quicksilver blood

Chapter 350 Roland in the Trap (Two in One)

Farina!Farina!
Orwell felt that the world in front of him was bright.

His breathing was short of breath, his palms were sweating, his heart was pounding, causing his skin to vibrate together.

His fingertips were trembling slightly, and he stumbled as he walked. He almost slipped and fell when he went downstairs - it was only then that he broke into a cold sweat and calmed down.

It was an indescribable joy.A scalding hot current flowed from the back, flowing back from the tailbone to the back of the neck, giving him a tingling pleasure like an electric current.

When he went downstairs, he had quickly rehearsed countless times in his mind what it would be like when he and Farina met for the first time.Any of her emotions, any gestures emerged in Orwell's imagination.Injured, cursed, old, high-spirited, fanatical...any kind of possibility crosses Orwell's mind.

The only thing they have in common is that he will never hurt Farina.He didn't care what Farina became.

Orwell will never forget the fragrance of Farina's hair brushing her cheeks and the soft and reserved smile that always hangs on her lips.She was the first person Orwell ever liked in his life, and the only one he really pursued.Just thinking about the memories of getting along with Farina will feel extremely sweet. Thinking of meeting after a few years, excitement, joy and anxiety surged in Orwell's heart.

But when he reached the door of the study, he couldn't help hesitating.

The tip of his right finger just touched the handle, but it bounced off like an electric current.

Orwell's fingertips trembled slightly... Finally, he slowly retracted his hand.

Fearing that Farina inside would hear his voice or the shadow cast from the door would discover his presence, Orwell tiptoed back two steps, trying to suppress his heavy breathing, leaning on the wall and taking a very slow mouthful. Panting, adjusting his breathing.

He stood quietly at the door of the study, gently shook his right hand firmly in front of him, and silently drove away the surrounding waiters.Those waiters and maids also nodded heartily, and ran to the side in small steps silently.

After Orwell watched everyone leave his sight, he stretched out his hand and held down his heart that was about to beat out.Use external pressure to make it jump a little slower, and then a little slower.

After panting silently for about ten seconds, Orwell gradually calmed down.

With slightly trembling fingers, he took out the small transparent bottle from his pocket, as if fearing that the contents inside would spill out, he pushed the stopper away very slowly.

After meeting the air, the transparent and colorless liquid inside quickly turned into a gorgeous golden viscous liquid, and it was concentrating at a speed visible to the naked eye.The concentration increases, the color darkens, and in three or four seconds it becomes a syrupy amber color.

Orwell hesitated, then swallowed half of it without hesitation, and then carefully put the stopper on again.

This was an alchemical mixture called the Potent Charm Potion, a gift from the old man who lived in his home.

Of course Orwell found someone to do the experiment.Even if you only eat a little bit, you will have a very obvious charm bonus when communicating with others.If you eat half a bottle, it is almost equivalent to constant friendship and goodwill charm.

It was because Orwell needed this thing that he took in the old man.

He found someone to investigate, and the old man who used the pseudonym "Edward" was actually an astrology wizard.His real name was Thanas, and he was a harmless kind of wizard.

According to Orwell's investigation, "Edward" was a true scholarly wizard with less than five lives on his hands.Not to mention by the standards of a wizard, even by the standards of a normal gold-level powerhouse, he is too weak and kind.

Such an old wizard, defecting to Orwell's side to avoid the gods is quite in line with his status.

After all, Orwell is one of the very few heretical nobles who do not reject wizards.Because of his rebellious love affair with Farina, his communication with the White Tower is definitely not infrequent.

As an earl, Orwell certainly would not think that wizards are evil and priests are foolish like those ignorant people.After all, these messages were given by the druids to the people at the bottom. If even a powerful earl didn't know the hidden truth, then Kalal would hold the jujube pill.

In Karal, even more than [-]% of the people do not think that there are gods in this world.In their view, priests are all fanatical fools or liars who believe in the devil. These guys are equally evil as wizards, except that one has the power to heal and the other has the power to kill. There is no difference inside them. .

If there are gods in this world, then sanction those druids first?Druids believe in nature, fight for the harmony of the world, and obtain magic from the divine power flowing from the earth.If there are really gods in this world, then let them punish this earth?

