The Black Knight was emblazoned with the emblem of Vijes, indicating his unusual status in Parnia, and although Roland was unable to identify his armor, it could be deduced to be an artifact based on his unusually strong luck fluctuations. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

As for the black warrior's golden sword, he had seen it in the game before he crossed over, and he knew that it was a famous sword called "Yang Yan" without identification.

This golden heavy sword can only be held by creatures of the good faction, usually has +2 enchantment modifiers, and increases to +4 against evil creatures, and doubles the damage against creatures and undead creatures on the negative energy plane, once a day, the wielder of the Sun Sword can unleash a "daylight spell" that illuminates the space within 10 feet around it, and affects creatures with light sensitivity weaknesses such as vampires, dark elves, orcs, etc., like natural light.

In addition to that, the most amazing thing about this sword is its weight. It is a heavy sword in terms of appearance and power, but the fact that this sword weighs only as much as a short sword means that it can be used as an off-hand equipment, and agility classes such as thieves, assassins, and ninjas can also flexibly use this sword, and with the help of the "weapon proficiency" specialty, the agility attribute is used instead of the strength attribute to calculate the attack check.

The subtlety and sharpness of the black warrior's sword is comparable to that of the black warrior, which shows that his agility attribute is at least not less than 20, and Roland also knows that Parnia is rich in ninjas, if he only looks at the Yang Yan Sword, he will suspect that the black warrior is actually a ninja, but considering that the other party is wearing heavy armor, it is difficult to speculate, after all, ninjas cannot wear heavy armor.

"Hey, boy, what the hell are you?" Bloom looked the Black Samurai up and down with his hammer, wary of the sudden popping up.

The black knight glanced at the dwarf lightly, his gaze returned to Roland's face, and said unhurriedly: "In Lower Vlad, a nobody from Parnia, you don't have to mind. ”

Nobody? A nobody wearing artifact-grade armor and wearing a Yang Yan sword? This is not modesty, it is clearly an excuse that people don't want to deal with you.

The master was inevitably a little lonely, and Roland didn't care about his cold attitude, and then asked him: "Does Your Excellency Vlad know who is responsible for the bloody crime here?" ”

The black knight's attitude became more and more cold, and he waved his hand impatiently: "The water behind this matter is very deep, those people are not something you can afford to provoke, I advise you to hurry up and leave this land of right and wrong." ”

Roland smiled, still unchanging: "Then please at least tell me who killed Pastor Dmitry, he is my friend, and I am obliged to avenge him." ”

Perhaps touched at the heartstrings by his obligation, Vlad pondered for a moment, then spoke in a slightly softer tone when he spoke again, "Have you ever heard of 'living skinning'?" ”

"I've never heard of it, and I would like to ask for your advice."

"It is a very cruel and evil magic that can peel off the skin of the person who comes into contact with it, and the victim will die in agony and wail, and his soul will not be freed, and the caster will be imprisoned in the skin of a person who has been skinned alive and transformed into an undead creature called 'Relic', unfortunately, your friend Dmitry has suffered such torture, and the consequences you have just seen."

"Damn!" Bloom couldn't bear it anymore and burst into anger: "Who the hell did this heart-wrenching crime!" Uncle Ben must crush his dog's head! ”

The black knight glanced at him lightly, and did not hide his contempt: "I advise you to be nosy for the last time, curiosity will only kill you." ”

As soon as the words fell, a large cloud of smoke suddenly burst out from his body, filling the room in an instant, obscuring everyone's vision. By the time the smoke cleared, he was gone.

Bloom scratched his head: "Brother Roland, is what Vlad said credible?" It's hard to imagine that he's a fellow flaker. ”

Roland shook his head slightly, "I don't think he's like a bad guy, and as for what he said, I'd rather believe it than not." ”

"Anyway, I don't like that kind of guy who pretends to be pretentious, and I trust my own judgment more than listening to him!" Lyudmila coldly dropped a sentence, turned over and jumped out of the window, and continued to look for clues.

Noticing the traces of footsteps in the garden, she continued to track the messy footprints and bloodstains, and soon found a humanoid corpse in the bushes.

