Stacking the information aside casually, Dean made room for Xiao Lan and ran to the World of Warcraft in a daze.
He squatted in front of the cage, poking the monster inside with a wooden stick from time to time, his eyes distracted.
How to introduce the original energy plundered by the primitive insects into the bodies of these monsters is a problem...
It is definitely not possible to put it back directly. The body of the primitive insect is now equivalent to a barrier that wraps the original energy. If you want to take this energy away from it, the origin of the Warcraft must have extremely strong activity, so that it is possible to break through. Obstacles to successful integration.
But the problem is that ordinary Warcraft, under normal conditions, cannot show such strong activity at all, unless some special means are used to stimulate them to react.
Dean faced the sight of the monster that wanted to bite people and simulated various possible solutions in his mind.
The main line is to stimulate the origin of the target monsters and let them integrate the energy in the original insect body. In theory, this idea should be feasible...
But how to stimulate the World of Warcraft, he couldn't think of a suitable way yet.
Dropping the stick, Dean's mind flashed with the names of the monsters and potions in his hands.
There seemed to be no particularly suitable choice, but he remembered that among the harvest this time, there was a Cerro Tree Turtle, which seemed to have a special ability...
Dean recalled the monster that caused him to be chased by the old turtle at night. The introduction given by the system was: "A very precious mutant individual, with a companion tree on its body, has undergone some kind of benign mutation, which can enhance the monster's ability." Bloodline ability".
Enhancing bloodline abilities... Dean thought about it and found that it was also part of the origin.
In other words, at least it's on the side.
He excitedly found the Warcraft, but the moment he saw the Cerro Tree Turtle, his smile suddenly froze on his face.
In the empty single-animal cell, a bare Cerro tree turtle huddled in the corner, full of dejection.
The companion tree was empty, cleaner than Dean's pants pocket when he first wore it, and not even a hint of green could be seen.
Just looking at it from a distance gives people a sense of desolation in the bleak autumn wind.
Those who didn't know better thought that this monster started to suffer from hair loss at a young age.
After a brief shock, Dean hurriedly found the records to check the whereabouts of the Cerro Tree Turtle's leaves, and then found dozens of registration records pointing to the culprit.
He twitched the corner of his mouth and teleported to a lonely house.
This is a house that looks like a poisonous mushroom in appearance and is very bright and conspicuous in color. It was made by brick workers and completely customized according to the owner's preferences, height and body shape.
And the person who lives here is the leaf thief who picked up the Cerro Tree Turtle - the little magician.
Dean raised his head and glanced at the eight-meter-high Big Mushroom Villa. He walked over and knocked on the door.
"Hmm?"
With a confused cry, the little potion witch opened the door and squeezed out of Mogu's house.
It looked at Dean and tilted its head with a questioning expression.
This scene really gave a sense of déjà vu in those fantasy movies from Blue Star. Even Dean, who came to investigate and question the crime, his temper subsided unconsciously.
He gestured twice and said politely: "How about... go in and talk?"
Speaking of which, he is still the only person in the breeding house who has never visited the Mogu House. After all, when the Mogu Villa was built, he happened to be away from District 13 and missed the inauguration ceremony. Dean himself did not know this. I feel quite sorry.
But... as the owner of the breeding house, even if he missed that opportunity, it wouldn't be too much for him to go in and inspect it, right?
As it turns out, it's still a bit much.
The little potion witch stood at the door, his chubby body covering the door tightly, like a door god, showing no expression.
Dean stared at it silently for a long time, but couldn't get the familiar to move away from him.
He could only give up this idea and said bluntly: "I see it is written in the record that you picked a lot of Cerro tree tortoise leaves. Is there any left?"
"Okay."
The little potion witch shook his head decisively.
Afraid of what might happen, Dean slapped his forehead with a "snap" and his expression became sad.
He finally came up with a plan that might work, but now he has to wait for the second batch of materials to grow... It seems that he has decided to light this lamp.
Dean secretly regretted giving the Potion Witch too much power before.
Who would have thought it would be so cruel.
If the old turtle saw it, he would probably push it over.
What people saved by scrimping and scrimping was completely ruined by it.
But things are always dramatic.
Just like what was said on Blue Star, "There is no way out but there is no way out, but there is always a bright future." Just as Dean thought this, the little potion witch in front of him changed his words and made an unexpected move at the same time.