That's why it's so hard for priests to break into Karal's interior no matter what.Priests have two problems that cannot be solved - one is that their history is much, much shorter than that of the Druids, and the other problem is that they cannot prove the sanctity of their gods.

No matter how much they proclaim the mighty power of the gods, they are indeed unable to perform powerful divine arts in this enchantment.A bronze-rank druid can beat a silver-rank priest, which proves their weakness and incompetence.

They can't even prove the existence of gods.Because of the shielding of the great enchantment, the gods can't see what their followers are doing, and they can't pass on what they say.

A more serious problem is that the gods can't stop druids from getting divine spells.Their priests can't fight druids either.This behavior itself is tantamount to declaring that the existence of druids is allowed by the world-but the truth is that there is no such rule against druids among the rules they have mastered.

Among all the gods, there is no priesthood directly related to fertility, the earth, and harvest.Because the part of authority they got at the beginning was incomplete.

Claiming to be a god but unable to prove his holiness and authority in a heretical land - for this reason alone, the rational and mature Kalar people would not believe in the existence of gods.Even if they acknowledge the existence of gods, they only respect them as strong men rather than believe in them.

Only in the depths of Caral, in those desolate and closed villages, can there be a temple of a certain god.These temples hidden in the depths are to train a group of Karal priests to prepare for the war that may occur in the future.

Take Marco for example.

He is a very typical Caral pastor.Although he believes in the gods, he is also despised by the gods and disgusted by his colleagues because of the blood flowing on his body.These Karal priests will be forced to stay in the closed mountains and cut off any contact with the outside world as much as possible, so as to make them lose their sense of belonging to Karal.

Their purpose is to mix with Karal's army in future holy wars.After all, in this exclusive and closed country, it is really difficult for people from other countries to break in.

But that was just a "planned war".It is still difficult for the two sides to really fight.

After all, priests and templars cannot really enter Karal, and the cursed Druid cannot confront the gods head-on—it is this embarrassing situation that maintains the peace between the two sides, allowing Karal to be safe in the crowd. The encirclement of the sphere of influence of the gods is also not in the slightest.

Bantha actually called.However, they who had no spellcasters were basically destroyed after the Druids and Druids threw down a few magical spells... But when the Bansa King wanted to send priests to assist in the crusade, he He didn't move because of his stiff relationship with Tyre.

But although the Karals were basically invincible, the Druids did not forget the oath they made when they were defeated.

They cannot confront the priests head-on.Once contacted, it is bound to fail.

Facing the army of the gods, they can only resist with the army of mortals.The good news is that because the druids have deliberately distinguished druids from druids and bards over the years, some druids are no longer bound by the oath of the past.

This is also a secret known to very few people in Karal.And this is also Orwell's confidence to accept Thanas.

They are worthy of the gods.

If the army of the gods came, it would just give them a majestic opportunity to disown them.

Although the druids probably won't be bound by the oath in the future, the only time they can really play their role is when they use this strange soldier for the first time.

If they are used when the gods are fully attacking.It will inevitably give the gods a thunderous blow.

...Of course, the premise is that they will fight well if they do not sneak attack.After all, druids are rare in number and have a high status, so it is difficult to incorporate them into the regular army, and they can only act as special teams.

Facing an army without any spellcasters, whether it is activation of thorns, feast of the wild, poison swamp, or force of nature, they can be easily wiped out.From the very beginning, the Druids intended to achieve the purpose of an individual fighting against the army, but now, this goal is roughly completed.

The Karars now needed a chance to fight back.They need a hearty victory to tell the world that the Kalar people have stood up——

Since the intention is to stand up, there is no chance that the effect of hitting them will be stronger than when the gods have just finished their crusade against the White Tower and their morale is at its peak.

Even if the druids beat them to pieces, druids can't chase them out of the border after all - they don't even need to cross the border, as long as they leave the city, enter the wilderness outside, and leave the priest and temple of the Great Barrier The knights can use magic normally.

This is also the reason why the Serkesafin gang is so hateful but has no way to punish it.It is very troublesome for ordinary people to deal with these groups of priests. Once the druid leaves the scope of the big enchantment, it will be a fair battle without any enchantment assistance.For the druids who can kill thousands of people with a small team within the barrier, even if one person is exchanged for five Serkosafin black gangs, it will be a huge loss.

