Blood of Mercury

"Roland! Roland! Faster than... Claudia?"

Kluveen ran over out of breath, his face was full of seeing the state of the two, and he breathed out clearly, and scratched his hair with his greasy fat fingers.

"Okay, well, it turns out you've found it..."

"What's wrong?"

Roland asked, but he knew it in his heart.

... Probably the pyroxene species was discovered.

"I saw a woman with a pyroxene in her forehead... She attacked me indiscriminately, and I managed to subdue her."

Kluvien smiled shyly: "I'm still worried about whether the people here have developed some new uses of pyroxene, which can control people's spirits and the like... Now I'm relieved."

"Don't worry, aren't we all standing here?" Roland relaxed.

Controlling the human mind?

Roland sneered quietly.

The reality is much more serious than that. It is not so much to control the human spirit as to imprison the human soul.

So, Kluveen breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good... By the way, Roland, what kind of weird dress are you wearing? Why do you look like those weapons dealers?"

Having said that, he kept swept his eyes to Roland's waist.

Roland knew that it was not Kluveen's fault.

I saw Roland holding the spider web guard in his left hand, the newly obtained dagger and the first two weapons were inserted into his waist together, and the three short, medium and long weapons were side by side, which seemed to have a strong sense of imbalance.

This is the standard attire for a weapon master.

The so-called bipedal self-propelled humanoid weapon rack - when you see those people wearing cloaks or upper bodies on the roadside, carrying seven or eight or even more than ten different weapons on their backs, and those people who are still bulging in their pockets, it is Weapon master no doubt.

The so-called one method is all-in-one - when the weapon master successfully takes office, they can immediately understand the use of this weapon the moment they hold any object that is enough to be called a weapon in their hands. Therefore, they can always choose the corresponding weapon according to the weakness of the enemy.

And those more senior weapon masters can even learn several postures for each weapon.

Therefore, in general, the older and stronger, the more weapon masters with more weapons on them, the more powerful they are.

And Roland is dressed like this now, with three weapons that can't be matched at all. It seems too unreliable to say that he is an ordinary warrior or stalker. But to say that he is a weapon master is obviously half-baked.

"Don't care about the details... that's what I want."

"okay then."

Kluveen shrugged.

Maybe little Roland has some plans.

In the City of Fortune, he could be regarded as seeing Roland's outstanding ability and ruthlessness that could not be ignored.

From then on, he no longer regarded Roland as a child, but as a team leader with a certain ability to plan.

In his opinion, Roland's plans were neither complicated nor difficult to understand. But always unexpectedly successful.

Kluveen can only attribute this situation to Roland having a covert and efficient source of intelligence.

Is Druid that great?

Kluveen couldn't help being a little dazed.

"By the way, Kluvien, you will go to the city and buy me a bottle of weak acid in a while. I have coins in my box, and I may not be able to spend it."

Roland said suddenly.

"Weak acid bottle? That thing is not very powerful. It is better to buy strong acid."

"I'm not that it hit people... I'm going to make a bottle of medicine."

"You still make potions?"

Kluveen looked incredulous: "Are you still an alchemist?"

"That's not it... Just like many assassins will prepare their own poisons, I also use this medicine myself."

Roland punched Kluveen lightly on the shoulder. A look of helplessness.

...I'm not lying, okay?

Roland was full of jokes.

Yes, I do use it myself for professional reasons.

Using the ashes of the dead or the dead, mixed with the blood of the goblin can create a scarlet fang that has a strong paralyzing effect on the clergy.

However, in order to formulate the absolutely deadly scarlet fangs, the devil's body fluid or the ashes of the undead are necessary.

But now you ask me to exchange Tao for the devil's body. Fluid...

If it was in the City of Fortune, Roland could have gone to the Green Fruit Lock to get some.

After all, there are several desires in the lock of green fruit. The devil receives customers all the year round, and it is not difficult at all to want the devil's body fluid. But now, it is estimated that they will either be buried in the sea of ​​​​fire, or they will be sent back to **** with the awakened desire.

And the dead are even rarer...

You can't let Roland run back to the sick village now and negotiate with Farina to let her hand over the ashes of the undead?

However, Roland still has backup options.

The Webguard is the uniform of worshippers of the demon lord Agareth, and the garment itself is alive. Now it just entered a state similar to a stone statue, and it will naturally come back to life after sucking blood.

The reason why this piece of clothing is said to be alive is that it can restore vitality to the owner by killing creatures, and then absorb the vitality of the owner to repair loopholes or evolve new functions by itself.

It could barely count as a demon item. Nature is full of negative energy.

To destroy these demon items, you can only use holy water to eliminate their magic power, and then dissolve them with weak acid mixed with blood. Dissolvable does not mean that its negative energy disappears, but just melts into the solvent.

When Roland had fed it with blood, he took the blue tooth and tore a piece of cloth on it.

Claudia is now a saint and can already make holy water. Let her contribute a little blood to dissolve the cloth, and Roland can get scarlet fangs enough to kill Claude.

"Aren't we going to take a look over there first? Look at the controlled woman I caught."

Kluveen frowned and said: "I always feel a little bad about the ability to use pyroxene to control the minds of others..."

"Don't worry about that for now. Let's go into the city and meet with Marken and the others." Roland said with a serious face, "After all, without Claude and Marken, our combat power has dropped by more than half."

"Too."

Kluveen agreed.

He didn't know that Roland was sighing in his heart now.

if possible. He will definitely kill the pyroxene monster that was restrained by Kluveen first. After all, killing the pyroxene is also counted as a crusade at dusk.

But now is not the time to waste time with them.

Not to mention that the situation on Claude's side will become more and more uncertain as time goes by, and Edward may be lurking near those pyroxene species.

Roland felt a little uneasy.

Even though the spellcasting level of all wizards in the Pyroxene Woodland would drop by a large step, Roland still didn't want to provoke Edward now.

Roland's natural energy was already empty, and his baptism prayer did no harm to Edward, who was not the dead. His weapon was only a light blue delicate imitation cyan tooth that could be used.

Kluveen as a shield guardian. Born to be restrained by the spellcasting profession; and because Claudia was near the pyroxene woodland, the spellcasting level was directly knocked down from the black iron rank wizard to the official rank.

If they face Edward, they are likely to be wiped out here.

Roland didn't believe that "Edward" was a pure-bred wizard.

... Find a chance to kill Claude first~www.wuxiaspot.com~ A cold light flashed in Roland's eyes.

His left hand, which was hidden under the spider web, hung low, and the pulps of his five fingers were bleeding slowly but steadily.

Under the greedy absorption of the spider web guard, the flowing blood did not give off the slightest odor of blood, and Roland's wound was abnormally without any sign of healing.

Part of the blood flowing down was absorbed by the spider web protection, and a layer of silver-gray spider web traces slowly emerged from the pure black robe.

The other part of the blood was mixed with the ashes of the wizard that Roland had smeared in the palm of his hand before, and the blood-colored and transparent handleless blade was condensed like an ice edge, which was gently pinched by Roland's thumb, index finger and middle finger.

After the blade was completely condensed, Roland relaxed his hand, and it landed in the inner pocket of the spider web guard so lightly and accurately.

"Let's go, let's go to Macken and the others."

Roland raised his head and said nonchalantly. (To be continued.)