Chapter 414 - Improved Effects

Compared to basic potion making, the upper limit of intermediate potion making was level 30. There was also an additional 1 intelligence point bonus and the possibility of making potions with high-level effects.

"Not bad! " Fang Heng was satisfied.

He put away the potion and looked around the warehouse.

Next, he could set up the production line!

There were still three hours until daybreak, and he would produce a mass amount of potions.

Fang Heng shifted his gaze to the potioneers in the corner who had gathered together and were clicking their tongues in admiration.

"Everyone, please help. "

The dozen or so potioneers immediately stopped their conversation.

Seeing Fang Heng's burning gaze, they immediately recalled the previous experience of staying up all night to sort medicinal ingredients, their legs turning weak.

Fang Heng smiled. "I'll have to trouble all of you to sort the medicinal ingredients. "

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First was the distribution of the ingredients. Fang Heng would have the zombie team help him move boxes of the ingredients to the potioneers.

Then, the potioneers would sort the ingredients into sets.

After that, the zombie team would move the sorted ingredients and pack them according to the potion grade.

It was the perfect arrangement he thought of.

"Hint: your zombie clone has completed the production of the modified warlord potion. Current quality: D. "

"Hint: you have gained 4 intermediate potion making skill experience points. "

"Hint: your zombie clone has completed... "

Game hints kept refreshing.

Looking at the preliminarily completed production line, Fang Heng felt a sense of satisfaction.

"No, wait! There's still room for improvement in the production line. I can make some minor adjustments to speed up the efficiency. " Fang Heng rubbed his chin and started to carefully study the production line.

Some of the ingredients wouldn't be damaged after failure, so he couldn't waste them. He had to open a new production line where the zombies would send suck ingredients back to be re-sorted.

"How should I go about doing it? Hmm... I know! I just have to change this part! Also, the zombies' movements affect one other, so I'll have to rearrange the layout of the production line. No, no, this doesn't work. I'll have to rearrange it, " thought Fang Heng.

As the production line was set up again and again, the refresh rate of the game log was constantly increasing.

Fang Heng drank bottles of coffee, enjoying himself.

...

The next day, the sun was shining brightly.

The warehouse door was pulled open with a swoosh.

Two Scavenger Army elites stood at the entrance of the warehouse, carefully sizing up the interior of the warehouse.

Without Fang Heng's permission, they would not dare to enter the warehouse.

The night before, there was a rumor that spread throughout the entire Edge Creek Town.

It was said that the warehouse was densely packed with Lickers controlled by Fang Heng and that a person who had barged into the warehouse without thinking was eaten by the Lickers until nothing was left of them.

Later on, Roche came out to refute the rumor.

If anyone entered the warehouse and disturbed Fang Heng, even if they weren't eaten by the Lickers, they would probably have their legs broken and then thrown out to feed the zombies.

The two stood at the door and shouted toward the dim warehouse, "Commander Fang, are you there? Roche and Osborne have been waiting for you for more than half an hour. "

"Eh? What? It's already dawn? " Inside the warehouse, Fang Heng, who was counting the medicinal ingredients, came back to his senses when he heard the shout outside the door. He subconsciously gulped down a mouthful of coffee.

"It's a pity that there are still many medicinal ingredients left to be sorted... " Fang Heng muttered to himself. He then shouted, "Come in and help me drive the trucks out. "

"Yes! " The two Scavenger Army elites carefully walked into the warehouse.

After staying up all night, the potioneers' and NPCs' eyes were bloodshot, and they all looked relieved.

Finally, they could rest!

Fang Heng walked out of the warehouse.

Outside the door, Roche and Osborne were waiting for him.

Osborne walked forward and asked, "Fang Heng, how's the potion making? Several regions are pressing for it. They are under a lot of pressure and urgently need supplies of it. "

"Everything is under control. " Fang Heng nodded and gestured behind him.

Soon, a few trucks filled with big boxes drove out of the warehouse.

"The potions have already been loaded onto the back of the trucks. "

"Okay! " Osborne's eyes lit up. He jumped up and boarded one of the large trucks, then took out one of the bottles of potion to check.

As soon as the potion was in his hand, Osborne frowned slightly. "Hmm? "

He thought, "Why's the color of the potion a little different? It has a slight yellow color. "

"It's a normal phenomenon. " Facing Osborne's gaze, Fang Heng casually waved his hand and explained, "The effectiveness of the first-generation warlord potion is not the highest. I made some minor adjustments. This is an improved version with better effects. "

"Improved? ! " Inwardly, Osborne was even more surprised. "Fang Heng found a way to improve the warlord potion that was personally developed by the founder of the Scavenger Army, Cook Barn? "

"Haha! Fang Heng! You are really good! " Osborne exclaimed.

Meanwhile, Roche did not have as many thoughts as Osborne. He was even a little dissatisfied with Osborne's dawdling. He urged, "Osborne, quickly give me a bottle to taste! "

Osborne secretly cursed Roche for being an idiot. He directly threw the potion in his hand at Roche.

Gulp, gulp.

Roche took the potion, unscrewed the lid without hesitation, and directly raised his head to pour all of the potion down his throat.

Roche was stunned as the potion greatly stung his tongue. As he felt a warm current flowing down his throat, his entire body went through a transformation.

Creak, creak...

Roche clenched his fist so hard that it made a creaking sound. The blood vessels in his pupils became apparent, making his eyes appear bloodshot, and blue veins appeared faintly under his skin.

Crash!

Roche crushed the bottle in his hand.

"Hahaha! The effects are awesome! "

Roche turned around and looked at Fang Heng with a fervent gaze. "Fang Heng! I want this kind of potion! The more the better! "

"Is it really that powerful? " thought Osborne, puzzled. He then also gulped down the warlord potion.

The potion was like a ball of fire that instantly flowed through his entire body!

Osborne clenched his fists and felt a surge of strength flowing into his limbs. There seemed to be an endless amount of strength in his body. An impulse to destroy everything rose from the bottom of his heart.

He was not sure about its effects in actual battle, but from the bottom of his heart, Osborne felt that the warlord potion had improved by at least 50% compared to before!

At the same time, the bloodthirsty impulse had also increased significantly compared to before!

Taking a deep breath, Osborne forcefully suppressed the bloodthirsty impulse in his heart and used his bloodshot eyes to look at Fang Heng.

His eyes were filled with astonishment as he mused, "How did he do it? First, he produced a large number of warlord potions, and now, a day later, he improved the potion's effects... This young man would completely change our army! "

Fang Heng asked, "How is it? "

"Very good. " Osborne confirmed with Fang Heng, "Are you sure that the potion doesn't have any negative effects? "

"At least, we didn't find any during the testing. "

"F*ck, you're so troublesome. Who cares about the negative effects? It's best if you don't want potions. We'll use them! "

As Roche spoke, he secretly winked at Fang Heng and waved his hand. "Brothers, this truck's potions are ours! "