Lord of Rot

Chapter 307 Bloodline Herbs

"grown ups"

The herbal apprentice Vic held a book and said to Li Qi: "I already know what the herb you brought is."

"What is it?"

Li Qi asked impatiently.

"Bloodline herb, a herb that only exists in records," Vic said: "It is very difficult to cultivate this herb, and the seeds can no longer be found. It is said that as long as you eat this herb, it is possible to break through the bloodline boundary. , very precious.”

precious?

He remembered that there was a large area in Mao Beech Village, and there must have been one or two hundred trees there, otherwise he would not have been so generous as to feed the chickens.

"Bloodline herbs will not shorten lifespan, but will increase it," Vic said. "The more ancient power exists in the bloodline, the greater the changes in the body will be after eating this herb."

In this way, the corpse monitor lizard that has become a scum actually still has some kind of giant beast gene in its blood, otherwise it would not be half the size of the flying dragon.

"Is there an upper limit?" Li Qi asked.

"Bloodline is the upper limit." Vic nodded and said, "Just like the chicken you are feeding, it should reach its growth limit soon. Its ancestor may be some kind of magical beast."

Li Qi looked at the chickens in the cage. Even the monsters should be carnivorous captive monsters.

"Can the eggs laid by this chicken grow so big?" Li Qi asked.

This is what he cares about, whether the offspring he raises can inherit excellent genes.

"Yes" Vic nodded firmly.

"That's good," Li Qi said.

He was going to put this batch of chickens into the chicken farm immediately. The Warcraft chicken sounded delicious.

You can take the high-end food route in the future.

Li Qi asked again: "Is it difficult to cultivate this kind of herbal medicine?"

"It's difficult. I haven't found any corresponding records," Vic said. "If you can give me some more research, maybe I can get some results."

"No, you should study the lilac mushroom for now."

Since this kind of bloodline herb is very scarce, and since there is no way to grow it, using it for research can only be a waste.

On the contrary, what Li Qi has to consider now is how to use bloodline herbs to maximize their effect.

"You can give Rocket a try first. If it can stimulate the bloodline power to a greater extent, it is not impossible to develop from Hippogriff to Griffin."

As for who to take it to... it is best to make sure that there is a mysterious person in his bloodline, otherwise there is no use in activating all the bloodline power of a carpenter's son.

There is a saying in Lulea continent: People are noble because of their blood.

When 10 chickens and ducks were sent to the livestock village, Li Qi also arranged for a batch of chickens and ducks to go there specially, just to let her communicate with the chickens and ducks well and avoid any disputes.

But the result seems to be quite unexpected. After the 10 chickens and ducks left, the chicken pen and duck pen all became quiet and honest. Even the most crazy chickens became honest and well-behaved.

Racecourse.

Li Qi brought a wilted bloodline herb to Rocket's mouth. Rocket, who had absolute trust in him, didn't hesitate at all and opened his mouth to eat the herb.

"How do you feel?" Li Qi asked, staring at Rocket curiously.

"Cuckoo"

"Don't you feel your whole body getting hot, or a surge of power pouring into your body, making you feel like your body is going to explode?"

"Cuckoo"

Rocket said everything was normal, even the grass was a bit unpalatable.

"It seems that it has no effect on real Warcraft." Although Li Qi was a little regretful, it was also expected.

More than a month has passed, and Rocket has become almost the same size as a normal horse, only slightly shorter than a war horse.

Li Qi resisted not riding up, hoping that the rocket would grow again.

……

Deep in the dense forest, there is a newly opened silkworm breeding place.

The person responsible for taking care of the silkworms is Pigskin Boots, because he has a pair of precious and exquisite pigskin boots at home, worth 20 silver months!

It is said that a noble once made a bet with the father of pigskin boots and lost the pair of boots. Then this pair of precious boots became the name of pigskin boots.

He spent a lot of energy and financial resources to compete for the job of looking at silkworms. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that sericulture will definitely become a major industry in the Porcupine Territory in the future, like wine making, honey, soap, etc.

The earlier you become a responsible person, the more opportunities you will have.

After repeated selections, Pigskin Boots finally succeeded. He now manages more than a dozen people, and his main job is to raise newly hatched ant silkworms.

