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Seeing the series of prompts from the Nightmare Imprint, Fang Senyan almost spat out a mouthful of blood. His genetic potion concoction abilities all required the use of materials, and not being able to open his storage space meant that his auxiliary abilities were completely useless! Furthermore, he couldn't rely on the medicines and food he carried to quickly recover! More importantly, "Ambition" was also placed in his storage space, and Fang Senyan's explosive power instantly decreased by more than half!

Because Fang Senyan had managed to obtain some privileges when concocting potions before, the elven maiden, Wuge, Reef, and Fang Senyan were given a separate room. They drank snowmelt water drawn directly from the nearby mountain, and the food wasn't too bad. Otherwise, they would have been forced to drink the orcs' sewage for dinner that night.

The next day was still sunny. The sun rose early, and just as Wuge was about to continue praying and cultivating in the sunlight, several fierce-looking orcs suddenly rushed in from outside and forcibly tied them up with a black rope. This rope seemed to be made of some kind of vine, and it was very strong and had powerful sealing abilities. Even Fang Senyan and the others couldn't use their active abilities! Naturally, Wuge couldn't use any magic either. Fang Senyan used the helmet's built-in detection ability on the black rope and finally obtained relevant information:

Black Thought Whip

Weaver: Saruman's IV Body Mystic

Special Item

Material: Foul Blood, Curse Aura, Cold Extracted Crystal, Black Cricket Vine.

Duration: 12 hours

Purpose: Prevents the bound creature from using any of its abilities.

Weight: 0.3 kg.

Length: 140 cm to 210 cm

This rope called the Black Thought Whip was obviously very precious. This could be seen from the fact that it was personally made by Saruman's clone. The sealing ability after being tied up was also very strong. Unfortunately, it only lasted for 12 hours, otherwise Fang Senyan would have really wanted to get one. It seemed that the toughness of this Black Thought Whip was not great enough, because after Fang Senyan and the others were tied up with one, these orcs continued to bind them with a specially made solid rope made of vines, obviously seeking to be foolproof.

In this situation, Fang Senyan and his companions were brought out, and then mixed with seven or eight humans/dwarves/elves shivering in the cold outside the prison, forming a temporary team. A large group of orcs armed to the teeth and three tentacle monsters that Fang Senyan had dealt with before served as guards, escorting them to the east. After they struggled to cross several bare ice ridges, they began to climb an ice peak along a winding ice road...

Fang Senyan noticed that the main body of this mountain road was condensed from thick layers of ice. In some of the places where they rested along the way, some of the rocks were even polished very smoothly, which showed that the road was obviously used very frequently, and people often went up and down here.

Although the weather was fine, the sunlight seemed very bleak here, and there was no feeling of warmth at all. The wind mixed with ice shavings was still very strong, and the cold wind howled miserably in the mountains, sweeping across glaciers that had never melted for tens of millions of years. The sound could be described as ghosts crying and gods howling. In this environment, the hearts and bodies of all the prisoners were trembling at the same time. Some people even collapsed on the ground during the trek due to hypoxia and fear.

At this time, the orcs exposed their ferocious faces. They began to torture and beat the prisoners who couldn't walk with cruel methods, but they inflicted dark wounds such as fractures on these prisoners, without letting them bleed.

When they were about to reach the top of the ice peak, the group walked along a long ridge. After about half an hour of walking against the wind and snow, there was finally no road ahead. There appeared a snow-covered flat ground, about the size of a basketball court. The flat ground was surrounded by jagged ice teeth, and below was an abyss of ten thousand feet. In the center of the flat ground was a long stone platform, on which one person could lie down. A strange dark brown color appeared on the stone platform and the surrounding rocks, which was particularly striking in the white snow.

Next to the stone platform were also many stone basins that had been roughly chiseled out, and their manual processing technology was extremely crude. Some rags were piled up around them in a mess. These things were scattered in the cold wind, like torn yellow paper, but they had tenacious toughness. Although they didn't understand anything, an indescribable eerie and terrifying feeling welled up in everyone's hearts, especially the human prisoners, who couldn't help but cry out loudly and struggle desperately at the same time.

But neither the orcs nor the tentacle monsters were moved. They seemed to have been prepared for this situation. Most of these prisoners had strict restraints on their bodies. Besides, among the ropes binding them, there were also Black Thought Whips that had been enchanted with witchcraft, which could not be broken at all.

