Chapter 332: Devastating side effects
Translated by: Chua
Edited by: TN and Elkassar
An ordinary wine pouch.
Back at the summit of the icy mountain, he had stolen this very cowhide pouch from the mutilated ss of a Tentacled-freak corpse!
(TN: This happened in chapter 19, the mutilated clump of flesh he retrieved from the Tentacled-freak)
But more crucially, the contents inside this pouch wasn’t alcohol!
It was the outco of Saruman’s experintal breakthrough; a gene-mix - ‘Mucus of the Ocean-freak of Moria’ !!!
This item was a miracle; the more severely injured the consur was, the more ‘Mucus of the Ocean-freak of Moria’ would trigger its potential, allowing his health to swiftly replenish! HP regeneration speed would be raised; to ranging from ‘every 10 seconds restores 1 HP’ to ‘10 HP restored every second’, duration last for 120 minutes.”
No doubt to the current Sheyan, his wounded state was of the extre limit! This signified…once he drank down this potion, it would completely negate the negative effects of ‘Vitality Evaporation’! As for the repercussions of consuming it, to hell with it! If the realm wouldn’t be able to treat the side effects, then Sheyan would live with it!
Without panicking, he raised the wine pouch, swirling it around before pressing upwards with his thumb. “Pop!” he pried open the cork. At this mont, he was smiling while nodding, as he faced Lurtz whose eyeballs were about to erupt, and raised the wine pouch. Then he gulped it down. His string of actions were courteous and refined, carrying the air of a gentleman; the appearance of a toast done by an european nobility!
Actually, it was because of this item that Sheyan was willing to allow Reef to carry every single Ocean-freak Moria’s eggs away. But he miscalculated one point; that was ‘Mucus of the Ocean-freak of Moria’ could only restore health, but the egg was a full restoration.
Lurtz was ruined. He shut his eyes, as he quietly leapt down the cliff rock and headed back to the orc tropolis; even any energy left to fu was depleted. Although Sheyan’s powers in his eyes was akin to an ant, but……this pesky ant, had actually left such a crushing defeat and tornt in his heart!!!
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Dancing shadows cast onto the cavern wall by a fla.
A gentle resin aroma filled the air. Occasional sounds of crackle could be heard.
Placed horizontally above the bonfire was a thick branch, with a fat trout pierced through it. The roasting fire shriveled its skin, splitting it and exposed its snowy white flesh. The fish oil dripped into the lapping flas, ignited it further. Small explosions of indigo surfaced amidst the flas, fus spiralled up constantly.
After a short roasting, nurous cracks appeared on the fish, its alluring fragrance perated into the air. Sheyan was awakened by the fragrance; previously when passing out at the narrow pass, it wasn’t because of ‘Mucus of the Ocean-freak of Moria’, but because of losing too much blood and the freezing winds. Sheyan was basically no different from an ordinary human, naturally he passed out. However, its regenerative effects were indeed miraculous, completely suppressing the vile effects of ‘Vitality Evaporation’.
Once he woke, lody who was roasting the fish hurriedly rushed to support him. Sheyan attempted to move his limbs, sighing with relief when he could. His wounds seed to have been treated by lody using her healing divine arts. Apart from the weakness of losing too much blood, he was fine.
Sheyan suddenly recalled sothing, he instantly asked out anxiously.
“How long have I been unconscious?”
lody tilted her head to blow the fire, stroking her silver hair as she gently replied.
“Around 4 hours. Don’t worry, we’ve successfully escaped. It is relatively safe here, those orcs will never find us.”
Sheyan imdiately heaved a sigh of relief. The reason he had taken the risk to flee, was regarding one extrely crucial matter; which would probably require more than half an hour of ti. From lody’s statent, he still had roughly 3 hours left in this world, which was more than enough ti to spare.
His mind relaxed, suddenly feeling rather hungry. Without being courteous, he received the fish before wolfing it down. The trout lived in a cold environnt, it was extrely fat, its flesh incomparably exquisite. Especially its black rolled skin, though its appearance was subpar, delicious flavors burst out with one bite; leaving behind a morable after taste.
After Sheyan wretchedly consud half the fish, he suddenly realized there was only one and lody hadn’t eaten yet. He couldn’t help embarrassedly snickering.
