quicksilver blood

Chapter 337 Helga

Roland walked in the cold wind, the hood covered most of his face, and the thin black robe with intricate dark patterns wrapped his body, covering his hands and feet.

Seeing such a mysterious and unknown person crossing the border and heading south, no one in the fortress near the border dared to interrogate him.

That's all for outsiders. If the Kalar people couldn't feel the rich natural atmosphere, they would have found a reason to kill the druids long ago.The natural aura that makes people unconsciously want to get close to it, coupled with the decaying aura like rotten wood, would be difficult for City Guards to recognize.

No matter how you look at it, this is a very standard Blighter.

Even more convincing are some details on the robes worn by the Blighter.

There are roughly two camps—or schools—of the Blight in Karal.

One of them is Oak of Decline, leaning toward the Council of Magi, and the other is Blighted Vine, leaning toward the nobles of Caral.The mark of the former is a black inverted oak emblem, while the latter is some inconspicuous vine-like dark flowers.

And this man in a black robe had some natural vine-like dark flowers on the corners of his clothes. He was obviously a high-ranking druid of withered vines.In terms of the holy name, it is probably a withered vine or a green vine.

It can be seen from the characteristics that his dark flowers continue from the hem to the chest without breaking in the middle.That means he's been a Blighter for over 20 years; he has an eagle's head emblem on his neckline, which means he's often taken on foreign missions.

The most important thing is that the faint fragrance emanating from his body can prove that the black vine robe on his body is undoubtedly the right to be worn by the decision-makers of the withered vine.

No one dares to disturb the joy of a blighter.No one dared to easily disturb a high-ranking and higher-status decision-making witherer.

Silver-level druids, even Blighters who have no access to core rights, are already as important as the count in Kalar.

But at this moment, a little girl with pink curly hair stopped in front of the man in black.

Roland didn't say a word.He just raised his head silently, staring fixedly at the little girl with fluffy pink curly hair.Well played the identity of a cold and silent Blighter.

Looking at the little girl's blue eyes glistening with tears, Roland secretly sighed.

It stands to reason that he can't control her life or death.

After all, a Blighter is too kind, which will definitely make people suspicious.Roland even wondered if this little girl was hired to test him.

Now that he has just entered Richero, Roland really doesn't want to cause trouble.At least Joseph must be found.

However, that little girl made Roland give up his previous thoughts with just one sentence.

"Honorable Blighter, Helga Saya salutes Father Gaia—"

The little girl with fluffy curly hair looked at Roland with shrunken eyes like a hamster, and said in a clear and orderly voice: "Father, please come to the mansion to talk. I hope you will do it for the sake of the three sages." Appreciation."

Hearing this, Roland was silent for a long time.

He didn't think much of this precocious little girl.But Roland, the Marquis of Saya, knew him.

He is the "General Marnos" that Roland used to scare Macken before.A wise man who is more like a scholar than a warrior.

What did he ask himself to do?
It's not too late for Roland to decide to listen to the difference - anyway, now that Roland has mania in hand, he can run if he wants.

"...Lead the way."

Roland was silent for a long time, and then replied in a hoarse voice.

Speaking of which, just now, for some unknown reason, mania began to spread at an abnormal speed.What started out as a few thousand infections suddenly tripled within hours and continues to grow to this day.

Such a speed is undoubtedly abnormal.

You know, there are no living things near the big crack, and the underground species under the big crack can't climb up so quickly.They found that it would take time to unseal the Great Rift—otherwise, Roland wouldn't have asked Elucado to unseal it in advance.

However, this level of increase in the number of infected people is definitely not something that can be achieved in a short time.To achieve this level of pollution speed, unless all the infected have entered the big crack.

But how is that possible?

That's hundreds of meters high.Even if it is a silver-ranked strongman, if he jumps without any protective measures, there is absolutely no other word but death.

...There is too little information, it is meaningless to guess here, let's wait for Elukardo to come back.After she came back, the news she brought back must be able to answer this question for Roland.

Roland pursed his lips and decided to give up thinking about it for the time being.

Roland did not think carefully about throwing the plague created by the Blood of Dusk so easily.

Speaking of it, Roland had such an idea at the beginning mainly because he was pushed by the tree of suffering.

The poison produced by the Blood of Dusk can even cause damage to elemental life. It was based on this feature that Roland thought of using the Blood of Dusk to create a plague.No matter how high the abnormal state resistance of the tree of suffering is, it is as fragile as a layer of paper in front of the evening blood.

The plague of Twilight Blood is the only one in Farnese World.Therefore, even Roland himself didn't know what the infection symptoms of the plague were.

He just knew that this plague was definitely related to Edward—or the enemy of Kabbalah.If Roland guessed correctly, this plague can develop symptoms of mental breakdown or melting in the later stage.

Roland even planned to erase the infectivity and mutation of the plague when the plague revival was coming to an end, and store it in a plague bottle to use as an extremely precious poison.

After all, the mentor will completely withdraw the authority of plague and disease.Roland was also not sure if the mentor would reserve a copy for himself.You know, the Blood of Dusk is really too dangerous - it is definitely not something that can be easily controlled.

If it weren't for Roland being the chosen one of the Sleeping Mentor, having blood sugar in his pocket, and just about to change jobs to sue Crow, Roland would have died in Edward's hands long ago.

Thinking of this, Roland couldn't help sighing.

Fortunately, I have already solved Edward.Otherwise, now that the tree of life has fallen, the enemies of Kabbalah who have lost the meaning of existence are like mad dogs who bite whoever they see.If Roland met Edward at this time, he would definitely cause Roland great trouble.

The so-called tyrannical ones are afraid of dying... Now the enemies of Kabbalah are no longer desperate, but just rushing to die.If you don't die, you will not be happy.

Roland was only worried about one thing——

The plague characteristic of mania is the evening blood... What if the real "evening blood" flowing in the bodies of these infected people?
That would be no different from Roland mass-producing the Twilight Familiars himself.And to Roland, this was the worst blasphemy he could do.job.

You must know that the role played by the mentor in the saint is similar to the combined version of anti-virus software, computer housekeeper and firewall.Eliminate redundant components that are not conducive to the development of the world, remove the infected, and prevent the invasion of dusk—these are Roland's responsibilities.

But having said that, it doesn't matter even if the plague gets out of control... Anyway, Roland still has the last card in his hole.

That is the lethal symptom.

If Roland really created a large number of followers with his own hands, Roland only needs to add a lot of lethal symptoms to mania to kill them, and harvest a lot of experience by the way.

While Roland was thinking silently, he had already seen the Saya house in front of him.

(End of this chapter)