Lulunaka finally jumped down from the roof of the carriage and stood on the ground.
She had a basket of flowers in her arm and a wooden cane in her hand. She looked like an innocent girl who had accidentally stumbled into a killing zone.
"Is there anyone still standing?" She walked towards Padding.
Padding was now half-kneeling with his eyes closed. His cross-shaped sword was planted on the ground, and he looked like he was in pain.
However, his situation was already considered good. The knights who were still standing around had already fallen to the ground. Blood flowed out of their eyes, nose, and mouth. It was unknown whether they were dead or alive.
Leon, who was behind him, didn't look any better. Blood flowed from his nose into his mouth and flowed out along his lower lip.
Leon didn't have the spare energy to wipe the blood from his nose. His hands were on the ground, and his ears were still roaring. His vision was blank.
Olga, who was at the edge of the sound wave, propped up his upper body. He was in the same situation as Padding. His eyes were closed, and his brows were tightly knitted together. He didn't look any better than Padding.
Romuona and Julius, who were below him, had escaped the fatal danger of direct contact with the sound wave. However, both of them looked pale. They definitely didn't look completely fine.
"What is that …" Julius crawled out from under Olga's body. He crawled on the ground with his hands and feet. He was seeing stars and had a nauseous expression.
Now, in his eyes, everything was a double image. Nothing was real.
Romuona covered her ears with both hands and closed her eyes. Her mouth and ears were trembling, and she couldn't say anything.
The people who were still alive seemed to have suffered a disaster, and the dead couldn't avoid the result of being destroyed.
With the bead as the center, everything moved a few centimeters outwards. It looked like an invisible hand was pushing them, leaving behind obvious drag marks.
The blood on the ground mixed with the soil, forming a small mound at the edge of the sound wave. It looked like some suspicious sacrificial ceremony, and the surrounding corpses were the sacrificial offerings.
"Grind the bone of a Ghostfish into powder, two stalks of Mandrake grass, and the dewdrops of flowers growing in the cemetery. The Forest of the Dead is a huge cemetery, we just need to find the place where the ancient bones are buried. Also, a core crystal of a Harpy.
The Ghost Calling Fish can be found in the sea in the east. The Mandrake Grass and the dew on the cemetery are the specialties of the Forest of the Dead. The core crystal of the Harpy is harder to find. We had to travel far north before we found the habitat of the Birdmen in the mountains. "Lulunaka said as she walked.
No one asked her any questions, but she talked excitedly as if she was introducing her favorite toy.
When Olga heard these things, his expression changed greatly.
What Lulunaka said were not ordinary things. Not to mention whether these things could be bought outside, even for the favored court mages, some of them were rare goods.
The Ghostfish lived in the depths of the sea of darkness. It was a hundred meters long and had a terrifying appearance. The Harpies lived in groups on the high mountains. Their screams could kill a weak Iron-ranked warrior.
The other things were easy to talk about. As Lulunaka said, they were things that existed in the Forest of the Dead and were easier to find. If she had really lived here for a while, then it would not be strange for her to be familiar with things like Mandrake grass.
However, the bones of the Ghostfish and the core crystal of the Harpy were not things that could be found easily.
To obtain these things, a lot of manpower and material resources were needed. Even a mage who spent money like water would have to consider whether it was worth it.
Olga felt that Lulunaka was more and more unfathomable.
How did this girl get these things? Or was she just lying and did not use these rare and precious materials at all?
"They are all precious things, right?" Lulunaka continued, "But there is nothing to show off.
Although the fish bones, grass, and crystal are all good materials, using these things to make a screaming bomb did not make me feel proud or satisfied.
Through a very primitive method of grinding and squeezing, these materials were made into powder and pulp. After mixing them together, they were dried into powder. It was like mixing gunpowder, fully displaying the characteristics of the materials.
Through some special and secret methods, the screams and screams of the Ghostfish and the Harpies were mixed together to form a cry that was more impressive than their ordinary cries. Their bones and crystals could record this sound, what a wonderful creature.