“This……I will catch another later.”
lody giggled and lightly whistled. 7-8 plump squirrels started scurrying in as they dumped 16-15 pinecones. lody easily removed the shell and ate the nut, shooting a sneaking expression at him.
“Don’t bother, I’ll just eat this. Anyway, back in Rivendell, I don’t eat flesh.”
Sheyan leaned against the wall comfortably, raising his hand to eat his fish but this action slightly tugged against his chest wound, causing him to frown. lody was rather sensitive, sitting beside him as she ate. Sheyan was probably too hungry, after finishing the trout, he still wasn’t satisfied. As he observed the slender white fingers stained with glossy oil, he couldn’t help licking her finger.
With this one lick, lody instantly trembled violently. It felt like a current shot through her fingers, numbing her entire body; in a flash, her breathing beca heavier. Her body all along contained a fresh odour enshrouding her body, now this odour gradually transford into an unbelievable fragrance. It was like a raging sumr heat fumigating the night, a hint of tuberose that pleased the spirit; inciting an intoxicated urge.
This sensation was sothing lody had felt before, it was the sa back in the cave when she crawled atop Sheyan to voice out her feelings. Amidst the long life of an elf, there had a patience that of a tree, calm and graceful; hence, it was hard for them to feel this sort of fragrant burning subli passion.
Because he still felt hungry, Sheyan licked her finger totally clean. Right now, he suddenly felt the atmosphere was weird, he couldn’t help noticing that rich charming aroma. He then observed lody’s red flushed face, as she lowered her head; her gaze extrely alluring. Sheyan was moved, trying to think of a way to ‘abduct’ this maiden. Instead, he heard lody’s sheepish timid voice.
“What sort of feeling is this? Why is it so strange? So weird……it’s like my entire body is burning up, I haven’t felt this weird before.”
She suddenly stretched out her slender white hand again, looking sowhat bashful.
“Although this may seem rather overboard, but……protector can you kiss my hand? I really want to understand that weird sensation.”
Faced with such a request, how could Sheyan reject. He pulled lody’s hands in, starting from her fingertip as he slowly kissed upwards. His tongue wantonly lingered over the snowy white skin of lody. The thick intense aroma beca denser, the sll becoming as heavy as a rose.
When Sheyan’s passionate lips touched against lody’s pointed ears, she couldn’t resist any longer. Throughout the tiny gap of her lips, she suddenly emitted an impatient yet feeble and shivering yelp.
That yelp sounded like a kitten purring, brimming with ignorance and purity, hinting a subtle enticent.
Suddenly, without the constant refuelling of firewood, the bonfire gradually extinguished, leaving behind tiny wisps of embers flickering in the darkness. Under the dim lighting, lody’s bare snowy skin radiated, her slender long legs were coincidentally wrapped around Sheyan’s waist. Her eyes shut tightly, her cheeks dizzily red as she started actively searching for Sheyan’s lips to return his kisses. Though the snowy winds brewed outside, this cave was filled with romantic harmony.
Sheyan was originally a person with great self-control, yet gradually bit by bit, he removed the covers on the elf maiden’s body. He couldn’t help gasping at the pure glossy whiteness, and unable to maintain himself, he kissed her while gently fondling. A low shaky moan was returned.
Moreover, this elf was rather different than most humans; she did not host a bashful reluctance, instead she allowed nature to take its course, sincere and calm. To many of Sheyan’s request, lody had tried her best to complent, causing Sheyan’s heart to be determine in cherishing this one. Yet a burning ruthless impulse gradually built up in his heart, it was like a fire burning slowly, licking as it burnt brighter……his thirst and hunger was at its maximum, only by venting would it extinguish this fla!
“Damned!” Sheyan suddenly beca aware. “Don’t tell this is the side effect of that Ocean-freak Moria gene-mix? It can sink a person into a burning fervor in an instant?” Then his rationality thoroughly subrged………
The following was naturally violent winds and rainstorm, an insatiable plundering, lapping and chewing. The miserable lody endured silently, timidly welcoming, occasionally issuing a frail, incomplete hum, as though it carried a secret grudge. This undoubtedly fueled Sheyan’s fla, his brazen wanton flas……
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