Blood of Mercury

Roland followed An Ruosi into the secret door of the Singia Tavern.

It was a spiral descending staircase, and there was no light around it. Roland and An Ruosi walked down a little bit by leaning on the wall.

...Why does the ground feel a little hot?

As the two gradually descended, Roland felt that the temperature on the ground was gradually rising, and some doubts arose in his heart.

As soon as An Ruosi opened the door of the underground room, the billowing heat rushed towards him, forcibly forcing An Ruosi back.

There was a scorching stench in the wind. Just breathing was a pain in the throat and lungs filled with iron juice.

An Ruosi couldn't bear to cover her mouth and nose with her hands, but she still showed a pained look.

Roland frowned slightly.

He remembered very clearly, not to mention this room, the entire Singia Tavern should be cold and dry.

Even if the raw material of Radiant Blood is the blood of monsters and infected humans, it is also wine.

If the ambient temperature is too high, it will quickly deteriorate and become sour.

Going down the passage pointed out by An Ruosi, the two roads leading to the blood pool and the underground passage respectively represent the manufacturing place and wine storage room of Glorious Blood.

Not to mention the high temperature like a blacksmith shop, it is even colder than the harsh winter. Once worn long enough, there will also be a joint stiffness debuff.

But today, it's filled with unbearably high temperatures.

Not to mention storing wine, this temperature can be steamed for a little longer.

... Strange, what's going on here?

Could it be that this place was looted by demons?

Roland was full of doubts. The unease of things getting out of control made his heart race.

He clearly remembered that in the original historical trajectory, this wine cellar was discovered and destroyed a long time later.

After all, there can be no wizards roaming around the Glowing Woods, and Divine Art does not have the function of detecting humanoids and detecting secret doors.

Roland has a bad feeling.

"Butterfly effect? ​​Finally making an impact?"

"what?"

An Ruosi was puzzled by Roland's muttering.

"I mean, get ready for the witchcraft of the heat."

Roland replied casually, then he put his hand over his mouth and nose, and strode into the basement.

As soon as he entered, even more scorching heat rushed in, almost roasting Roland's eyes.

The scorching hot wind rolled the scalding power in the air. Like a stream of water, it continued to bombard Roland. In just an instant, Roland's bare hands and chin were roasted red.

This kind of temperature is definitely not something that An Ruosi and himself can resist.

"Don't come in! Get out!"

Having made this clear, Roland drank without hesitation, turned and pushed An Ruosi out. Then they exited together and closed the door.

"Wait, this door..."

When Roland closed the door, he realized that the material of the door was a bit wrong.

The temperature inside was so scorching hot that even the ground was scorched hot - but touching the door from the outside was so cold that Roland's burned hands felt a little painful.

Roland had never heard of any kind of material's thermal insulation effect to this extent.

Is the heat inside an illusion? No, not possible.

Although Roland's will attribute is low scary. But no illusion could fool Roland under Higgs' gaze.

In other words, is it a specialized alchemy array?

Singia can do this to prevent fire - this makes Roland feel a little uneasy.

...as if she had known for a long time that a terrible fire would break out here.

"May all the glory go to the teacher."

Feeling that the pain in his hands and chin became more intense, Roland, who could not bear it, immediately sang a harmless chant, and the red skin of his chin and hands returned to a white color in the shallow and almost illusory silver-gray streamer.

At this time, Roland realized why the long-sleeping mentor wanted to cover himself with a prayer.

Sleeping Mentors are not involved in any weather-related fields.

The cold wind called by the Frost-covered Prayer hurts even the teammates of the deceased - it is not a cold current that can be controlled, but only a part of the environment of the frost-covered **** is embodied in reality.

The mourners are immune to cold winds, ice knives, and ice thorns, just because of the adaptability of the Dormant Master's followers to the plane of hell.

But for the death crow, who was extremely afraid of the cold, even if the cold wind summoned by the Frost Covering Prayer did not cause any substantial damage to him, the sudden drop in temperature alone was enough to make them instantly lose consciousness.

That's why Roland was dissatisfied with the Frost Covering Prayer given to him by the long-sleeping mentor - a skill that could only be used temporarily for a few days. Obviously, it is not as easy to use as Baptism Chant, which can be used for a long time and its power can continue to grow.

Prayer is inherently much longer than a normal chant. And it is not like the chant that can be interrupted at any time to release a part of the effect, and the effect can only be fully displayed after all the chant is finished.

And the prayer itself is a prayer. Even if Roland is a voter, he must be solemn and solemn when he sings the prayer.

In other words, Roland couldn't release it while moving at high speed.

But if it is said that the long-sleeping mentor has long realized that Roland will enter the basement, and has long known that the basement has become a sea of ​​fire...

"Blessed are those who are caught in the fire! Blessed are the prophets who are put at the stake by fools!"

Roland took a deep breath and suddenly prayed loudly, startling An Ruosi beside him.

"Because the teacher will protect you, like gold in a fire."

"I've seen mentors build icehouses. There are also snow chambers and hail silos."

"There the water is as hard as stone, and the flames are frozen into ice."

Roland's prayers were sonorous and powerful, and the runes of the astral language lit up in the void one by one, and they were brought together to surround him horizontally. A phantom belt is formed.

At the same time, the cold air began to spread from under his feet, and the polar wind whistled past.

"She snows like wool every day, and she scatters frost like ashes—her cold comes from death, how can the flesh resist?"

As Roland's last words fell, the strap hit the ground heavily and shattered. Immediately, Roland's feet were covered with traces of frost, and the thin ice blades staggered like houndstooth rose like icebergs.

After the area of ​​two or three meters around Roland was covered with thorns like ice jade, the frost-white ground began to slowly and firmly spread around.

After confirming that the frost and soil had unfolded, Roland stepped forward, raised his leg and stepped out of the ice blade that surrounded him.

As he walked towards the gate, pieces of ice blades gradually rose on both sides of the road he walked, like guards who welcomed him across the road.

Roland rubbed his cold hands and fully opened the door that began to spread the hoarfrost from the bottom up.

Suddenly, the cold wind and the hot wind collided together, causing a violent hurricane. The cold and hot wind swept through, making Roland's black robe rattled.

The frosty soil under Roland's feet seemed to be irritated by the sudden high temperature. Large swathes of ice thorns pierced the ground, exuding a deadly chill, keeping the high temperature out.

Roland exhaled ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and brought up a large white mist.

It works just fine.

Although his body temperature is dropping rapidly, there will be no problem for a while.

Anyway, with Roland's divine grace, if he doesn't care that he will be frostbitten, Roland can keep Frost Covering Prayer open for decades without closing it.

Even if the low temperature is enough to frostbite Roland, he still prays for harmlessness.

In any case, the high temperature that was enough to roast people to death could not stop Roland from exploring it.

"Mr. Roland...Aren't you a Druid?"

An Ruosi stood at the door stunned for a long time before propping up the witchcraft to resist the cold and followed up, looking at Roland with an unbelievable expression.

Roland turned his head, and his chin, which was exposed outside the cloak, drew a gentle and pleasant smile.

"Ah, I lied to you." (To be continued.)