The process was quite troublesome. The Ghostfish did not have much intelligence, and it took me a lot of effort to make it feel fear of death. As for the Harpies, it was much easier. I just smashed their eggs one by one and then killed them.
The Mandrake was easier in comparison. It had the intelligence to understand fear, and it also had the desire to live. The process of smashing them was destroying one's own ears. The sound was too unpleasant to listen to, and it made one's heart palpitate. It was like grinding a child. "
Lurunaka walked very slowly, uttering words that were terrible and frightening to those who heard them.
Making the magical beasts let out miserable cries, just to leave behind their dying and despairing cries … What a terrifying method.
Magical beasts were not creatures worthy of sympathy. The Ghostfish would devour the boats of unlucky fishermen, and the Harpies often attacked travelers passing by.
The more they died, the safer the civilians and travelers would be.
But this did not mean that Lulunaka would leave a good impression on others.
She said creepy words as if nothing had happened. It seemed that she was quite good at making the magical beasts die painfully.
Not everyone could vent their anger on a daemonic beast, and those who could deal with daemonic beasts would not have the leisure to torture them. At most, they would let the poor civilians vent their anger on the bodies of the daemonic beasts to appease the grief of losing their friends and family. Before that, they would have to extract the valuable parts and crystals from the daemons.
This girl was different. She seemed to have done incredible things in order to get high-quality materials.
She was not only abnormal, but also cruel.
"These materials aren't very good for the ears. I think you've already tested them yourself."
Lulunaka smiled and said, "There are also the dewdrops on the flowers in the cemetery. This is not a very rare thing, but the dewdrops have the ghost aura of the dead, and it is the ghost aura of the soldiers of the Double Eagle Empire who died a hundred years ago. This resentment is something amazing, and it can make the voice more charming.
It's a pity that it's been a hundred years. The resentment of the soldiers who died because of the civil strife has almost dissipated. If it was fifty years ago, the dewdrops would even be in the state of frost, cold and penetrating. "
Lulunaka finally walked in front of Padding.
Padding was half-kneeling, and Leon was kneeling with both hands on the ground.
The two of them were like paying respects to their noble master, and their master was Lulunaka.
"These are not things to be proud of.
What makes me happy and proud is the glass beads that are full of surprised screams, "Lulunaka stood two steps away from Padding and looked down at the knight who closed his eyes.
"That is the perfect embodiment of alchemy.
Throw the crystal of the Screaming Ghost Fish into the alchemy cauldron and use the flame of the spiritual body to cook the crystal and remove the impurities. Pour the semi-solidified crystal into a bead-shaped mold, and then pour in the fresh powder that is still clear and the screams … A bomb is made.
Why do you use the crystal of the Screaming Ghost Fish as a bead?
Because this way, the screams can be kept within the range of the bomb and avoid unnecessary damage, and the screams are enclosed in a small range, so the impact will be stronger.
Didn't I say that?
You can't play with fire in the forest, but it is a good choice to play with sound. "
At this time, Olga had stood up and helped Julius and Romuona up.
He didn't want to listen to Lulunaka's boasting. Her treatment of the living was more disgusting than that of the witches.
"My God … You use the souls in the Forest of the Dead as firewood?"
Olga looked at Lulunaka and his expression became a bit sinister. He didn't think he was a good person. When he was young, he killed some innocent people because of impulse … But Lulunaka's practice still made him feel extremely uncomfortable — it was a blasphemy to the dead.
"It's just some residue of the soul. Besides, I didn't say it was a human soul," Lulunaka said to Olga, "Don't tell me you thought of something bad?
Master Olga. "
Olga snorted and didn't answer.
Lulunaka turned back and continued to look at Padding.
"Mr. Edgar, you are the closest person to this bomb. How do you feel now?
Is it the screams of the Screaming Ghost Fish, the screams of the Harpies, or the screams of the soldiers in your mind?
Or perhaps, all three? "
Padding's eyes were closed, his eyelashes and ears were trembling slightly.
In response to Lulunaka's inquiry, he said after a long time, "I've never seen such a strange bomb … Maybe mages have more precious things, but this … I've never heard of it."