In fact, Orwell also had his considerations for letting "Edward" stay here.

He actually wanted someone to secretly spread the news that the old wizard on the wanted list was in Richero.

With the Marquis of Saya here, even if a wizard comes to rescue "Edward", Orwell can find a way to stabilize him.If there are really knights coming to attack him, Orwell can set up a plan and let them jump in on their own.All it takes is a little provocation to intensify the conflict.

Then Orwell can take advantage of the heavy snow to kill him and hide him, and then declare to the temple that he didn't see these people——

This kind of lying behavior can easily anger the gods.It would be great if they really sent the Templars to attack Orwell once they got the upper hand.The Blighters will kill them silently, dump their corpses in the wild, and then let them "accidentally dig up" to prove their innocence.

Then, war can easily break out.When the Templars came and the war really started, Orwell could retire.

When the army of the gods defeated Karal's vanguard and overwhelmed them all, Orwell could use the druids to beat them down in one go.Let the Blight quietly bury their dead.

When the news spread again, they had to fight even if they wanted to, and they had to fight if they didn't want to.

Although Orwell could ride, shoot, equestrian, and even some swordsmanship, he was still a pure manager in essence, a noble nobleman, not a warrior.

Earl Orwell didn't realize how many lives his plan would cost.All he knew was that it would bring honor to the family, and that it would bring benefits to Karal untold for generations.For Orwell, that was enough.

After waiting quietly for 3 minutes, Orwell felt the effects of the medicine taking effect.A dizzy feeling filled his mind. Orwell seemed to feel a little uncomfortable in his body, his fingers trembled even more, and his vision began to blur.

Got scammed - and maybe swapped...

In short, this is definitely not a strong charm potion.

When Orwell realized this, his body had begun to be a little uncontrollable, and his mouth unconsciously gurgled some strange things.Orwell felt as if he had just entered a ball of marshmallows. He accidentally slipped his left foot into his right foot and almost fell to the ground.Before that, his body had already smashed against the door.

Soon there was a sound of stomping inside.

Orwell stared at the door with his face flushed, but the last person who appeared made his whole heart go cold.

— not Farina.

Farina's temperament should be gentle, kind, and gentle, not as cold as flowing mercury and as sticky as blood.

"..."

Just when Orwell opened his mouth to speak, his mouth moved, but nothing came out.

"My lord, let me introduce myself..."

The black-robed man standing in front of him had just finished speaking, when the black-robed druid's face changed drastically!
boom!
The sound of flames blowing was heard.Before hearing the sound, Roland quickly turned around to avoid it, but in the end, a stream of fire penetrated his left shoulder, and one could even see through the burnt and curled surface.

He clutched his shoulders tightly, his face was pale, and his whole body was shaking with pain.

His health bar dropped by a third.This is not a lot. You must know that Roland has a first-level resistance to high temperature.

The person who launched this attack was undoubtedly Earl Orwell.

But it was Earl Orwell who shocked Roland even more.

His chest and abdomen seemed to be hit by a high-temperature fireball. His stomach, liver, and most of his lungs were almost completely evaporated. Looking through the burned-out chest cavity, his heart was slightly scorched.

With his face upturned, he fell down in the corridor opposite the study room, his eyes widened and his mouth opened wide.

The reason why he was so far away from Roland was because of the recoil from the magic cannon that rushed out of his stomach.

Otherwise, he should lie at the door.

"Don't move!"

"People inside! Don't move!"

But at this moment, the steward's shout came, without the slightest panic and shrinking from before.

Tap, tap, and the sound of large footsteps came from not far away.Roughly, there are about 50 or [-] people, and all of them are good players.

Roland immediately understood his current situation.

_I was framed by someone!
It's a trap! A count with a count as bait!

Maybe the count had died a long time ago, but his body exploded in front of Roland...

However, when Roland told people, "I stood at the door and your master blew himself up." Who would believe it?

The evidence is conclusive, the scene is very clear, and there is no longer any quibble.

Looking at the flares rising outside and the guards quickly gathering, Roland felt calm in his heart, and even wanted to laugh.

Not a bad round.But it was useless to Roland.

"Just these people want to stop me?"

Roland showed a serious smile.

　Today's plot is not easy to break down... I will combine two into one

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