Swire Overlord

Chapter 247 Bloodthorn Red
The Snow King's face was gloomy, and killing intent flashed in his eyes. The words of these alchemists were obviously threatening him. If he didn't deal with Zhao Yufan, these alchemists would not study the plague. But Zhao Yufan was right, how should he deal with it?
Seeing that the prince did not speak, Ma Hai showed a sinister smile, squeezed out a few tears from his eyes, and said in a low voice: "If the prince does not punish him, then I have nothing to say. I will resign tomorrow and leave here."

"Our lives can't be guaranteed, why should we stay here? Let's go together tomorrow. Everyone said... isn't it?"

"Yes! Let's go tomorrow!"

"Leave tomorrow!"

Zhao Yufan, who had been silent all this time when he saw the crowd threatening the King of Hanxue in the name of leaving, sneered and asked, "Heh... how do you think it's appropriate to punish me?"

Hearing that Zhao Yufan spoke in person, the chaotic scene instantly quieted down. They wanted to teach Zhao Yufan a lesson, but as for how to punish them, they really hadn't thought about it.

Ma Hai stared at Zhao Yufan resentfully, and said fiercely, "I'll kill you!"

Hearing this, not only the Hanxue God King and Zhao Yufan were stunned, but also the alchemists around looked at Ma Hai in surprise, unable to believe why he would say such vicious words.

It was true that everyone hated Zhao Yufan, but they didn't have much grievances. They really didn't think about killing people if they opened their mouths.

Liu Mu frowned and glared at Ma Hai, and walked out of the crowd with an angry expression, "Nonsense! Zhao Yufan made a mistake, it is true, but the crime does not deserve death! In my opinion, let him go to the barracks to take care of those warriors, and he can still Let him check the plague condition, so as to punish him and not delay his work, what do you think?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent.

Liu Mu seemed to be helping Zhao Yufan, but there was actually not much difference between killing Zhao Yufan and letting Zhao Yufan enter the barracks to take care of the warriors.

There are two types of patients now, one is ordinary plague patients, and the other is warrior plague patients. Among ordinary plague patients, they, warriors and alchemists, have the ability to resist, but among warrior plague patients, they are alchemists. Both masters and warriors have a high chance of being infected. Not long ago, more than a dozen warriors were infected with the plague.Asking Zhao Yufan to take care of the infected warrior is almost to let him be infected with the plague, so the consequences...

King Hanxue stared at Liu Mu, his eyes slowly swept across the crowd, and asked with a trace of anger: "Do you think this is appropriate?"

Feeling the anger in the Snow King's tone, Liu Mu was startled and couldn't help hesitating. He never thought that with such a noble status as the Snow King, he would care about such a small person.The other alchemists are arrogant, but they are not worth mentioning in front of the Snow King. Now the Snow King is dissatisfied with their actions, of course they have to think carefully.

Just when everyone was about to reduce the degree of punishment, Zhao Yufan suddenly spoke. His words made everyone present stupefied.

"I'll take care of the infected fighters!"

King Hanxue looked at the masked boy in front of him in surprise, very confused.

In addition to the shock, Liu Mu and Ma Hai's faces also showed a trace of joy and surprise. The joy was that Zhao Yufan was looking for his own death, and the surprise was Zhao Yufan's decision.

"Have you made up your mind?" The Snow King asked solemnly.

"Ok!"

Zhao Yufan answered firmly, glanced at the alchemist in front of him, and suddenly said: "Everyone, I will take care of the infected warriors this afternoon, shouldn't you also go to save people?"

The alchemists opened their mouths, feeling speechless at this moment.King Hanxue knew that Zhao Yufan had something to say to him alone, so he waved his hand to signal the alchemists to leave.

After the alchemists left, Zhao Yufan looked a little lonely and desolate looking at the lonely pines and cypresses in the courtyard and the pots of bewitching 'blood thorn red' flowers.He seems to be these hard-to-survive trees and flowers, being squeezed out and plotted against everywhere, and always resisting the interference from the outside world.

"Don't look at the beauty of the blood thorn red long, it is extremely ugly before it blooms, and it will grow in the ice peak!" The Snow God King said lightly, wanting to enlighten Zhao Yufan, but who knew Zhao Yufan's words, what he said Speechless, he could only smile wryly.

"Senior, I am more beautiful than Bloodthorn Red!"

After a brief silence, Zhao Yufan said seriously: "The plague is getting worse and worse, and it must be controlled as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences will be dire. I hope the emperor can send someone to build me a room, in which I need medicinal materials, an alchemy furnace, and pens and inks."

"Okay, where to build the room?"

"Since I'm going to be punished, the room is naturally where the infected warriors are."

King Hanxue stared at Zhao Yufan for a long time, nodded and said, "Okay! I hope Master Sword Demon returns safely."

In the vast white snow field, there is a basin. In the basin, tents are crowded together in a disorderly manner, and from time to time there are shouts of scolding or the clash of weapons.Tents were neatly lined up within a mile of the basin, often patrolled by soldiers.

The basin used to be called 'Yuwankeng', but now it is called Death Pit, because hundreds of people die here every day, sometimes more than 1000 people die, and all the dead are buried at the bottom of the basin.

All the people in the basin were infected with the plague, and the people above the basin were not infected with the plague. They were responsible for guarding the place to prevent anyone from leaving. As long as someone crossed the red warning line drawn, the soldiers above would issue bows and arrows.

The people in the basin are warriors and soldiers infected in the snowy region. Although they are infected with the plague, they still have the strength to shout and fight.

Not long after Zhao Yufan came to the basin, he also learned about the situation in the basin. This group of warriors who were infected knew that they could not leave the basin, so they could only vent their emotions. They vented in different ways, but they were all extremely excited. A reason for yelling and fighting.

Glancing at the houses under construction on the edge of the basin, Zhao Yufan showed a smile and walked into the basin.The road in the basin has been sloping down, and it is a bit inconvenient to walk. In addition to the perennial snow, it is even more difficult to walk.

When the infected people found Zhao Yufan, some would hit him on purpose, some would push him from behind, and some would even throw various objects at him. According to them, this was a kind of welcome.

Zhao Yufan didn't like this kind of welcome, so he avoided it as much as possible, but there were too many objects thrown around him, and he turned into a beggar after all. His pure black clothes were already colorful, and there was a broken egg shell on his head. , the light yellow and egg white are mixed together, and slowly flow between the hair strands, forming filaments and films.

"Haha, welcome to our new friend!"

"Hey! Welcome!"

"Welcome, welcome, welcome into the pit of death."

"Congratulations, you are now one step closer to death."

They laughed so hard that they almost shed tears, and their pupils were full of despair and fear.

Zhao Yufan wiped the stains on the mask, and said in a hoarse voice: "I am an alchemist, I will try my best to help you, and I hope you will cooperate!"

Alchemist!
These three words were like a flame, igniting the dead hearts of the people again, and they saw hope, although the hope was slim.

(End of this chapter)