Final Lord

Chapter 91 The counterattack begins

But he noticed the special status bait potion on Hal's body, and his heart, which had just been relieved, became heavier again.

Lincoln, that damn guy, actually threw such vicious stuff on the militia.

Apply 3-5 drops of bait potion to a bone fragment and bury it in an open area with no cover within a 10-meter radius. The scent of the bone fragment will attract monsters within a 1-kilometer radius.

This potion is usually applied to the surface of mechanical puppets or low-level summoned beasts, controlling them to move along a predetermined route to lure away monsters.

Using this kind of medicine on humans is simply taking human life lightly!
Wang Bufu immediately decided on a tactic: "Save the villagers first. The villagers with the bait are in a very dangerous situation.

Weiyi, take twenty poisonous miasma cave dwellers with you and go with Hal to rescue people."

Although Wei Yi was a little worried about Wang Bufu's safety, she still nodded firmly and agreed.

After this period of adjustment, she has completely trusted Wang Bufu and deeply believes that Wang Bufu's command will not be wrong.

Seeing Wei Yi leaving with the troops, Wang Bufu crushed the mushroom stem with his knuckles, and the spore powder fell to the ground.

He looked at Uncle Ming and said, "Uncle Ming, Lincoln threw bait potions on the militiamen simply to make them cannon fodder for his troops and clear the monster obstacles for his Crow Army.

How bad is this.

The Black Forest monsters are a local specialty. He made the effort to come to the Black Forest, but died without even tasting the local specialties. In the underworld, he will blame me for my poor hospitality."

"Master, what do you mean?" Uncle Ming asked doubtfully.

"Didn't Lincoln say I had become a pagan and was colluding with the devil?"

Wang Bufu showed a malicious smile on his face:
"If I hadn't colluded with the monsters as he said, wouldn't it seem like I was wronged and aggrieved?

I am young, still a child. I am most afraid of being wronged, and I cannot stand being wronged.

……

Deep in the Black Forest, the caps of giant parasol mushrooms glowed a faint blue in the moonlight. Wang Bufu crouched beside a brown-spotted mushroom, two men tall, gently scraping its gills with his fingertips. Tiny spores drifted down, accumulating into a pale purple powder in his specially prepared glass dish.

"This mushroom's spores aren't active enough." Wang Bufu raised the test tube and shook it in the moonlight. The fungus powder streaked across the glass like a meteor. "Jinshanshan, cut off the gills of the third parasol mushroom in the southeast corner—the part with the dew on it, as it's fresher."

"Fifteen seconds, I'll be right back."

The golden horn flashed a cold light in the night, accurately cutting off two thick gills.

Wang Bufu crushed the spore sac covered with night dew and added it into the test tube. The air in the test tube suddenly burst into tiny fluorescent light, like stars falling into the mortal world.

"It's done!" Wang Bufu's pupils reflected a flickering light as he dripped the straw monster's slime into the mixture. The liquid immediately began to boil, bubbling and emitting purple smoke in the stone mortar.

The three cat sand beasts sniffed, suddenly sat on the ground with convulsions, and rubbed their necks with their hind legs.

"Don't smell it. It's poisonous." Wang Bufu glanced at the cat sand beasts, sealed the reagent, and continued to make the next tube of reagent.

Butler Ming came up to Wang Bufu and asked in surprise, "Young Master, can you make potions?"

"How refreshing! Aren't all the advanced potions in the territory made by me? Pharmacy is a required subject for commanders. The library is full of potion recipes."

Housekeeper Ming wiped his tears with emotion. "If the master were still here, he would surely be delighted to see you like this." Just then, Tina folded her wings and landed beside Wang Bufu. She used her gorgeous tail feathers to sweep away the drifting spores and whispered, "Master, our eagle sentinels have spotted crows in the southeast. They're heading right in our direction."

She looked up at the top of the mushroom stem, did some calculations, and said, "We'll encounter them in about twenty-three minutes."

"Twenty-three minutes... more than enough."

Wang Bufu looked towards the direction of the Black Forest, where Shan Pao was running back with a dozen poisonous cavemen.

They wrapped several bulging straw beasts with vines. The bodies of the straw beasts were limp like jelly, and it was obvious that they were in a paralyzed state.

"You've arrived just in time. Thank you for your hard work."

Wang Bufei praised the caveman, then walked to the straw monster and poured tubes of reagents on it.

As the dark purple liquid seeped into the fur of the straw monsters, these chubby monsters struggled and cried like babies.

"Whoa! Whoa!"

Wang Bufu tied them up again with vine ropes and turned to the poisonous miasma cave dweller, instructing him, "Roll southeast along the forest, releasing one of the ten parasol mushrooms you pass. Once you've released them, just leave them alone. They'll recover their mobility on their own after the paralysis wears off."

Then go get a new batch.”

Fifteen minutes later, the twentieth straw monster disappeared deep into the fungus, and Wang Bufu's troops also completed the ambush at the designated ambush site.

Another five minutes passed before Jin Shanshan pricked up his ears. From the distant forest came the sound of metal clashing, occasionally interspersed with the hoarse cries of crows.

"Here they come." Wang Bufu ordered in his heart: "Everyone keep silent and prepare for an ambush!" Twenty poisonous cave people hiding in the trees immediately curled up in the gaps between the fungus gills, their bulging cheeks filled with paralyzing poison mist.

……

"This damn place is truly eerie." A crow stopped beside its companion and complained unhappily, "Is that foolish lord really hiding in here? How does he avoid the monsters?"

“I don’t know either, but you better pray that he’s really here.

We have been punished so many times by our master because of him.

If we can’t find him this time, the master will definitely be unhappy again. If the master is unhappy, we will be unlucky again.”

"Hmm? There's movement."

Amidst the interlaced shadows of the mushroom stems, a straw-bag monster suddenly tumbled out from the base of the parasol mushroom. Its spherical body crashed into the glowing moss, and the purple fluorescence flickering among its hairs was particularly dazzling in the dark night.

The straw monster stopped rolling as soon as it appeared. Its umbrella-shaped head split open with a cross-shaped mouthpart, and it screamed like a baby crying towards the mushroom tree where the crow was hiding: "Woo-wa--!"

The harsh sound waves caused the spores on the nearby mushroom stems to fall.

"Gah!" Mark, the crow sentinel perched on the treetops, instantly transformed into human form, his jet-black leather armor blending seamlessly into the night. He crouched at the edge of the mushroom cap, his three-toed claws catching the folds of the parasol mushroom. "How did this idiot find us?"

"Shut up!" Another Crow Assassin swung out his poisoned dagger, accurately hitting the straw monster's umbrella-shaped head. The straw monster's voice suddenly stopped, and its body fell to the ground.

"Clean and neat, very beautiful throw." The crow's companion praised and whistled at the crow that threw the dagger.

(End of this chapter)