"Of course."
Lulunaka clapped her hands proudly, her face full of smiles, "This is my newly developed product. It's completely natural and pollution-free. As long as you have the materials, you can make it. You don't need to choose a good day to carve a slate like those astrologers, nor do you need to have all kinds of restrictions and conditions like those enchanted items that are difficult to learn … As long as you can endure the screams, and with skillful skills, you can make a high-quality bomb.
Ordinary people can also use it easily without any foundation. You just need to throw it out. "
You also need to have the ability to get these materials.
Whether it was the Screaming Ghost Fish or the Harpies, they were all materials that ordinary people couldn't get their hands on.
Even the mandrake grass and the dewdrops in the cemetery, which were easier to find, may cause indelible damage to ordinary people — the screams of the roots of the mandrake grass can shatter the eardrums, and the cold air of the dewdrops with white frost on the cemetery can penetrate the internal organs and bones.
At this point, Lulunaka thought for a moment and continued, "Right, this bomb hasn't been named yet.
What do you think should be a suitable name?
A good product can't be without a good name, or it won't sell. "
No one answered her question.
Lulunaka looked distressed, as if this question was very important to her.
"No one is answering me, it's so boring … Let's call it Screaming Lady."
She casually gave a strange name to the bomb she had carefully made.
With a happy expression, Lulunaka began to circle around Padding and Leon.
"Mr. Edgar, I know you still have the strength to swing the last sword, but I think it's better for you to give up.
With your cautious character, this sword is definitely not aimed at me, because you don't know what else I have. What if I have Screaming Lady?
What if I have several Screaming Ladies?
These are all things you have to think about.
And Ward is near me.
Is your sword faster, or is Ward's sword faster?
This is also a question worth thinking about. "
Ward was still on the roof of the carriage. At this time, he had curled up into a circle, looking tired and sleeping.
"In fact, you don't have to think so much. You only have one choice." Lulunaka played with her cane and then pointed it at Romuona.
Romuona, who was pointed at by her, was shocked, and then she was protected by Olga behind him. "Miss Romuona is still the most important goal, even if there are sacrifices. Including yourself, you can make sacrifices … You think so, right?"
Padding was silent.
Leon, who was behind him, reluctantly came back to his senses. When he wanted to stand up, he fell to the ground and continued to kneel in front of Lulunaka.
"This Mr. Knight has a lot of potential, right?"
Lulunaka smiled and said, "He's about to touch the edge of the Silver Level, but this position doesn't make him feel better."
Leon couldn't make any response. He could only lower his head, and the blood from his nose dripped to the ground.
Padding said, "You said a lot, and even explained how you destroyed all of this … Why?
Because you already have the victory in your hand, so you have the luxury? "
"It's a bit too much to say that I destroyed all of this, isn't it?" Lulunaka chuckled and said, "Aren't you the ones who destroyed all of this first?
So many people died, so much blood was shed … And then you said that I destroyed all of this? "
Lulunaka knocked her head with her cane. "Of course you would think so, because I did destroy all of this — I destroyed your shameful murder. Twelve loyal and reliable knights who could keep their mouths shut died, and only one of them was left … Who will be responsible in the end?"
"Me." Padding replied, "So many people died, but I couldn't even touch Miss Romuona's hand.
I didn't complete my task, my job … I neglected my duty. "
Padding thought that if he had known this would happen, he would have stabbed Romuona to death when Olga was unprepared.
But there was no such thing as "if" for what had already happened. Time couldn't be reversed, just like how a dead person couldn't be resurrected.
"It's about why I've said so much."
Lulunaka continued, "I think it's necessary to let you know that alchemy is a rigorous, precise, and exquisite skill.
It's neither like the witches' crude and poisonous medicine, nor like the mages' items that are difficult to work without magic.
It's a wonderful technology. As long as you have the idea and the materials, you can make all kinds of strange things — practical tools and ornaments that look good but are useless. "
At this point, Lulunaka bowed her head and saluted. "I'll say it again.
I'm Lulunaka, an alchemist. "