Four Hundred and Twentieth Chapters Prolong Life

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"Elf potion? What is that?" Locke asked.

"A good thing that can prolong life~" Old Cole sold out.

After clapping their hands, the doll Lily brought two cups of tea over, and the two moved to a certain seat in the store.

After sipping the mist tea with his lips, Old Cole moistened his throat before saying, "You know, the relationship between our Death Knell Scar and Memelie's Cottage is not very friendly."

Locke nodded, it was no secret.

The three major magician organizations of the Manhattan Kingdom are united to the outside world, but the contradiction between Nememeli's Hut and Deathstroke has intensified to the extreme. With the help of the Shadow Tower for neutralization, this stable state has been maintained until now.

"The Memeli's hut branch in Crimea is planning to hold a trial event in the secret realm of the Demon Forest. The prize for the third-class quest is a bottle of elf potion. Are you interested in participating?" Old Cole asked.

"You haven't answered me what an elf potion is? There is also the trial at Memelie's Hut, can I participate?" Locke rolled his eyes.

"The elf potion is a magical potion that can improve the human body, and it is a fundamental change." Old Cole said.

Locke understood, "Transformed into other creatures?" Locke raised his eyebrows.

He had heard a lot about this type of potion, most of which were used as a pretext to increase lifespan at a discount, but in fact, it was to transform people into monsters that were neither ghosts nor ghosts.

Some people can give up everything for strength and longevity, but Locke is not, he hasn't gotten that share yet.

"Hey, don't use this expression!" Old Cole saw Locke's expression and knew that he was wrong. "The transformation is a half-elf, have you heard of it?"

Old Cole took out the smoking gun hanging from his waist, knocked on the table and lit it on fire. He took a deep breath and said, "If it wasn't for the wind-based fighting spirit you are practicing, I wouldn't tell you this."

Elf, Locke has heard of it, but half-elf has never heard of it.

Elves, the heteroplanar creatures, belong to the high-ranking magicians and knights, and are the favorite forbidding.

Both men and women are extremely handsome in appearance, and with stronger physiques than ordinary humans, magicians and knights above the first level like to use this alien creature that is very similar to humans as their personal pet to vent their animal desires.

"Half-elves can only be produced in two ways. One is the mixed-race son of humans and elves, and the other is to take elf medicine." Old Cole told Locke.

"How much physique and talent can you inherit from the elves?" Converting bloodlines is nothing more than the pursuit of stronger power and potential, and Locke asked what he cared about most.

Old Cole took another sip on the cigarette holder, spit out a cloud of spicy smoke, and said, "I don't know very well, how can I have the foundation of a mid-level attendant."

The foundation of the middle-level attendant means that even if ordinary people use this medicine, they can instantly obtain the power of the middle-level attendant. If they are given to Locke, the effect will definitely be stronger. This is the transformation of the source of life.

"The most important thing is to have an extra 100 years of lifespan, aren't you excited?" Old Cole smiled with yellow teeth.

The average lifespan of elves is 400 years, so the lifespan of half-elves is 200 years, which is a great attraction for magicians and knights who have not been promoted to the first level.

"I'll think about it." Locke lowered his head and thought, he thought of his parents and Xia Qian, and the elf potion was appropriate for them.

"What's there to consider? Elves are famous for their affinity with the three elements of water, wood, and wind, which match your fighting spirit." Old Cole urged.

"Why don't you people from Deathstroke not participate in such a good thing?" Locke asked strangely.

"Of course I participated, but I still have a recommendation quota. If there is no suitable candidate, I will choose you." Old Cole said, "Is it interesting?"

"Enough!" Locke patted Old Cole's shoulder vigorously and grinned.

The conflict between Memeli's hut and Deathstroke has a long history, and it can add to the events held by the opponent. Some high-level executives in the Deathstroke organization must be very happy to see it.

"The third prize is the elf potion, what about the first and second prizes?" Locke asked curiously.

"The first prize is the Leaf of Life, which can increase the affinity of the wood element and increase the success rate of promotion to the first level by 30%."

"The second prize is a super first-level magic tool, a staff used by a second-level magician in Memelie's cottage at the first stage." Old Cole said, he had heard a lot of information.

Hearing the Leaf of Life, which can increase the success rate of promotion to one level, Locke's eyes moved.

"But I advise you not to get involved in the first and second prizes. I don't know how many magicians and geniuses from Meimei's cottage are staring at these two prizes." Old Cole saw that Locke was interested in the first and second prizes. , quickly advised.

Locke has increased his turnover by a third in the past two months. He didn't want Locke to die like this, "I think you still have some hope for the third prize, and the fourth and fifth prizes are also below. All good," Old Cole said.

"What are the fourth and fifth prizes?" Locke asked casually.

"The fourth prize is an egg of a quasi-order Warcraft, and the fifth prize is two hundred high-level magic crystals," said Old Cole.

"Hey~ is this the old one?" Locke took a breath, only one branch has such a big deal, Meimeli's cottage is really a local tyrant.

"Yeah, otherwise, our Deathstroke organization would not have sent people to snipe." Old Cole said with a smile.

Locke glanced at the old

Cole, you don't need to guess to know that among the competitors for the first and second prizes, there must be geniuses from the Death Knell Scar organization.

"So, do you want to participate? If it weren't for the regulation that only people below the first level within the urban area of ​​Crimea were allowed to participate, I would not have considered you." Old Cole exclaimed strangely.

"Okay, I'll participate!" Locke said.

"Hey, yes." Old Cole said with a smile. A prospective knight participated in the organization instead of Deathstroke. Whether he won or not, he had the rewards given above.

Anyway, the meaning of the top of the Death Knell Scar organization is to add blockage to Meimeli's hut, as long as it disgusts you, I will make money.

"Bring it!" Old Cole said, reaching out to Locke.

"what?"

"Five advanced crystal cores, admission fee." Old Cole said.

"...So expensive?" Locke was unable to complain.

"Nonsense, or do you think Mei Meili's cottage is a shantang? I've prepared so many prizes for you for free."

So the high-level crystal nucleus that Locke had just traded from Old Cole was handed back to Old Cole, which was equivalent to his three days in the forest in vain.

"This is the admission card, I will take you there when the time comes!" Old Cole threw a skull-shaped medal to Locke.

The skull medal with a slight undead smell made Locke slightly uncomfortable, and a wind-based grudge covered the medal. After cutting off this smell, Locke felt much better.

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