"This is a life-extending potion, and the effect is not much, only five years. There is also the healing potion here, so give it to the old man." Cassandra took out the potion and handed it to Cro.

Crow's hands were shaking as he held the potion bottle.

This is really known that I was waiting for someone to come, so I prepared a life-extending potion in advance.

This is the right medicine. Plasticolake is because he is peeking into the future and is backfiring by time and has lost a lot of life.

Otherwise, Pollorik would definitely live longer and be more moister than himself.

This is the only professional among cave dwellers!

Oh, no, the only two professionals.

The priest in front of him is also a professional, and he is obviously much stronger than Plolic.

This kind of aura is possessed by the strong men in the Dark Elf Tribe.

This should be a strong man above the black iron!

"Father, hurry up and take medicine to the elder!" Clor said quickly. He looked at his father's trembling arms, for fear that his father would knock over the potion.

You know, this kind of life-extending medicine is very expensive. It was because of chance that their Jinyang tribe got a bottle under the command of the elder.

The effect is not very good, that is, it only extends life for three years.

This bottle of potion was consumed several times by the elders, which relieved the backlash.

But the problem of life span cannot be solved.

Although this bottle is only five years old, it is also very precious.

Life-extending medicine, not to mention years, even in days, the price is absolutely not cheap.

Crow then realized and quickly asked someone to help Pullolik up and carefully poured Pullolik into Pullolik with the longevity potion.

It was time for Bolurik's body to be exhausted and the lamp was exhausted. Crow took a little effort to pour the life-extending potion.

Even so, some of the potions were spit out by Pelrolik, which wasted a lot.

Cassandra estimated that the amount was wasted about a few months.

Fortunately, this potion is indeed useful. Is it useless to refine it by Lord Lord?

It is said that in the previous auction, Lord Lord's potion was sold at a sky-high price.

Just this bottle, I lost Lao Duo.

However, if this old man could be saved, the prophecy in his eyes would be very useful.

This is not a waste.

After a while, Berrolik opened his eyes and let out a moan.

"Elder, how are you?" Clor asked anxiously.

Bolurik felt his body for a moment and said in surprise: "Very good, it has never been better in the past few years. Are we?"

He was unconscious before and had no idea where he was.

Crow quickly explained: "We arrived at the Green Grass Tribe. The pastor knew that we were coming for a long time and had prepared a life-extending potion. I have taken the life-extending potion to you just now."

Then Bolulik nodded in understanding: "No wonder I feel that my life span has been replenished. I don't know who is a pastor, please allow me to pay homage to the True God. I am willing to take refuge in the True God's seat and contribute everything to the True God."

Everyone looked over, especially the people from the Jinyang tribe, who seemed very excited.

But Cassandra said, "You take the healing agent first. Your health is not well. Wait for you to rest for one night and then baptize tomorrow."

Bolulik was a little disappointed. He was eager to see the image of the true God and to convert to the true God.

Seeing this, Cassandra paused and said, "I have baptized once today. Holy water is lacking and it takes time to condense."

This is the truth. Lin Chuan provided the first holy water. Lin Chuan was not ready to continue to influence the next thing.

Therefore, all the holy water after this needs to be made by Cassandra himself.

The sermon is credited with Cassandra, and the holy water required for the sermon naturally needs Cassandra to make it.

This is something that every sermon pastor needs to go through.

Bolurik's talent is indeed good, but Lin Chuan has also given life-extending potion.

Lin Chuan had not enough raw materials in his hand. If Yao Tongtong and others did not retrieve the raw materials from the tomb of the Dead, there would not be much life-extending potion in Lin Chuan's hand.

This is one of the few bottles left.

Although he was a little unwilling to give up, Cassandra was not wrong. Besides, Borolik's body is indeed very weak.

Crow quickly took the healing potion for Bolurike. He watched Bolurike's face improve slightly, and then he relaxed.

However, recovery is also a process. Even if the medicine is good, it cannot be recovered immediately.

This is weakness accumulated over the years and is not that easy.

Perhaps he could not see the statue of the god immediately and could not convert to the true god immediately. Pollorik had several ups and downs, and his body could not bear it and began to become confused.

Watching him slowly close his eyes and gradually fall asleep.

Crow and Clor were also relieved. The elder had not been sleeping like this for many years.

"Let's go, I've got people ready for blue light mushrooms and some clean water, come with me." Remy said with a smile.

In the past, when they faced the Jinyang tribe, they all liked each other. How many people are there in the Green Grass Tribe and how many people are in the Jinyang Tribe?

Even if they are at the bottom of society, there are differences between the upper and lower levels.

The Jinyang tribe is the big ant among the ants, at least richer than the Green Grass tribe.

In the underground world, clean water is also very precious.

The environment of the underground world is without rain, so to find clean water, you must find a clean spring.

But those good springs are all in the hands of tribes such as the Dark Elves, Taurus and Grey Dwarves. It is not so easy for the cavemen to want some clean water.

The easiest thing they get is the dew collected from the leaves of the blue light mushroom.

But how much dew can there be like this?

That's why it is said that clear water is the most precious resource in the underground world.

Even for the tribe of the Dark Elves, this kind of clear water is lacking.

Several people were talking and laughing, at least on the surface. As for what they thought in their hearts, only they knew.

Even if he is a caveman, he is always oppressed.

But with the hope of rising, while Ah Zi was excited and encouraged, the struggle for power and profit was inevitable.

This is society, whether it is human or other races.

Cassandra doesn't care about the affairs between the cavemen. Anyway, he has grasped the right to preach and is the first pastor among the cavemen.

No matter how the Jinyang tribe and the Green Grass tribe compete for power, there are also the cave dweller tribes that may be joined in later.

Cassandra is sure to win anyway, and no one can bypass him.

"It's all my favor, thank you!" Cassandra lowered her head and began to pray. He knew where his authority came from.
Chapter completed!