"Are there only these potions?" Asked Mother Cynthia.

"Of course not, this is only the first batch of finished products. Next, the factory under the research institute of White Rock City will spare no effort to make a new type of plague nemesis to help the ally tribe through the difficulties." Cecilia said.

"How long does it take? My clan can't support it for too long." Madam Cynthia was really scared. She had already been instructed by the human procrastination in White Rock.

Fortunately, Cecilia gave her an accurate answer: "Up to seven days."

Mother Cynthia breathed a sigh of relief. According to her observations, the higher the nobility, the heavier the commitment. If this sentence was spoken by Cavaliers, she would have doubts, but Cecilia's credibility is undoubtedly higher.

Of course this is different from the drow. Due to the belief of Queen Spider-Ross, the drow elders are proud to be ridiculed and to make a profit.

Cecilia looked at Mother Cynthia's relief, and added: "Her mother, the scouts reported two days ago, and the spies of the survivors of the crime domain began to infiltrate the north. I hope you can send out good detection Arrested. "

"No problem." At this juncture, Mother Cynthia certainly responded, at least on the surface.

Cecilia was not fooled, she said: "The survivor spies don't know how many there are, but conservative estimates are not lower than ten teams. I hope you can capture at least half of them, otherwise they will destroy the pharmaceutical factory. Production, I am afraid it will be difficult to deliver on time. "

"... I understand." Of course, Mother Cynthia heard the threat of Cecilia's hidden needles.

"Then I will leave."

After Cecilia's departure, the two spider priests behind Mother Cynthia stepped forward to watch the box of the new Plague Elixir potion.

"This potion can really cure the deadly Plague poison of us?"

"Will humans deceive us?"

Two priestesses raised their doubts one after the other.

"No, if they fool us with fake medicine, the result is that all of our tribes will become the plague undead and become their enemies. This is what humans do not want to see, and it is also a hidden chip in our negotiations ... Otherwise, just now That female city lord would come up with more demanding conditions. "

Mother Cynthia slowly said, "Marcia, Alba ... This first batch of finished drugs is given priority for both of you."

The faces of the two priestesses changed slightly.

Marcia quickly said, "Master, how dare I take the antidote in front of you."

Another priestess, Alba, was obviously a lot more straightforward: "If the master and mother want to test the efficacy, they can find some ordinary people."

"You think I'm letting you test drugs?" Said Mother Cynthia coldly. "I have said that there is no problem with this medicine. Do you dare to defeat me? I want to re-evaluate your loyalty."

A vague murderousness spread across the camp.

The expressions of both priestesses collapsed.

Marcia bowed her head and said, "Yes, it's because we don't know what to do, it's against our mother's will. I hope my mother will give me another chance to use drugs."

"Yes, I am willing to use drugs after Marcia to relieve my mother and mother."

Marcia scolded herself, but under the watchful eyes of Cynthia, she still frankly picked up a tube of the new Plague Elixir and suffocated.

"How is it?" Cynthia asked.

"No ... nothing." Marcia paused for a moment, and sensed it carefully, she really didn't feel, and her pale skin and scars still remained the same.

"Humans lied to us with fake medicine!" Alba exclaimed.

Before the words fell, Marcia suddenly changed her face and sat on the ground with her belly in her hands.

"Poisonous! Humans are speculative, but they are actually poison!" Alba was glad.

"Stop." Mother Cynthia was much calmer, she reprimanded. "Take a closer look, Marcia's corpse is slowly receding."

This is indeed the case.

It didn't take long for the priestess Marcia to recover from her pain. Her skin returned a radiance, and her corpses disappeared. What used to look like a water-filled zombie is now at least a little bit more alive.

"How do you feel? This medicine is effective," asked Mother Cynthia.

"Effective. But the process is very painful. The irritation of this drug is very strong ... and I have not fully recovered. It should take at least two to three times to completely eradicate the plague virus." Marcia was thankful for the rest of her life.

"Well, I heard the female city owner said that the previous plague killer drug would take several weeks to heal. Now it seems that the effectiveness of the new plague killer drug has improved a lot, and it only takes a few times to recover. That polymath is really amazing. He is an excellent person. If you have the opportunity, you can visit and draw this polymath over. "

Said Mother Cynthia, and said to another priestess, "Alba, it is your turn to take the medicine."

After the Great Loss of Bethlehem, Mother Cynthia's sense of crisis was very strong. She was afraid that Marcia's test was a coincidence, so she would have to use the priestess Alba as a test sample again.

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The priestess Alba took the drug, and the effect was similar to that of priestess Marcia. After the severe pain, the symptoms of the necrotic plague eased.

Now, Mother Cynthia finally felt relieved.

"Master, what should we do next, obey the arrangement of the human city master to catch the spies of the survivors of sin?"

Mother Cynthia nodded: "Of course you have to go, and you ca n’t do anything about it. You must go all out. Did n’t you hear the implied meaning in the other person ’s words? If our results make them dissatisfied, the supply of antidote will appear Variable. Now our tribe desperately needs antidote to humans ... can't help but obey her assignment. "

"When the deadly plague virus in the body is completely eradicated, there is no need to look at the human face again," said the priestess Alba.

"Hum, not just looking at her face ..."

Mother Cynthia squeezed her fists, "I still want to occupy White Rock!"