quicksilver blood

Chapter 125 The Frost Prayer

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

It was a spiral staircase with no light around. Roland and An Ruosi walked down bit by bit holding on to the wall.

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

As the two gradually descended, Roland felt the temperature of the ground gradually rise, and doubts arose in his heart.

Just as An Ruosi opened the door of the basement room, the billowing heat rushed towards his face, forcing An Ruosi back abruptly.

The wind was full of burnt stench.Just by breathing, I felt a pain like iron filling my throat and lungs.

An Ruosi couldn't bear it anymore and covered his mouth and nose with his hands, but still showed a painful expression.

Roland frowned slightly.

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

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

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

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

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

But today, it is filled with unbearable heat.

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

...strange, what happened here?

Could it be that this place was ransacked by demons?
Roland was full of doubts.The uneasy feeling that things were out of control made his heart beat faster.

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

After all, it is impossible to have wizards wandering around the Glowing Woodlands, and divine magic does not have the functions of detecting humanoid creatures and detecting secret doors.
Roland had a bad feeling.

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

"what?"

An Ruosi was puzzled by Roland's muttering.

"I mean, get ready to resist the witchcraft of the heat."

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

As soon as he entered, more scorching heat rushed over, almost melting Roland's eyes.

The scorching hot wind swept the scorching power in the air, constantly bombarding Roland like a stream of water.In just an instant, Roland's bare hands and chin were burnt 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 point clear, Roland drank without hesitation, turned around and pushed An Ruosi out, and then they both went out and closed the door.

"Wait, this door..."

When Roland closed the door, he realized that there was something wrong with the material of the door.

Obviously, the temperature inside was so scorching that even the ground was scorched to the point of heat—but touching the door from the outside was even cold enough to make Roland's burned hands a little painful.

Roland had never heard of any material with such a thermal insulation effect.

Is the high temperature inside an illusion?No, not possible.

Although Roland's will attribute is frighteningly low, but under the gaze of Higgs, there is no illusion that can deceive Roland.

In other words, is it a specialized alchemy circle?
Singia can do this to prevent fire—this makes Roland feel a little uneasy.

...It's like, she already knew that there would be a terrible fire here.

"All glory to the Master."

Feeling that the pain in his hands and jaw became more severe, Roland, who couldn't stand it, immediately sang a harmless chant, and the red skin on his chin and hands returned to a fair color in the light, almost illusory, silver-gray streamer.

At this time, Roland realized why Master Longsleep had given him a frost-covered prayer.

Sleeping Mentor does not deal with any weather-related fields.

The cold wind called by the Frost-covered Prayer hurts the teammates of the mourner together-it is not a cold current that can be manipulated, but just embodies part of the environment of the frost-covered hell in reality.

Mourners are not harmed by cold winds, ice knives, and ice thorns in it, only because of the adaptability of the disciples of the Sleeping Master 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 Prayer did not cause any real damage to him, the sudden drop in temperature alone was enough to make them lose consciousness instantly.

That's why Roland was dissatisfied with the Frost Covering Prayer given to him by the Sleeping Mentor - a skill that can only be used temporarily for a few days, it is obviously not as good as the baptism chant that can be used forever and its power can continue to grow .

Prayers are inherently much longer than ordinary chants.And unlike chants, which can be interrupted at any time to release part of the effect, the effect can only be fully revealed after all the chants are completed.

Moreover, the prayer itself is the words of the prayer. Even if Roland is a voter, he must be solemn when he sings the prayer.

In other words, Roland cannot release it while moving at high speed.

But if it is said that the mentor of Eternal Sleep has realized that Roland will enter the basement, and has already known that the basement has become a sea of ​​flames...

"Blessed is the man caught in the fire! Blessed is the prophet who is burned on the stake by fools!"

Roland took a deep breath and suddenly prayed loudly, which startled An Ruosi who was beside him.

"Because the Master will preserve you as gold in fire."

"I have seen mentors build ice banks, snow rooms, and hail bins."

"Where the waters are as hard as stone, and the flames freeze into ice."

Roland's prayer was sonorous and powerful, and the runes of the astral language lit up in the void one by one, joining each other around him horizontally, forming an illusory belt.

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

"Day by day she sheds snow like wool, she spreads frost like ashes—her chill comes from the dead, and how can flesh resist?"

As Roland's last words fell, the belt slammed heavily on the ground and shattered. Immediately, Roland's feet were covered with traces of frost, and the thin ice blades interlaced like canine teeth rose like icebergs.

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

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

As he walked towards the gate, ice blades gradually rose up on both sides of the road he walked, like guards flanking the road to welcome him.

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

Suddenly, the cold wind and the hot wind collided, creating a violent hurricane.The cold and hot wind swept across, making Roland's black robe flutter.

The frosty soil under Roland's feet seemed to be irritated by the sudden high temperature. Large ice thorns pierced the ground, exuding a deadly cold air, blocking the high temperature outside.

Roland exhaled, bringing up a large amount of white mist.

It works just fine.

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

Anyway, with Roland's divine grace, Roland could have kept the Frost Covered Prayer open for decades if he didn't care that he would be frostbitten.

Even though the low temperature was enough to frostbite Roland, he still had the prayer of innocence.

In any case, the high temperature enough to roast a person to death could no longer stop Roland from exploring inside.

"Mr. Roland... aren't you a druid?"

An Ruosi stood at the door in a daze for a long time before bracing up his witchcraft to resist the cold and followed. He looked at Roland with an expression of disbelief.

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

"Ah, I lied to you."

(End of this chapter)