Pigskin Boots looked at the thumb-sized black bugs on the ground in front of him, his heart beating wildly.

It's weird and disgusting.

"No, run away now, I have to send them back."

Pigskin Boots could only hold on and pick up the broom to sweep back the ant silkworms that were trying to escape.

Fortunately, the ant silkworms just looked scary.

Apart from crawling around, it doesn't hurt anyone, and it doesn't move very fast.

Pigskin Boots would often doze off, and when he woke up he would find ant silkworms and run away for a short distance.

No wonder he was so tired that he wanted to sleep. In order to feed the ant silkworms, Pigskin Boots had to take people to pick leaves, but the appetite of these 300 little guys was amazing. Pigskin Boots often took more than a dozen people to pick leaves. It will be eaten up in less than half a day.

There are few people left to guard, and most people can only keep picking leaves, keep picking!

"When will I be able to eat enough?"

Pigskin Boots yawned and had to stand up again to prepare for picking.

Fortunately, the dense forest lacks everything except trees.

April is when the leaves are growing, and with some effort you can quickly cut down a batch of young branches.

What is tiring is not cutting branches, but plucking leaves from branches, which is tedious and boring.

"Pigskin Boots, the leaves are gone again!"

"Coming, coming right away!" Pigskin Boots quickly organized his men to send leaves inside.

Good job, but very tiring.

Pigskin Boots went back to sleep at night. As the steward here, he still had privileges, and some people were responsible for guarding him here overnight.

The price of ant silkworms is very high, and each one is a priceless treasure. If one of them dies without care, Pigskin Boots and the others will suffer.

In fact, Pigskin Boots doesn't want to go home and sleep, not because he loves his job, but because his wife caught him today.

As an old married couple, there is no need to be shy and give a subtle reminder. The wife in pigskin boots almost looked at each other, and then the two of them took off their pants and lay down.

No, one person is lying down and the other person is sitting.

Listening to the creaking sound in his ears, for some reason, Pigskin Boots missed the silkworm baby very much at this time.

"Boom boom boom!"

"What's wrong?" Pigskin Boots was shocked.

People outside shouted: "Oh no, they didn't eat any of the leaves we picked today."

"what!"

Pigskin Boots immediately pushed his wife away, picked up his pants, stood up and ran out.

His wife wanted to get up and remind her husband to put on clothes, but suddenly she remembered that she was not wearing any clothes either. It was not appropriate to run out like this.

But my wife always felt that Pigskin Boots seemed very happy when she left just now?

Part of the happiness is real, and part of it is despair.

"Aren't you going to eat anything?" Pigskin Boots asked.

"See for yourself, the leaves picked fresh today have not moved at all."

"How to do?"

"Do you want to report to the steward?"

Everyone was talking to each other, but no one could come up with a specific method.

Everyone knew that the lord valued this batch of silkworms very much. Although they had guessed what would happen if something went wrong, when the problem really happened, everyone was completely empty-headed.

"The Time Lord must be resting this time," Pigskin Boots said, "I will go to the castle to tell you tomorrow morning."

If he doesn't eat, he can't be saved, so he can only grit his teeth and hold on for the night.

Everyone in the sericulture department is inexperienced.

"You go back and have a rest." A young man said, "I am young and I will guard you here."

"No!" Pigskin Boots shouted excitedly: "I will guard here today. If anyone robs me, I will fall out with him!"

No one expected that Pigskin Boots would blame himself so much, and it was difficult to say anything but to leave and let Pigskin Boots take care of himself.

What a blessing it is to have such a steward who cares for everyone and is willing to take responsibility.

Everyone respects pigskin boots even more.

The April night wind blows.

Chilly.

The shirtless pigskin boots rubbed his arms uncomfortably, trying to warm him up, but the cool wind in the woods kept digging into his bones, so he could only hold his arms to resist.

It was a rough night.

Early the next morning, Pigskin Boots woke up in a daze, and suddenly found that the leaves had been eaten up.

Moreover, those finger-sized ant silkworms have grown in size, and each one is as big as two fingers.

"It turns out it's okay!" He breathed a sigh of relief and quickly sprinkled some of the leaves he prepared last night: "Eat quickly, my little ancestors, you can eat as much as you want!"

It's better to die from exhaustion than to death from fear.