My Adventure Diary of Reincarnating as a Bad Woman

"Do not."

Luo Xiweiya was shocked.

Calm Scale said slowly, "The Lord of Pale Color will not allow His garden to be completely destroyed, so the Dark Moon Land will not suffer a catastrophic disaster. However, simply loosening the soil is still within His tolerance."

"what do you mean?"

Calm Scale smiled ferociously and majestically, like a dragon king, but to Roshivia, who was familiar with it, there was a hint of ill intention in this smile.

She said, as if writing a note: "Dark Moon Land is about to suffer a disaster. This land will be reduced to ashes. You go inform Dai Hui and have her go to Serkar and the mountain tribes on my behalf to inform them of the impending disaster. How much benefit you can gain from this feast depends on your own ability."

"Yes."

Luo Xiweiya was about to retreat when suddenly a blue spring flew out from the mist and landed in her palm.

"The toys your business partner needs are ready. Take them away and don't leave them here to get in my way."

It was a handful of misty light like a clear spring, reflecting the sunlight and sparkling.

It was a little late when she met Miss Witch.

I don’t know when we will meet next time.

Putting Youquan aside, Luo Xiweiya called out to Daihui to convey her mother's wishes.

……

"You're awake and healthy. You seem to be alright."

The delicate fairy-like doll came close to Noita when she woke up and observed her complexion and mental state. After quickly confirming that she was fine, it ignored her and got back to the work at hand.

Right in front of him was a huge black cauldron, with a raging fire bursting and burning at the bottom, cooking the things in the cauldron with unparalleled firepower.

The puppet casually smelted the steel that had been tempered a thousand times into red iron slurry and poured it into a large cauldron. She picked countless precious ores from the rock wall, melted them into essence, removed impurities, and threw them into the cauldron, as if she was forging an incredible artifact.

Hot winds harsher than the Gobi Desert echoed and roared in the cave, threatening to kill all living things with their scorching heat. Even rocks were cracked by the heat.

Noita recognized this place. It was Wuhua's cave, and she was lying on an iron bed.

"Want something to eat?"

A cold call came from the side. Noita turned around and saw the Ice Dragonfly. A cold aura spread out with her as the center, protecting an area within a radius of three meters, so that Noita would not be dried up by the heat current.

"No, what's wrong here? I just took a nap, why did the cave turn into a furnace?"

"This is all because of you," Ice Dragonfly said coldly. "You slept so soundly that Lord Wuhua mistook your sleep for a coma. He then felt that you were too weak and decided to brew a potion to strengthen you. I shouldn't interfere with my employer's decision, but Noita, it's still too dangerous to wander around Gate City in an area of ​​unknown danger."

"I'm very alert and will wake up if someone approaches me."

"I stood beside you after discussing alchemy with Master Wuhua, and you remained indifferent the entire time."

At that time, Noita's consciousness was also sleeping in the Gate City.

Noita thought of an excuse without thinking: "You are protecting me, so I am not wary of you."

Ice Dragonfly glanced at her and said nothing.

Heat waves were rolling outside, and the impurities from the refined materials gathered into black clouds, drifting wantonly in the strong wind, leaving cruel and ugly charred scars on the walls of the cave. From a distance, it looked like purgatory.

Noita looked at the heat swirling outside the cold aura and instinctively felt that something was wrong. She looked around for Wuhua's trace: "Where is Lord Wuhua?"

Ice Dragonfly raised his hand and pointed, and when he looked in the direction he saw, it was the exquisite puppet that kept throwing various heavy metals into the cauldron.

Ice Dragonfly explained, "Master Wuhua reflected on the past and felt that he had indeed acted too hastily and failed to consider your body's threshold. Therefore, he forged a doll as a temporary carrier, hoping that you would like it."

Noita was stunned by the various ingredients and iron slurry cooked in the cauldron.

She asked Bing Qingting in disbelief, "Is this the potion Wuhua prepared for me?"

"Ninety percent likely."

Noita stared expressionlessly at the puppet that was still adding ingredients to the cauldron, and felt that her life was over.

People would even believe that this scene was about casting power armor.

For a moment, Noita wanted to escape from here, but no one could leave the holy mountain without the permission of the doe, so he could not escape even if he wanted to.

I just hope that Wuhua is not improvising, and this is really a magic potion for those who specialize in casting.

Professionals who believe in destroying themselves and rebuilding new bodies on the Path of Forging will take an alchemical potion to speed up the process of transforming into a body of steel. Although professionals on other paths will lose HP and add a series of poison buffs after taking it, as long as their physique is strong enough, there is basically no danger to their lives. If they can survive, they can also gain increased health and enhanced physique.