At this time, a tentacle monster that looked like it had a bigger head walked over surrounded by orcs. It used its tentacles to roll out a cowhide bag from the pocket it carried on its back, and then pulled out the stopper and fed the liquid inside the cowhide bag to the prisoners in turn.

Logically speaking, in this situation, no prisoner would be in the mood to drink anything. But this tentacle monster did it quite cleverly. It first took a sip from the cowhide bag itself, and then took out a bowl and poured the liquid inside. It could be clearly seen that the gourd contained a liquid that presented a starry blue color, viscous and turbid. Although the bowl did not move, the liquid seemed to have its own life and fluctuated on its own, and even small tides and waves would appear.

These people had suffered more or less injuries when they were captured. After being imprisoned for a few days, their bodies were already weak. At this time, they were extremely tired from trekking on the mountain road for so long, so they all drank it. Although Fang Senyan didn't recognize what it was, he was also very thirsty, and the wound on his wrist caused by the rope also hurt badly, so he opened his mouth and drank it.

What he didn't expect was that this blue liquid was extremely cold. As soon as he drank it, he felt as if an ice line was continuously drawn into his abdomen, lingering for a long time. He couldn't help but shiver all over, and he felt frozen. After enduring the shiver for a while, he suddenly realized that his chest and lungs were icy cold. The fatigue of trekking on the snow mountain disappeared, and his whole body became hot instead. It seemed that the energy of his limbs and bones was ignited and gathered into his blood vessels.

The Nightmare Imprint also sent a prompt to Fang Senyan:

"You have drunk a high-level formulated potion: Haeckel's Mucus. This is a powerful genetic potion personally formulated by Saruman's clone, a secret medicine made from the gene fluid of the giant octopus Haeckel mixed with various sorcerous materials."

"First-time drinking grants a permanent special effect: Health Points (HP) +50, Spirit Power Limit (MP) +50. (This reward can be brought to this world)."

"After drinking, gain a temporary special effect: Your health recovery speed is additionally increased, the increase range is: an additional 1 point of health recovered every 10 seconds to 10 points of health recovered per second, lasting for 120 minutes."

"Hint: The more severe the drinker's injuries, the more Haeckel's Mucus can activate the injured person's potential, causing their health recovery speed to increase rapidly! However, there may be some adverse sequelae afterward."

"What are they trying to do?" Reef, who also took a sip of this mucus, got a bargain, and of course he felt quite happy. He couldn't help but ask Fang Senyan. These two had the ability to return to the space at any time, so they were fearless.

Even Fang Senyan, who was extremely good at deduction, was at a loss for this strange encounter. These orcs and tentacle monsters definitely had no good intentions in bringing the slaves here, but they insisted on giving them this extremely precious medicine at the very moment when their true colors were about to be revealed!

After everyone had drunk the "Haeckel's Mucus", a short and fat orc stood up. This orc's face was full of scars, like a fierce ghost. His expression was numb, but there was an indescribable fanaticism in his eyes. He had a thick and wide belt around his waist. Fang Senyan had a familiar feeling about this orc's face. He should have encountered him when he was making sorcerous materials in the mage tower.

Next, two orcs escorted a human prisoner brought up to the stone platform, completely ignoring his resistance, and then tied him firmly to the stone platform. The short and fat orc drew several thin and sharp small knives from the belt around his waist, placed them on the edge of the stone platform in turn, and then licked the sharp blade of the small knife in his hand with his scarlet tongue, and slowly cut open the arm of the prisoner, and then began to cut the thing in front of him slowly and methodically amid the poor guy's extremely miserable screams!

This orc seemed to be doing something very cruel, but his actions and attitude were no different from the way humans slaughtered livestock and skinned them. Obviously in his eyes, these elves and humans were all livestock.

And Fang Senyan suddenly understood what those rag-like things next to him were. They turned out to be dried human skin, the skin that had been peeled off alive from the body! At this time, even Wuge, who had always been very calm, was soaked in fear and began to tremble involuntarily. Looking out from her eyes, it seemed that even the heaven and earth had lost their color, because she suddenly realized that there was something more terrifying in this world than death! However, the elves' ability to commit suicide was sealed by the Black Thought Whip, making it difficult even to die!