donggua Mu was the other poor guy. Oh, it flew up, and the old Donggua Mu, as strong as a tree stump, was actually knocked away high.

Covering my hands on my forehead, my breathtaking gaze followed a parabolic trajectory with a short figure - flying high into the air more than ten meters, and then fell to the ground like a pile of scattered thighs, rolling a few times, and not moving anymore.

Dual control and perfect instant kill!!!

It is hard to imagine that the thin Kane has such strong energy. Judging from this spirit, I am afraid that this old man will live for more than a hundred years. This is the common idea in everyone's heart after seeing this scene.

etc!!

Suddenly I thought of something, and I quickly chased Kane's figure.

Boy Wu, at the critical moment, you are the most loyal.

The old alcoholic who was still shaking with his neck with one hand and trembling in the wind like a leaf, found that I was catching up from behind and couldn't help but burst into tears. What is this called? This is called the horsepower of the road from afar, and it will be seen from time to time.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but stretch out her hand in front of her, grabbing her back, showing a look of help. The moment she opened her hand, the thing she was originally holding was immediately blown high in the strong wind.

My artifact ahhhhhh!!

A vicious dog suddenly pounced on his food, and at the critical moment, I caught the magic loudspeaker that was about to land. I breathed a sigh of relief, patted the dust on my body and stood up, turned around, and threw the old drunkard's angry and desperate gaze behind me.

The day after the incident, with repeated efforts from Kane and the senior leaders of the Elf clan, Kane finally retained his image in front of him. As for the reasons they used, on the one hand, vigorously publicize Fara's strength, and then display some Fara's research results to establish him as a knowledgeable and powerful mage. After this image is established, the rest is no longer important. The habit of the Dark Continent to respect the strong, as long as the power of hell is not defeated for a day, it will continue forever. As long as the excuse of "in a powerful organization, there will always be a strong man with a strange personality" and you can get through it.

I won't complain about this familiar setting.

However, what we didn't expect was that this time the old drunkards made these long-eared artists start to use their independent and imaginative minds, and then two new schools of artistic thought were born.

The first genre, to put it simply, is idealistic flow. Although he has the same opinion as another genre and gives disgusting and terrifying evaluations about Farah's perverted videos, he affirms Farah's scorching soul in pursuit of art (?), and believes that the attitude of pursuing art should be above the form of artistic expression.

Another school, on the contrary, is of course an aesthetic school. Their meaning is very simple. It is not your fault to be ugly, but it is not your fault to be scared.

The two genres have been arguing for hundreds of years. Of course, their descendants have never admitted that their genre was born because of a perverted old man.

This is just a small episode. The elves, known as the artistic race, have so many art schools, and there are probably tens of thousands of them, there are millions of large genres, and there are also unknown genres with only one person, such as surreal flow, natural flow, romantic flow, abstract flow, elegance flow, flying sword flow...

The situation finally settled with the efforts of both sides. Of course, Farah, the poor old man, probably didn't know that he had become famous yet, and was still happily hiding in a secret basement to study some weird experiments that must end in an explosion.

What I mind a little bit is that... Well, by the way, it's a super-spicy prince. Since I gave me a pair of expensive gloves for free last time, I have never seen it again. Even the farce of yesterday did not seem to have appeared. This inconsistent action made me think more and more deeply.

Could it be that this guy is making gloves day and night, intending to use this precious silk glove to kill him?

In this case, I must tell him that I am a man with a special physique who will die immediately after being hit by more than 10,000 pairs of expensive silk gloves.

Time passes by little by little, and the time of marriage is getting closer and closer. I can almost count the countdown. The little ghost and the little fox, the long-lasting enemy, are not idle. They fight and cause trouble in my house every day. From inside to outside, from under the tree to the tree, the house has been demolished by them three times. I, who are mixed with it, have been affected by fish in the pond, and my days cannot be quiet for a day.

Then, it was finally the wedding day.
To be continued...