With Noita's perfect physique and the physical fitness improved by the log upgrade, she will probably suffer from diarrhea for a few days, but her life is not in danger.

Although she knew this, she was still worried when she saw the tragic scene where Wuhua looked like a witch making soup.

Diarrhea is not pleasant either.

Not long after, Wuhua completed the refining of the potion.

It is served in a pure gold container, the color is like amber, and it is as bright as lava. Ignoring the high temperature that can instantly dissolve molten gold, it looks very appetizing.

want to eat.

But is it really edible?

Chapter 81: Forging Oneself

"Eat it, Noita."

Wuhua held the container, a joyful smile on his face, and happily introduced the effects of this cup of lava to Noita.

"This is the Blood of Iron, the untold secret of the shamans. In the past, it was only bestowed upon meritorious warriors. By consuming the Blood of Iron, warriors can become stronger than steel, unable to withstand the blows of swords and axes. You previously told me not to harm you. I've thought about it and confirmed that I have no intention of harming you. It's simply that your body isn't strong enough to withstand my power."

"For this purpose, I created the Blood of Steel. It can strengthen your body, making you no longer as weak as before and able to withstand my power."

You are hurt because you are too weak, so I make you stronger so that I don't have to restrain my strength.

Noita was impressed by Wuhua's amazing wisdom.

She looked at the cup of boiling lava in embarrassment, her teeth aching.

Noita took the container, her face reflected in the amber-like surface. She asked persistently, "Is this really drinkable?"

"Okay." Wuhua saw Noita's disbelief and reached out his hand into the blood of steel. His white porcelain finger was temporarily submerged and motionless. After he lifted it up, it was still intact and not corroded by the blood of steel.

"I know what you're worried about. Don't worry, the lava is just an appearance. It's essentially an alchemical solution. It might be painful to drink, but after the pain, you'll be reborn. Remember to cry after you drink it. I haven't seen a girl cry in a long time."

Noita looked at the Blood of Steel for a while, and Wuhua was still looking at her with a smile.

After confirming that she could not escape this cup of potion today, she trusted Wuhua's skills, closed her eyes and drank it all.

clang.

The container fell from her palm and rolled along the ground. Noita covered her throat with her hands and bent over to vomit.

It’s so hard to drink!!!

It was like a nuclear reactor exploded in her mouth. The extremely bitter and spicy taste opened a concert stage in Noita's throat. The sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty flavors each had their own unique skills to dance in the girl's mouth.

Noita covered her throat, closed her eyes and vomited.

However, he couldn't spit out anything. The iron blood melted in his mouth and had already flowed through his body through his esophagus and capillaries.

After a moment, Noita understood what had happened.

Her sense of taste temporarily failed, the nerves responsible for taste were burned and recast, the pain she had experienced once again erupted in her body, like a flesh-shaping ritual, her muscles and bones were once again recast.

What a troubled body.

But once is new, twice is familiar, and now she is familiar with this kind of pain.

Noita released the hand that was strangling her throat, supported herself on her knees, trembled slightly, and remained silent.

Wuhua held her face lovingly. Her face was like a mask, stiff and tense. Only her eyes, which had turned red due to the blood of steel, emitted a dazzling and dangerous red light.

She comforted Noita like she used to comfort the apprentices in the tribe, guiding her to vent the pain of forging: "Don't endure it, Noita. Forging apprentices will choose to cry to vent their pain while forging their bodies. Cry, no one will laugh at you."

However, silence was Noita's response. From beginning to end, she was trembling silently, suppressing the pain in her throat so that it could not come out in the form of sound.

This made Wuhua sigh softly. The transformations of her school were often cruel and unbearable, and the degree of pain was the most severe among all the other paths.

Because the skilled often have to destroy the old blood bit by bit, replacing the soft flesh with cold steel. This process is extremely long and the pain is indescribable. When forging the body, the power of the forging is extremely huge. In order to prevent the professional from being destroyed, some means are often used to consume the violent power.

Roaring and wailing is the most cost-effective method.

Seeing that Noita was unwilling to speak, Wuhua explained the reason to her, hoping that she could understand the pros and cons.

But Noita's answer was still silence.

She was able to harness the Ironblood's furious power and tame him.

This time it was Wuhua's turn to be silent. She had already completed "renunciation of herself" and achieved transcendence, so she knew best the pain caused by the Blood of Steel. If Noita could successfully control this power, this mentality and endurance alone would be enough to support her in opening the door to transcendence.

