"Roland! Rowland! Faster than ...... Claudia? ”

Kruvien ran over panting, his face full of obvious exhalation after seeing the state of the two of them, and his greasy fat fingers scratched his hair.

"Okay, well, you've found it......"

"What's wrong?"

Roland asked, but he knew it.

…… I guess I found a pyroxene species.

"I saw a woman with a pyroxene on her forehead...... She attacked me indiscriminately, and I managed to subdue her. ”

Kruvine smiled wryly, "I'm also worried about whether the people here have developed some new use of pyroxene that can control people's spirits or something...... Now I'm relieved. ”

"Don't worry, aren't we all standing here?" Roland looked relaxed.

Controlling the human spirit?

Roland sneered quietly.

The reality is much worse than that. It is not so much about controlling the human spirit as it is about imprisoning the human soul.

So, Kruvien breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good...... By the way, Roland, what kind of weird dress are you? How do you look like those arms dealers? ”

As he said this, he kept sweeping his gaze to Roland's waist.

Roland knew, and he didn't blame Kruvine for that.

I saw Roland holding the spider web guard in his left hand, and the newly obtained dagger was inserted into his waist with the first two weapons, and the three short, medium and long weapons were side by side, looking like a strong sense of imbalance.

This is the standard dress of a weapon master.

The so-called bipedal self-propelled humanoid weapon rack -- when you see people on the side of the road who are cloaked or shirtless, carrying seven or eight or even a dozen different weapons on their backs, and bulging in their pockets. It's the master of weapons.

When a master of weapons is successfully inaugurated, they will immediately understand the use of any object that can be called a weapon in their hands. As a result, they can always choose the right weapon for the enemy's weak points.

And those more senior weapon masters. You can even learn several stances for each weapon.

So in general, the older and stronger. The more weapons you have, the more powerful your weapon master becomes.

And Roland is now dressed like this, with three weapons that can't be matched at all, it seems too unreliable to say that he is an ordinary warrior or a stalker, but if he is a weapon master, it is obviously half-hanging.

"Don't worry about the details...... That's what I want. ”

"Okay then."

Kruvine shrugged.

Probably little Rowland has some plans.

In the city of wealth, he can be regarded as seeing Roland's outstanding ability and ruthlessness that cannot be ignored.

It was also from that time that he no longer regarded Roland as a child, but as a team leader with a certain ability to plan.

In his opinion, Roland's plans are neither complicated nor difficult to understand, but they always succeed unexpectedly.

Cruvien could only attribute the situation to the fact that Roland had a covert and efficient source of intelligence.

Is Doyd so powerful?

Kruvien couldn't help but be a little dazed.

"By the way, Kruvien, you can go to the city in a moment to help me buy a weak acid bottle. I've got a box full of coins. May not be able to spend. ”

Roland said suddenly.

"Weak acid bottle? That thing doesn't have much power, it's better to buy strong acid than to buy it. ”

"I'm not the one who beats people...... I'm going to make a bottle of potion. ”

"You still make potions?"

Kruvien looked incredulous: "You're still an alchemist? ”

"Not really...... Just as many Assassins concoct their own poisons, I use this potion myself. ”

Roland struck Kruvine lightly in the shoulder with a look of helplessness.

…… I'm not lying, am I?

Roland's heart was full of banter.

Yes, I do use it for my own professional reasons.

Crimson fangs can be made from the ashes of unjust souls or the ashes of the deceased, mixed with the blood of elves, to create a strong paralyzing effect on clerics.

But want to formulate an absolutely deadly scarlet fang, the devil's body. Liquid or ashes of the dead are indispensable.

But now you're telling me to get the devil's body. Liquid......

If it was in the City of Wealth, Roland could have gone to the Fruit Lock to get a little.

After all, the Lock of Green Fruit has several desires. Magic perennial pick-up. Guest. I want the body of the devil. The liquid is not difficult at all. But now, it is estimated that they will either be buried in the fire, or they will be awakened by the desire to originate. The demon teleported back to Hell with him.

And the undead are even rarer......

You can't let Roland run back to the sick village now and negotiate with Falina to get her to hand over the ashes of the undead, right?

However, Roland still has a backup option.

The Guardian of the Webs is the uniform of the worshippers of the Demon Lord Agares, and the garment itself is alive. Now it's just a state similar to a stone statue, and after sucking blood, it will naturally come back to life.

The reason why this garment is alive is because it can restore life to its owner by hunting living creatures. It then absorbs the owner's life force to fix vulnerabilities or evolve new features on its own.

It's barely a demonic item. Nature is full of negative energy.

If these demonic items are destroyed, they can only be destroyed by using holy water. Then mix it up. The weak acid of the blood dissolves it. Dissolving does not mean that its negative energy disappears, but only melts into the solvent.

Wait for Roland to feed it with blood. Take the Blue Fang and tear a strip of cloth on it.

Claudia is now a saint and can already make holy water on her own. Let her contribute a little more blood to dissolve the cloth, and Roland will have enough scarlet fangs to kill Claude.

"Aren't we going over there first? Look at the woman I caught being controlled. ”

Kruvine frowned, "I always feel a little bad about the ability to control other people's spirits with pyroxene......"

"Leave that alone. Let's go ahead and join up with Marken," Roland said with a serious face, "After all, without Claude and Marken, our combat effectiveness has been reduced by more than half." ”

"Yes."

Kruvien agreed.

He didn't know that Roland was also sighing in his heart now.

If possible, he would definitely kill the pyroxene monster that was restrained by Kruvine first, after all, killing the pyroxene is also a twilight crusade.

But now is not the time to waste time dwelling on them.

Not to mention that the situation on Claude's side will become more and more uncertain as time goes by, and Edward may be lurking near those pyroxene species.

Roland felt a little uneasy.

Even though all the wizards in the pyroxene glade would have their spell level dropped by a large level, Roland still didn't want to provoke Edward right now.

Roland's natural energy was empty, his baptismal prayer did no harm to Edward, who was not a deceased, and his own weapon was only a light blue delicate imitation of the blue fang.

As a shield defender, Kruvine was born restrained by the spellcasting profession; And Claudia is even more because she is near the pyroxene glade, and the casting level is directly reduced from the Black Iron Rank Wizard to the official level.

If they faced Edward, they would most likely be wiped out here.

Roland didn't believe that "Edward" was a pure-bred wizard.

…… Let's find a chance to kill Claude first.

A cold light flashed in Roland's eyes.

His left hand, hidden under the protection of the webs, hung low, and the tips of his five fingers were bleeding slowly but steadily.

Greedily absorbed by the spider web protector, the blood that flowed did not exud the slightest bloody aura, and Roland's wound was unusually without any sign of healing.

Some of the blood that flowed down was absorbed by the protection of the cobwebs, and a layer of silver-gray cobwebs slowly emerged from the pure black robes.

The other part of the blood was mixed with the wizard's ashes that Roland had smeared in his palm before, condensing the blood-colored and transparent handleless blade like an ice edge, which was gently pinched by Roland with his thumb, index finger and middle finger.

After the blade was completely condensed, Roland took it lightly, and it landed in the inner pocket of the spider web protector with light and precision.

"Let's go, let's go find Marken."

Roland raised his head and said casually. (To be continued......)