quicksilver blood

Chapter 86
Roland and the others finally gave up on going directly to the ground through the hole that was blown through.

Because the cave wall that penetrated more than ten meters of rock formation was too hot.

As the representative of the most outstanding alchemy weapon in the contemporary era, the light of flowing fire is not just to blow up a small section of sewer or half a building.

The rock formation closest to the explosion had crystallized, and the translucent amber slag was distributed on the hourglass-shaped cave walls.Ever since he saw this, Roland knew that trying to climb up from here would be death.

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

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

By that time, Roland's purpose would have failed.

Now Roland's primary purpose is to capture or kill the undead on Ridge Street, and then use it to appease the professor's anger.

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

"Let's go to Qingguo Avenue!"

Roland decided decisively.

There are a total of five sewer entrances large enough for most people to pass through in the northern part of Fortune City.Three of them have been blown up by Roland, and only the side of Qingguo Avenue is enough for most people to pass through.

"Isn't Qingguo Avenue preparing for a war? The sudden appearance of so many of us...will it cause trouble?"

In the crowd, someone asked worriedly.

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

"Questioning a prophet who has led you through many crises?"

"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!"

Before he could finish speaking, Roland roared in a louder and more majestic voice than he did, "Deck!"

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

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

Dyke caught Roland's look, stepped forward, grinned ferociously and yelled: "You monkeys!"

"If you don't want to die, be quiet!"

Before these people calmed down, Deke took out his ritual dagger and swiped down forcefully, a huge magic circle immediately appeared behind him.

It is a portable ritual used by the Knife Wizard to adjust the witchcraft stored in the ritual dagger. It has no offensive power.

But at this moment, Deckard used it just because he wanted its aura.

Facts have proved that just one wizard standing here is enough to make most people feel scared.

So under Deckard's intimidation, everyone fell silent, or looked at him with dissatisfaction or fear, but they stopped making noise.

At this moment, Roland slowly walked over from behind, raised his right hand and patted Deckard's shoulder, and Deckard retreated obediently.

It wasn't until this moment that everyone suddenly realized that Roland had unknowingly changed from being the leader of the team to the leader.

"I know, you may have some thoughts about me." Roland's voice was gentle and hoarse, with a strange rhythm that made people relax, "For example?"

There was a silence.After a long time, someone tentatively said, "I think, Your Excellency Orlando, you should at least discuss it with us..."

Having said that, he looked at Roland's expression, but Roland's face was hidden under the shadow by the robe, and he couldn't see it clearly at all.

He hesitated for a while, seeing that Roland probably had no intention of objecting, 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 suggestions?"

A gentle and deep 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 resistance, the man seemed to have received invisible encouragement, pointed at a middle-aged man with a tough face behind him, and loudly said the answer in his heart.

"I think Master Klein is very good. He is a..."

Before he could finish speaking, Roland sighed heavily.

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

But when he just turned around, his heart twitched suddenly, and the words stuck in his throat could not be uttered for a long time——

Klein's head fell off without knowing when, and the blood gushed out again as before, almost soaking the bodies of the people around him.

This time he finally saw clearly.

As the wizard drew his sword, a ray of silver light passed through his body. It didn't hurt him at all, but it directly knocked the head of Klein behind him.

Sly knife wizard?

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

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

The mere existence of such a person is a deterrent!

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 those words, I had already seen the future of his death."

Stared at by Roland, the man was as numb as a frog stared at by a poisonous snake, not daring to move.

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

He nodded stiffly, and the joints in his neck made a rattling sound.

Seeing his reaction, Roland nodded with satisfaction, took a step back, and said calmly to everyone: "If you stay here, you will undoubtedly die. I say this, whether you believe it or not."

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

"...Similarly, if you dare to disobey my order, you won't be able to get out," Roland repeated gently, "you won't be able to get out."

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

Roland's voice was low and flat, but it echoed incomparably clearly in the narrow and cramped sewer in the dead environment, full of strange stickiness and slippery.

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

"Good boy."

Roland paused for a moment, and took a silent deep breath. A low and joyful voice flowed out from under the shadow of the black robe.

He said softly as if pointing: "Your sins are cleared."

(End of this chapter)