Wizard Alchemist

Chapter 235 The Seed of Qi and Blood
In early July, Roy briefly left the camp and walked on the road in the form of a young orc, bringing a disguised Planjie with him, openly testing the results.

On the way, several waves of orcs riding dinosaur mounts such as Swift Dragons passed by without noticing their abnormality at all.

The clothes that Roy and others are wearing now are made of animal skins that they sew themselves.

With the blessing of [Journeyman] and [Craftsmanship], he easily disguised himself as a mountain villager from an uncivilized area, carrying a freshly killed wild boar on his back, and seemed to be completely integrated into this world.

However, just as Roy was about to reach the village where Tuval and others lived, a group of orcs who looked quite strong stopped them.

"Your prey and wife are all mine!"

Roy: "..."

More than 10 seconds later, there was a row of bodies on the roadside.

Roy leaned over and took out a few crudely made gold coins, nodding secretly.

"It seems this is the currency here. My [Craftsmanship] can make it."

"Why did you kill them? Aren't you afraid that these orcs might have some background and cause unnecessary trouble?"

Planjie looked at the corpses and felt a headache.

"At least we can catch a tongue and ask them about their origins and the local situation."

"This time we are going to visit Wizard Tuval. He has been lurking here for at least 20 to 30 years. He knows the local situation much better than the local orcs.

As for whether there is any background or not, there is no need to worry about it.

The people in the orc world are simple and honest, and they worship fists and weapons!

If I want to fit in here with my new identity, I might have to create the persona of a wild mountain man, fighting and killing my way up!
If I don't do this, how can I get the attention of the local strongmen, be recruited, have the opportunity to contact higher-ups, and find out about Yannis? "

Roy had thought this matter through before he set out. The key was whether his camouflage skills were reliable.

After hearing this, Planjie suddenly understood.

What she didn't know was that Roy quickly searched the body and checked the bloodline.

"The concentration of Behemoth blood is sparse... and it doesn't have the Golden Behemoth factor.

It seems that it is really as the information says, this bloodline is extremely rare and it is impossible for it to be so common that you can easily come across it.

After the inspection, Roy pondered for a moment and did not collect their souls.

This is the orcs' lair, a place with gods above their heads!
What if there are any loyal believers among these orcs and they attract the attention of the gods?

That's trouble.

"But the blood and qi are fine..."

Roy thought in his heart, concentrating his mind, and a pattern of a golden balance appeared in the air.

This scale seemed to be weighing the lives and souls of the warriors, condensing their life essence and soul power into a ball.

After crystallization, strange red objects that looked like red light balls emerged.

"This is... the seed of Qi and blood!"

Information naturally emerged in my mind as if it were instinct.

This is the reward obtained by refining the flesh and blood after killing a living being!

Roy instantly felt his energy and blood replenished, and all the previous consumption was completely swept away!

"Great, another application!
Next, we need to be even faster and more stealthy to hide the appearance of the Golden Scales!"

In fact, Roy knew how to seize life and soul a long time ago.

But at that time, he had not been seriously injured and did not understand the value of this ability.

The last time he fought against Valentina, he was nearly blown to pieces by a giant rocket. Only then did he suddenly realize that he needed the ability to quickly capture the enemy's energy and spirit during battle.

So he began to transform the relevant seeds in the "Refining Array".

This Qi and Blood Seed is a major application. It is equivalent to various levels of healing potions!

"By the same token, it should be possible to extract the seeds of magic power.

Various kinds of fighting spirit, magic power, witchcraft energy, spell energy...

In fact, they are all manifestations of the same thing in different states.

They come from the mana of the spirituality of all things and can replenish spirit and magic power!

But I will only start when I master more advanced spiritual secrets and can peel off the soul and separate the spiritual energy and the mark of faith!"

Roy comprehended the knowledge conveyed by [Inspiration] and pondered silently in his heart.

……

After a while longer, Roy and Planje arrived at the village where Tuval lived.

He brought several apprentices here to open up wasteland, disguised himself as an old orc farmer, and worked in the wilderness with his children. He actually sneaked into a place called the Uru tribe.

"You actually came here. Didn't we agree to try to meet at your place..."

When Tuval met Roy and Planje, his expression was quite complicated.

He has been running the business here for a long time, and he is really worried that Roy and others will ruin it.

Like most wizards who like to be alone, he is also troubled by bad teammates.

Roy pretended not to understand his expression and sat down. "I've read the information you left me last time. I feel that relying on reclaiming wasteland and farming and integrating into the tribe as a refugee is too slow. I'm thinking of doing something faster."

"What do you want to do?" Tuval asked warily.

"Of course, I'd find an influential local leader, such as a nearby city lord or the chief of a large tribe, and try to get close to him, join him, and quickly gain his trust...

Even more direct and straightforward, challenge him and replace him!"

When Tuval heard this, he looked gloomy.

"I knew you would say that!
But have you ever thought, I've been here for so long, why don't I take this approach?"

Of course it’s because your ability is limited.

Roy said silently in his heart.

But he said, "Yes, why?"

Tuval said, "Those orcs are called heroes by the natives. Their strength is equivalent to that of a first-level professional. Some even serve as shamans or priests...

It’s not that easy to deal with!”

When he said this, his expression became extremely serious.

"You may be young and promising, a genius...

But please respect the fruits of my labor. If you insist on doing it your own way, please don't implicate me!"

"I understand." Roy nodded in understanding.

Tuval said: "Let's agree on a time, place and method of contact from now on, and try not to have any dealings with each other openly.

I want to proceed steadily and not stand out easily.

In a few years, this old orc farmer I'm pretending to be will die of old age, leaving behind children and descendants to continue the role...

This way, generations of ancestors have been here and have a clean record, which is the perfect way to integrate into the family. It can even continue to provide a source of identity for later generations.

I plan to gradually take over the nest and turn this place into a disguised camp..."

Roy raised his eyebrows slightly, but nodded: "A wise choice."

Then he used his spiritual power to check Tuval's store mark and started trading with him.

(End of this chapter)