"Okay."
After returning to the room and searching around, the little potion witch handed Dean the new potion he made using those leaves.
"Okay."
The liquid in the reagent bottle shows a pure scarlet color, like a fine ruby, and one can tell that it is extraordinary at a glance.
The little potion witch watched Dean accept the potion, and then explained the function of the new potion with gestures.
This is a potion made from the leaves of Cerro Tree Turtle.
Just like the records Dean saw, it had long since focused on this magical beast with special talents and magical effects.
So during this period, when Dean didn't think about Cerro Tree Turtle for the moment, the Potion Witch had made full use of it.
The final result is this new bottle of potion.
And its medicinal effect is closely related to the ability of the leaves.
Putting together the information obtained from the potion witch's gestures, Dean quickly figured out the effect of this potion.
In fact, it is not difficult to understand. Simply put, it is an upgraded version of the original leaves.
And the range has also been expanded from the original enhanced bloodline.
This was exactly what Dean needed.
Compared with the original energy, bloodline is undoubtedly included in it and is relatively small. By refining it into a potion, the magic medicine witch further stimulated the effect of the leaves and created an upgraded version of the potion. It also makes it more suitable for Dean's needs than simple leaves.
Not only can it enhance the bloodline, but it can also activate the energy in the body of Warcraft in all directions. The actual effect of this activation is not very strong, but it just meets Dean's needs.
The activated energy can be integrated with the external source energy.
This is undoubtedly a better solution than leaves. Realizing this, Dean's eyes lit up, as if he had found a treasure.
Feeling that he had clearly explained the function of the potion, the little potion witch waved to Dean, then took a half step back, closed the door, and plainly expressed the meaning of seeing off the guests.
The wind caused by the opening and closing of the door blew over the tip of Dean's nose. He touched his chin and decided to let it go this time for the sake of the Potion Witch being a meritorious minister.
With the new potion, Dean returned to the room in a good mood. According to the introduction of the potion witch, he took a few drops of the potion and diluted it.
The first experimental subject is, of course, the same kind of monster that the primitive insect plundered the energy from.
Dean poured the potion into its mouth, then caught the primitive insect and controlled it.
As the potion began to take effect, the Warcraft's body temperature gradually increased and its mood became manic.
Dean has been observing the changes in the monster. He dares to say that if he hadn't taken multiple safeguards and used double the amount of anesthesia, the monster would have broken through the iron cage and gone crazy.
This is really... a very thorough activation.
Dean took a half step back and couldn't help but sigh that the Potion Witch had not exaggerated at all in terms of the effect of the potion.
However, the efficiency is still too low.
He turned on the system, looked at some data changes of Warcraft, and frowned slowly.
Is it because there is no direct contact?
Dean glanced at the primitive insect adsorbed on the back of the monster. The light in its body dimmed a little, but compared with just now, the change was not very significant. It also showed the inefficiency of the monster's absorption from the side.
If it is consumed so slowly, the day lily will be cold.
Dean clicked his tongue and decided to try something. He put on his gloves and opened the mouth of the monster with force.
The next second, the primitive insect was controlled by mental power and stuffed into the big mouth full of fishy smell.
It's a good thing that the magic pet has no sense of smell, otherwise he would have fainted by now.
Dean opened the system panel again and was pleasantly surprised to find that doing so was actually somewhat effective. Although the efficiency was still not too high, it was at least much better than before.
Seeing two tentacles protruding from his side and taking over his work, Dean let go of his hand and walked quickly to the table.
His assumption was correct.
This potion can indeed stimulate the original power and merge with its similar energy.
Holding the scarce scarlet potion in his hand, the corners of Dean's mouth kept rising, and finally settled on an arc that didn't look very positive.
In the unknown world of his mind, he had already fast forwarded to how to use Sigma's "talent".
Transferring his talent to others, like transferring the origin of Warcraft, is definitely not a good choice.
Putting aside the technical and ethical issues, this talent is a hot potato.
Other talents are worth money at most, but his talent is worth life.
Those who are not immortal species are really unaffordable.
On the contrary, if it can be transferred to someone else, if the technology can meet the standards, Dean can reluctantly take it and recycle it.
After all, his greatest advantage is kindness, and the second is frugality.
Even if it is a piece of chicken that has been discarded like a shoe, Dean will not let it go easily if the monsters don't chew the bones again.
