The strongest talent tree

Chapter 385 Non-stop diarrhea

After notifying the thief master, Feng Hao thought about it carefully, and then connected the spiritual mark of Xiyueluan.

"Auntie, Wuzhou City is in trouble, come and provide support quickly!" Feng Hao jumped right into the topic as soon as he opened his mouth.

Hearing the news, Xiyue Luan suddenly became furious, completely losing his usual dignified appearance, "What's going on? Who dares to attack Wuzhou City because of his courage?"

"It's the Zhangen Cult." Feng Hao didn't dare to waste time and quickly explained the current situation.

"Okay, I understand." Xi Yueluan gritted his teeth and hummed: "I will lead people over immediately. Remember, you must protect Yaoyao and Xiaoshuang!"

"Don't worry, old lady, unless I die, Yaoyao and the others will never be in danger." Feng Hao nodded seriously.

Xi Yueluan looked slightly pleased and said, "Very good, these words sound like a man's."

"..." Feng Hao said dumbfounded: "I wasn't a man before, was I?"

"Men?" Xi Yueluan curled his lips and chuckled: "In my eyes, you are just a bunch of brats. Stop talking nonsense, get back to me and leave the Zhangen Cult camp as soon as possible."

Feng Hao smiled hoarsely, cut off the connection with his consciousness, turned around and walked back into the formation.

Seeing Feng Hao come back so quickly, the sixth-level team leader was slightly surprised and said: "Huh? Why are you back so soon? It's not even five minutes, right?"

"We are an old married couple now. It's enough to give them what you feel. There's no need to worry about it." Feng Hao put on an attitude of someone who had come before.

Hearing this, the patrol team benefited a lot from what they heard, and they flattered him wildly: "You are an adult, and you are so philosophical in what you say."

"Really? I think so too." Feng Hao smiled narcissistically, swaggered away with his hands behind his back.

Looking from a distance, it seems a bit mysterious...

After notifying the news, Feng Hao's purpose of this trip has been half completed. The next step is the most important step, which is to find a way to create chaos in the camp and help reduce some pressure in the city.

As for how to create chaos, Feng Hao already had some ideas in his mind.

First of all, as a ninth-level alchemist who is also proficient in making poisons, he will naturally not waste his advantages.

After Sun Yaowen called him years ago, he immersed himself in making a large number of poisons, and now it was time to use them.

In addition, Feng Hao also had another idea, which was to manipulate the enemy's shells.

However, this idea seems easy, but it is more troublesome to implement. You must first sneak into the ammunition depot of the camp and manipulate each shell. It is definitely a big project.

With his current disguise time, it is difficult to do this.

"Forget it, let's find a way to deal with water sources and food supplies first." After sighing slightly, Feng Hao quietly sneaked into the kitchen of the camp.

It has to be said that these bastards from the Zhangen Cult are quite good at enjoying life. The kitchen tent is larger than the main tent, and there are hundreds of busy cooks in it. All kinds of ingredients are available, which is a complete luxury.

This situation is obviously not a good thing for Feng Hao. After all, there are many people with mixed eyes, and it is quite difficult to poison so many people.

"Fortunately, these chefs are all third- and fourth-level magicians, otherwise it would be really difficult to handle."

Feng Hao secretly sneered, and then directly activated [Shadow Escape] to sneak in. With his current ability to gather breath, these third- and fourth-level magicians could not detect him at all. In addition, places like the kitchen are already messy and hidden. The effect will only be better.

In the stealth state, Feng Hao flexibly shuttled through the kitchen, and then, without the knowledge of hundreds of chefs, he put special poison into various ingredients, and finally left quietly without taking away a cloud.After coming out of the kitchen, Feng Hao exited the shadow escape state, looked back at the kitchen behind him, and sneered at the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Feng, what poison did you just use? Is it powerful?" Sansui Huo asked curiously.

"Hehe, this medicine is my exclusive secret recipe." Feng Hao said with a wicked smile: "It's called [Continuous Diarrhea]. It's specially made for the physique of magicians. As long as they are hit by it, they will definitely pull out their intestines."

"Let me go, isn't this trick too poisonous?" Sansuihuo exclaimed.

"Poison?" Feng Hao gritted his teeth and sneered, "Are they poisonous?"

"That's right, no one will sympathize with these people even if they die." Sansui Huo nodded dumbly.

Feng Hao was too lazy to dwell on these matters and continued to patrol the camp in a swaggering manner, and then moved towards the artillery squares on both sides of the camp.

As for the poisoning just now, Feng Hao chose [Non-stop Poisoning] after careful consideration. Firstly, it was because [Non-stop Poisoning] was cheap and had enough dosage, and secondly, because the magician had a strong ability to deal with poison. Resistance.

At least in Feng Hao's impression, there are very few poisons that can kill a magician directly, and even if there are, they are expensive.

Comparing the two sides, on the contrary, the special poison of [Non-stop diarrhea] is more effective.

Not to mention anything else, just in terms of the duration of the effect, [Non-stop Purging] is more powerful than any other poison.

Other poisons can only deduct some energy and vitality at most, but [Constant Diarrhea] can make people diarrhea non-stop, and it will last for two or three days at least, which can definitely effectively alleviate the offensive of the Zhangen Cult.

"Brother Feng, time is running out, prepare to retreat." Just when Feng Hao was about to finish the fort formation, Three Seconds Fire suddenly reminded him.

Feng Hao was slightly startled and asked in astonishment: "Didn't you say it can last for a day? This is only half a day, right?"

"This..." Three Seconds Fire said with a sad face: "Normally it can last for a day, but this old guy's gene tree is missing a root system, which greatly shortens the refining time."

"Fuck, I didn't tell you earlier." Feng Hao couldn't help but said rudely.

"I didn't expect it at first!" Sansuihuo said, wanting to cry but without tears.

Having said that, it was naturally impossible for Feng Hao to stay in the Zhangen Cult camp. He gritted his teeth and glanced at the nearby fort formation, and reluctantly chose to leave.

However, just as he was about to leave, the sound of fighting suddenly came from the other side of the camp.

Feng Hao originally had no time to take care of this kind of thing, but the problem was that the person who was fighting against the Zhangen Sect patrol team was none other than Yun Jiange, a talented swordsman from Wuzhou Academy.

"Damn it, why did this guy come here?" Feng Hao cursed secretly, gritted his teeth and rushed over there for support.

There is no way, as the saying goes, people are not as good as God, and you will always be exposed when you should be exposed.

"Little San'er, prepare to fight!" Feng Hao used his spiritual consciousness to notify Sanshuo, picked up the sumu wood dagger and rushed into the battle circle. It seemed that he was going to attack Yun Jiange, but in fact, the moment he rushed into the battle circle, Destroy a large area of ​​the patrol team in seconds.

The sudden situation shocked everyone, even Yun Jiange was startled.

"Why are you still standing there? Run away!" Feng Hao glared at Yun Jiange angrily and pulled him to rush out of the camp.

"Brother Feng?" Yun Jiange was stunned for a moment, then no longer hesitated, turned around and slashed out with a sword, forcing many patrol teams back with the sword energy.

(End of this chapter)