Blood of Mercury

Roland and the others finally gave up going directly to the ground from the hole that was blown through.

Because the wall of the cave that runs through more than ten meters of rock formation is too hot.

As the representative of the most outstanding alchemy weapon in contemporary times, the Light of Flowing Fire is by no means the power of blowing up a small section of sewers or half a building.

The rock formation closest to the explosion had crystallized, and the translucent, amber-colored **** was distributed over the hourglass-shaped walls. Since seeing this, Roland has known that trying to climb up from here is to die.

Just standing below can vaguely feel the heat waves, I am afraid that the temperature of the hole wall is just right for frying meat.

Roland didn't have time to wait for it to gradually cool down. If they did, Roland and the others would definitely be blocked in the sewers by the guards sent to investigate the situation before the temperature dropped enough to climb with bare hands.

By that time, Roland and the others' goals would have been tantamount to failure.

Now Roland and the others' primary purpose is to capture or kill the undead in Rib Street, and then use it to quell the professor's anger.

That being the case, ensuring the secrecy of operations is a top priority.

"Let's go to Qingguo Avenue!"

Roland decided categorically.

The North Side of the City of Fortune has five large entrances to the sewers that are large enough for most people to pass through. Three of them had been blown up by Roland, and only Green Fruit Avenue was enough for most people to pass through.

"Isn't Qingguo Avenue preparing for a war? So many of us suddenly appear... Will it cause trouble?"

in the crowd. someone asked worriedly.

Roland just sneered, and the hoarse voice came from under the black robe: "Oh? Are you trying to question me?"

"Questioning a prophet who has led you many escapes from crisis?"

"Yes! We just want to question you!"

Someone in the crowd stood up and said loudly: "You have no right to order us! We don't even know what you look like..."

"No! I have!"

Don't wait for him to finish. (This chapter is updated by 77nt.Com) Roland roared in a louder and more majestic voice than he was: "Deck!"

A cold light flashed, a head in the crowd flew up without any warning, and blood spurted out like a fountain, instantly dyeing those closest to him red.

The timid people and some young people in the middle of the team suddenly screamed when they saw this, and the chaos spread in the team like a plague.

Deckard got Roland's wink and stepped forward, grinning and yelling, "You monkeys!"

"Be quiet if you don't want to die!"

Don't wait for these people to quiet down. Deckard took out his ritual dagger and swiped down hard. A huge magic circle appeared immediately behind him.

It was a portable ritual used by the Sorcerer to adjust the witchcraft stored in the ritual dagger, without any attack power.

But at the moment, Deckard only wanted its aura when using it.

It turns out that just a wizard standing here is enough to make most people timid.

So under the intimidation of Deck. Everyone quieted down, or looked at him with dissatisfaction or fear, but it was no longer noisy.

At this moment, Roland walked slowly from behind, raised his right hand and patted Deck on the shoulder, Deck backed away obediently.

Until then, everyone suddenly realized that Roland had unknowingly become the leader from the leader of the team.

"I know, you may have some thoughts about me," Roland's voice was gentle and hoarse. With a strange, relaxing rhythm, "Like?"

A moment of silence. After a long time, someone tentatively said, "I think. Your Excellency Orlando, you should at least discuss with us..."

Having said that, he looked at Roland's expression, but Roland's face was hidden in the shadows by the robe and could not be seen clearly.

He hesitated for a while, seeing that Roland had no objection, and his voice gradually became louder: "I'm not saying that. It's not good for you to be the temporary leader. But the ability to lead the team to survive and the ability to unite the team should not be confused. "

"So. Boy, do you have any proposals?"

A gentle and low voice slowly flowed out from under the black robe, as gentle as a priest doing morning prayers.

Seeing that Roland didn't seem to have any intention of resisting, the man seemed to have received invisible encouragement, pointed to a tough-faced middle-aged man behind him, and said aloud the answer in his heart.

"I think Lord Klein is fine. He's a..."

Before he could finish speaking, Roland sighed heavily.

The inexplicable sigh interrupted the man's words, and he was suddenly a little unhappy.

But when he just turned his head, his heart throbbed suddenly, and the words stuck in his throat couldn't spit out for a long time—

I saw that Klein's head fell off at some point, and the blood spurted out again as before, soaking the bodies of those around him.

This time he finally saw it.

Following the wizard's action of drawing his sword, a silver light passed through him, without hurting him in the slightest, but he headed Klein directly behind him.

Sorceress wizard?

He finally realized the identity of the man, and he couldn't help but feel terrified.

These wizards who specialize in killing techniques have spent their entire lives studying various killing techniques, and the work of killing has become an art in their hands.

Such people, the mere existence is a deterrent!

Just when the scene fell into dead silence, Roland took a few steps forward and said softly, "Do you know why I sigh?"

"That's because, when you said that, I saw the future of his death."

The man was stared at by Roland, like a frog stared at by a poisonous snake, his whole body was numb, and he did not dare to move.

He could only quietly listen to Roland's low and subtle voice ringing in his ears: "I don't want to see the future of your death... Do you understand what I mean?"

He nodded stiffly, and the knuckles of his neck made a rattling sound.

Seeing his reaction, Roland nodded with satisfaction~www.NovelMTL.com~ took a step back, and calmly said to the crowd: "If you stay here, you will undoubtedly die. I say this, no matter what you believe. Do not believe."

"I said, as long as you obey my orders, I can lead you out of here."

"...Similarly, if you dare to disobey my orders, you will not be able to get out," Roland repeated gently, "you will not be able to get out."

"—Now, kneel down, cry to me, and beg me to forgive you."

Roland's voice was low and flat, but in the dead silence, it echoed in the narrow and cramped sewers very clearly, full of foreign stickiness and smoothness.

There was silence for about a few seconds, and then there was the sound of kneeling on the ground in the darkness.

"Good boy."

Roland paused slightly, took a silent deep breath, and a low and pleasant voice flowed out under the shadow of the black robe.

He said in a low voice, pointing, "Your sins are cleared." (To be continued)