Wuhua remained silent and placed her hand on Noita's back. If anything unexpected happened, she could at least keep Noita alive.

Inside Noita's body, Hongrong's power, which was still entangled with Noita, was stimulated by the Iron Blood. It grew vigorously, entwined itself with the scattered Iron Blood, and traveled throughout the body with it.

The blood of steel spread along his limbs and bones, like wildfire igniting a wilderness of blood, making the flowing blood hot and heavy. Every time it passed through a place, the blood of steel would consume an imperceptible amount, and at the same time it would also be stained with more red power.

After it traveled throughout the body, most of it was still left. At this time, how to place it became a problem. It flowed along the blood vessels and finally chose a good place for itself - Noita's heart.

The heart is the key place for blood flow and one of the sources of human power. All blood must pass through here. When it stays here, the blood of steel can effortlessly transform the blood, and then the blood will drive the strengthening of bone marrow, bones and flesh.

Hongrong's power, unwilling to be outdone, wrapped around her heart, and the originally evenly distributed power also had a center of gravity and became concentrated.

They suppress the violent activities of the Iron Blood and act as a buffer layer.

Just like the roots of the World Tree entwined with the earth flowing with molten lava, vitality and the blood of steel combined to become a tough thing that was difficult to cut. They merged into the flesh and blood, strengthened the body, and accelerated Noita's progress in mastering the power of Red Face.

At this point, the Iron Blood was tamed, and the damage in the body seemed severe, but Noita continuously drew on the iron's power to stop bleeding, using it to repair himself and generate stronger flesh and blood.

You have drunk the Blood of Iron. This potion, mixed with the blood of the earth, is a secret of the mountain folk's glorious past. Once upon a time, those who drank this blood formed a legion known as the Iron Warriors, bringing fear to the earth.

[Your physical fitness has been improved, and you have gained slight spell resistance. Iron Blood tried to change your profession, but you refused.]

Someone input some secrets into the Blood of Steel, and you touched them.

[Path of Casting Resonance Increased↑]

[To acquire the skill "Forging Art", do you want to spend 1000 experience points to learn it?]

Without waiting for Noita to react, various skills took shape in Noita's mind and were imprinted into her knowledge system through burning contact.

How to forge steel into a sharp blade, manipulate fire, and the simple method of killing the enemy... a lot of organized knowledge was stuffed into Noita's head.

Needless to say, this must be a means of material prosperity.

The pleasure of body repair comes slowly, like the yellow sand of the desert covering the pyramids, slowly suppressing the pain.

So, Noita finally came to her senses. She raised her head, her pupils returning to their dark color and looking coldly at the woman beside her.

"Master Wuhua, I am safe and sound. Thanks to you, I am alive and well."

ps: My friend asked me to go out and play, the next chapter will be around one o'clock tonight, woo

Chapter 82 Talent

Wuhua measured Noita's current physique with satisfaction. Although it didn't look much different from before, he could feel the abnormally high temperature on his body surface with his palm.

In Wuhua's observation, Noita is a fire man with distinct layers of colors.

The heart is the darkest in color. It has been transformed by a large amount of iron blood, producing scorching heat like an engine, constantly cleansing the blood flowing into the heart. The heavier blood, which is slightly lighter in color, brings heat to the cold limbs, continuously providing strength to the body, making their colors also become darker.

From a distance, it looks like an upside-down tree is drawn in the outline of a person.

Now Noita has a foundation far beyond the ordinary first level and a large amount of energy reserves, coupled with her unique regenerative ability, all these factors combined, she should not be easily injured by herself.

Wuhua thought happily and asked Noita if she wanted to continue learning the art of vibration.

"Of course I have to learn."

Noita's answer was very firm, because this guy had endured the same pain as the flesh-shaping ritual again. If he didn't replenish himself through the application of vibration learned from Wuhua, then her pain would be in vain.

"Then watch carefully."

Noita stared at Wuhua intently while preparing the journal to record.

Next, Wuhua whistled, and the air began to vibrate. The harmonious sound of the air triggered a change in magic power, causing the sharp sound to pierce the clouds and split the rocks like a sharp blade cutting into the ground. The energy condensed into a point caused a deep cut to appear on the ground.

Noita squatted down and groped for the trace that still retained warmth.

The surface of the cave is made of hard rock, and with the blessing of nature, it is harder than steel. Even if you chop it with an axe or hit it with a hammer, it is difficult to leave a white mark.

Wuhua just whistled softly and left this mark, which was really scary.