Wizard: I'm leveling up by AFK in another world

To Claire's surprise, Simon did not abandon Claire's joining the group because of Rod, unlike the others.

He also stated with absolute certainty that the two of them were already members of the team without Isabella's permission.

Although Claire didn't believe that she deserved such treatment simply because she was an apprentice potion master.

But he had no reason not to accept an offer from a team of three advanced apprentices.

After quietly waiting for Claire and Rhodes to passionately recognize each other, Simon said that a mission would be assigned soon, and that the two should prepare accordingly.

"Do you have any orc or elf captives?" Claire asked.

"Prisoners?" Simon was somewhat surprised. "We captured quite a few, just a side effect. But why are you asking this?"

"I need slaves to brew potions."

"I can't believe it," Simon said, looking Claire up and down with an exaggerated expression. "You have such a kind appearance, but your alchemy skills are so wild."

"Look at the price..."

"No need, no need, let's be friends!" Simon was still overly enthusiastic. "But we're mainly busy with the mission, so we haven't captured many. Use it sparingly."

"In that case, we'll just use the orcs."

Although the elves' greater magical affinity allows them to collect more pain, the rapid depletion of their power inevitably arouses suspicion.

"It seems the methods are quite cruel..." Simon smiled meaningfully.

……

……

Over the next week, Claire, with poor Rhodes, managed to barely establish herself in this makeshift base.

Using his status as an apprentice potion master, he accepted rescue missions issued by the base and earned a considerable number of contribution points.

Although Rhodes doesn't have the ability to earn contribution points on his own, as Simon said, his strength lies in his "sturdiness," so he can still help run errands and collect potion ingredients.

The contribution points helped the two obtain a house in the inner circle of the base near the starship wreckage, thus bidding farewell to the chaotic order of the outer circle.

"If you ask me, this Balman really doesn't deserve to challenge Salos," Rhodes muttered, lying on the bed. He hadn't enjoyed a soft bed in a long time. "And after all this time, the base is still a mess!"

Although the elves and orcs dared not attack the base, the disorganized army still had not been reorganized.

Many of the withdrawn squads were short of personnel, and there was no one to manage and reorganize them, which led to many squads either having to fend for themselves or disbanding on the spot.

To make matters worse, although the search and rescue team brought back a lot of extraordinary materials, there was a severe shortage of people who could process them into usable potions or equipment.

Faced with this dire situation, the base management, led by Balman, did nothing, as if they had given up.

Claire, however, did not think so.

Given that this interdimensional conquest is highly likely related to the spiritual path of a level three archmage, the people sent by the Wizard Tower to assist him should not be of this level.

More likely, Balman, as the legion's current top combat force, is facing a problem that prevents him from fully dedicating himself to reorganizing the legion.

Is it a hidden indigenous deity? Or is it the deep blue beam of light that caused Thalos's disappearance?

Claire couldn't guess, but her intuition told her that a huge crisis was looming over the conquering legion.

Unfortunately, he was only a mid-level apprentice.

Let's focus on the present first.

He turned his gaze to the three large iron cages in the center of the room.

"Roar! Let me go! You damned demon!"

"The totem will curse you! Even as a ghost, I will bite your throat off!"

More than a dozen orc prisoners were held in the large iron cage.

The goods Simon sent were quite good.

They were all tough survivors of that attack, incredibly resilient.

Faced with the harmless curses from the crowd, Claire expressionlessly picked up a freshly prepared syringe filled with dark green liquid.

This scene is quite sinister.

This is a simplified version of a painkiller he concocted using the spiritual plants around the base and a little bit of neurotoxin.

Although it's not as good as the special potion made for those corrupted by the abyss, it's good enough as long as it works in this time of scarcity.

As the potion was administered, the orc's cursing abruptly ceased, replaced by an extremely shrill scream.

It felt as if countless red fire ants were flowing through its veins, frantically gnawing at its nerve endings.

In Claire's vision, thick, impenetrable gray mist kept emanating from the orc's body.

He made a grasping motion with both hands, and the mist seemed to be summoned, gathering towards his palms.

Half an hour later, the beastmen were all limp in their cages, too weak to even groan.

Claire turned to look at the simple alchemy table.

A jumble of bottles and jars lay scattered on the table. Most of these were things he had siphoned off from the base's rations for treating the wounded, using his identity as a potion master.

The contents included common hemostatic herbs, residues of low-grade antidotes, and some unknown mineral powder obtained from Rhodes.

"The conditions are really rudimentary..."

Claire sighed.

The volcanic zone of the Ironblood Continent has a harsh environment, filled with fire poison, sulfur fumes, and potential mental interference.

After researching, he decided to prepare two kinds of medicine:

Highly effective fire-resistant agent and calming and tranquilizing agent.

The problem is that none of the standard ingredients are available here.

"If glacial water is unavailable, use cold iron ore powder as a substitute... although the side effect is that it will slow down blood flow and cause limb stiffness."

"If we don't have Tranquilizing Flowers, we'll use Magic Mushroom spores... The side effect is that they may cause mild hallucinations."

Claire's brain raced, reorganizing the formula in her mind.

Compared to other potion makers, he has a significant advantage: he doesn't need to consider the conflicting properties of materials.

He quickly figured out a suitable improved formula.

"Let's begin."

He lit the flame.

The first batch was fire-resistant agent.

Claire poured the cold iron ore powder into the crucible and added a little orc blood as a solvent.

Wait until the crucial moment for the reaction.

zizi——

The gray mist instantly enveloped the crucible, forcibly suppressing the conflict between the cold iron and the hot blood.

The refining process is complete.

Claire dipped a glass rod into the medicine and smelled it.

A pungent, metallic smell.

If you drink it directly, you will indeed gain extremely high fire resistance, but you will most likely turn into a frozen corpse due to blood coagulation.

Claire took a deep breath and regulated her breathing.

He closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into the sea of ​​his mind.

In an inconspicuous corner of the sky, that wisp of silvery-gray psionic energy, though thin, was enough.

"What I want is not a freeze, but isolation."

"Remove rigidity, retain resistance."

Claire frantically sketched out the concept in her mind, turning her will into a hammer and slamming it hard against the silvery-gray mist.

hum!

My mind was jolted.

A thin wisp of silvery-gray light was "knocked out" and, following his mental tendrils, entered the crucible in reality.