"Is there a plague so soon?" Hearing Sherlock's description, the Treants were a little surprised, but it was limited to that, for the Treants, the plague was not too much of a threat. A green light lit up on the branch-like hand and flew over.

For adventurers who provide additional information, Harlan is not stingy with a single gesture.

Seeing this action, Sherlock knew that this was to help him get rid of the plague state, but until the green light disappeared, the system's prompt still did not come.

He glanced at his state, the plague state was still there.

For this anomaly, the tree man also showed a puzzled expression, although his natural recovery technique was not as targeted as the priest's expulsion of disease, but it was not even a plague, and a more vigorous green light shone again.

"Huh!" Although he failed to do his best this time, the Treant sensed something unusual, "Can you describe the scene at that time, the plague is a bit strange this time." ”

After two successive failures, Sherlock also realized that something was wrong and carefully depicted the scene at that time.

"Is it a werewolf, how did they come here, this season's supreme hunt shouldn't be time yet, does this strange plague have anything to do with them?" The Treant seemed to have thought of something, and fell into deep thought, but kept underestimating something.

After a few moments, he opened his eyes again and said with a little worry, "Sherlock, I have unfortunate news for you, this plague has a powerful regenerative ability, and even I can't completely get rid of it. ”

Hearing this, Sherlock almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, a high-level NPC like you can't solve this plague, so what should he do, expect a group of rookie priests whose skills have not been upgraded to level 3?

Fortunately, the tree man has not finished speaking.

"This plague is likely to spread widely, we need to quickly develop the corresponding antidote, but unfortunately our clan is not proficient in alchemy, I can only ask you to find the master of pharmacy of the centaur clan, this is my leaf, you give it to Master Ferenze in the centaur camp, he will help you."

As he spoke, Harlan plucked a leaf from his body and handed it over.

Fortunately, there are tasks.

"No problem, I'll develop an antidote as soon as possible." Sherlock swallowed his excitement and withdrew, he didn't expect to be infected with a plague and receive a hidden mission.

Although it is just an errand, the reward will not be very rich, but digging into the game plot is a great pleasure, and even if there is no reward, he will not necessarily refuse, and maybe some other tasks will be involved.

The plague was on him, and Sherlock was not in the mood to run around for the time being, so he walked straight to the camp of the centaurs.

Although the camps of several races were built in the same place, in order not to cause unnecessary trouble, they were separated by a considerable distance.

Centaurs are large social animals with a human upper body and a horse lower body, and their strong muscles make members of this race natural warriors, both in bows and arrows and in melee combat.

At the same time, they are also proficient in gardening and alchemy, both of which are uniquely attained, and they also have a strong interest in astrology.

Their camp is usually neutral and kind, and they are also very mild-mannered, and will not easily start disputes even if provoked.

One of the few downsides is that they are very old-fashioned and very xenophobic.

Humans and dwarves are not popular with them, and they can't even enter their camp unless there are special circumstances.

Halflings and halflings are within their range of acceptance, and can come and go freely.

As for the barbarians and half-orcs, it is estimated that they will not hope to be friends with centaurs in this life.

Elves are the only ones who are particularly welcome.

Therefore, there are a lot of elf players in the Centaur camp, and various privileges are not too enjoyable.

Sherlock is a half-elf, and luckily it's not in their banter range, but it's unlikely that you'll find out Ferenze's location from those indifferent NPCs.

"Ma Dan, playing a game and racial discrimination, it's really ......" He had to complain about this setting, if this task was taken by a half-orc, it was estimated that there would not even be a chance to get close to the camp.

Game companies never seem to think about balance, and most of their energy is probably invested in the realism of the game, both in terms of realism and the logic of the game's internal background.

NPC is hopeless.,Then you can only ask the player.,Most players are actually pretty good.,I don't mind spending a little time telling someone if you know if you know about it.。

It's just that after asking several people in a row, they said that they hadn't heard of the NPC Ferenze, and then went to the forum to check the information and found nothing.

"Yo, uncle, you're following me here." A human girl walked out of the shack next to her, and the tone of her voice was Tian Ling'er, who had just separated.

"What a coincidence, Xiao Tian, are you familiar with this camp, ask you something?" Sherlock was also happy to see his acquaintances, this Tian Ling'er was able to stay in the centaur camp as a human race, it is estimated that there is a little way, just enough to ask.

Although the two of them were a little festive, this life-saving grace still unconsciously brought the relationship between the two parties closer, and they can barely be regarded as acquaintances.

"Ferenze, it's a familiar name, but who is Oda?" Tian Ling'er walked forward as she spoke.

Acquaintances are acquaintances, the principle still has to be kept, the other party has been holding her the matter of saving her life, but now she is finally able to fight back, of course Tian Ling'er will not waste this opportunity, not to mention that she really knows the location of this NPC.

Since he is begging someone to do something, his mouth doesn't have to be so hard, Sherlock stepped forward and put his hand on the other party's shoulder, licked his face and said, "Tian Ling'er, do me a favor, I'm really anxious." ”

Tian Ling'er tried hard to break off the hand on her shoulder, but unfortunately she still failed, and the power of her as a troubadour could not compare to the druid who added points with all his strength, "If you don't let go, I'm going to close the intimacy authorization." ”

Sherlock almost forgot about it, and quickly let go of his hand when he heard this, judging by the strict intimacy of the Forgotten Realm, his behavior just now could already constitute sexual harassment.

"Tell me, what are you looking for my teacher?" didn't continue to blame this druid for his unreasonableness, Tian Ling'er rubbed his shoulders and said casually.

"Ferenze is your teacher, so it just so happens that I have a task to find him to refine potions." Although I don't know if what the other party said is true or not, but after inquiring for a long time, I didn't find any trace of this NPC, which may be hopeful, Sherlock doesn't want to let go.