This is a rather large body, more than nine feet tall, yellowish skin, a big belly with thick fat, only a simple animal skin shorts on the upper and lower body, a thick arm holding a big club, the other arm and half of the body have been blown away, and the wound remains scorched marks.

The monster was clearly dying in pain, its brutal and ugly face twisted violently, two fangs sticking out of its lips.

"An ogre." Roland walked up to her, stared at the corpse and muttered, "It looks like she's been dead for days, with severe burns, probably from the Flame Strike." ”

"Why can't it be a fireball?" Lyudmila asked rhetorically.

It's hard to put that into words...... To put it simply, Fireball uses pure fire elements, and Flame Strike incorporates some divine energy, and if you are a priest or a paladin, you can clearly feel the residual divine energy of the ogre's corpse, which means that he did not die at the hands of an arcane spellcaster. ”

The priest's magic is far less abundant than the mage's arcane arts, and offensive magic is especially rare, and the five-ring flame strike is one of the very few offensive magic that is powerful and very useful.

"It is conceivable that Reverend Dmitry fought the 'Skinner' and his henchmen here, and killed an ogre with firestrikes, but was left alone and failed to prevent the tragedy at the lumberyard and was killed himself......"

Lyudmila raised her eyebrows, "So you still believe that Vlad's words?" ”

Roland smiled helplessly, "The information he provided could explain what happened to Pastor Dmitry, and we have no better choice until we find a clue that contradicts it." ”

"Know why I don't like that guy? Because I suspect he is deliberately using some half-truths to lead you astray. Lyudmila lowered her voice, "Don't you notice something wrong?" ”

"Tell me about it."

"We found a large number of bodies in the lumberyards and churches, mostly adult men, but also women and the elderly, but not a single child, is this normal?"

Roland nodded, "It's not normal, the children in the lumberyard have either gone into hiding or have been kidnapped by the assailants." ”

"But the venerable Mr. Vlad didn't mention it at all." Lyudmila smiled sarcastically, "Rather than tracking down the unpredictable 'skinner' in his mouth, it is more important to find the whereabouts of the survivors in the village." ”

"Then the only clue we have at our disposal is this ogre." Roland looked closely at the corpse at his feet, and to his disappointment, the ogre's corpse did not show a trace of luck fluctuations, and he did not find any magic items, "Mira, can you trace the footprints left by the ogre's comrades?" "Tracing is a ranger's specialty.

Lyudmila looked around with a sad expression: "There was a rainstorm here two days ago, which diluted the smell and traces of the scene, I can try to track it, but there is no guarantee that I will finally find what you are looking for." ”

Roland sighed to himself, if a ranger didn't have the confidence to track down the whereabouts of the murderer, he couldn't have done better.

After a little thought, he decided to put aside the idea of tracking down the murderer for the time being, and asked Lyudmila: "If there are any other market towns nearby, let's go and rest first, and ask the locals about the changes that have happened at the lumberyard." ”

Lyudmila pulled out the map scroll from her satchel and opened it to check out the villages along the Perren Gorge.

"Unfortunately, there are no other human settlements nearby, but there is a large market town in the valley thirty miles away from the logging site, which is said to be home to gnomes, and I don't know if humans are welcome to visit."

"Don't worry, those cunning little dwarfs welcome any traveler who can bring them shiny gold coins, thirty miles is not near or far, hurry up and we will have time to have dinner in Gnome Town." Bloom walked over with a smile.

Roland glanced back at the dwarf and couldn't help but complain: "Brother Bloom, the word 'dwarf' is a little wrong to come out of your mouth." ”

"Haha, Roland, my friend, you don't understand this! It's rude for others not to say 'dwarf' in front of us dwarves, but we dwarves ourselves can say whatever we want. ”

"That being said, is it really good for you to call a dwarf by a derogatory term like 'dwarf'? There is a way that you would not do unto others as you would have them do unto you......"

"What's wrong?" Bloom spread his hands and looked innocent, "Gnomes are shorter than dwarves!" A person should not be criticized for his honesty! ”

This makes sense, and Roland is speechless.