Roland followed Anros into the secret door of the Singia Tavern.

It was a spiraling staircase, with no light around it, and Roland and Anros were holding on to the wall and going down little by little.

…… Why does it feel a little hot on the ground?

As the two of them gradually descended, Roland felt the temperature of the ground gradually rising, and some doubts could not help but rise in his heart.

As soon as An Ruosi opened the door of the underground room, the boiling heat rushed to his face, forcing An Ruosi back.

The wind was filled with the stench of burning. Just by breathing, I felt the pain in my throat and lungs filled with iron.

An Ruosi couldn't bear to cover her mouth and nose with her hands, but she still showed a painful look.

Roland furrowed his eyebrows slightly.

He remembered very well, not to mention this boss room, the entire Singya Tavern should be cold and dry.

Even though the raw material of the glow 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.

Descending from the passage pointed out by Anroth, the two paths leading to the Blood Pool and the Underground Passage represent the place where the Glowing Blood was made and the Wine Storage Room, respectively.

Not to mention the blacksmith's heat, it's even colder than winter. Once worn long enough, it will also have a stiff joint debuff.

But now, it's filled with unbearable heat.

Not to mention storing sake, it can be steamed after staying at this temperature for a little longer.

…… Strange, what's going on here?

Could it be that this place has been ransacked by demons?

Roland's heart was full of doubts. The uneasiness of things getting out of control made his heart skip a beat.

He clearly remembers, in the original historical trajectory. The cellar was discovered and destroyed much later.

After all, there could be no wizards roaming around the Glow Glade, and magic did not have the ability to detect humanoids and detect secret doors.

Roland had a bad feeling.

"The butterfly effect? Finally making an impact? ”

"What?"

Ann Ruosi was puzzled by Roland's muttering.

"I mean. Get ready to resist the sorcery of the heat. ”

Roland replied casually, and then he reached out to cover his mouth and nose. Strode into the basement.

As soon as he entered, an even more scorching heat rushed in, almost roasting Roland's eyes.

The scorching heat swept through the hot power of the air, and bombarded Roland like a stream of water. In just an instant, Roland's bare hands and chin were roasted red.

This kind of temperature is by no means something that Ann Ruosi and himself can resist.

"Don't come in! Get out! ”

Knowing this, Roland snorted without hesitation, turned around and pushed An Ruosi out, and then exited together and closed the door.

"Wait, this door ......"

Wait for Roland to pull the door. Only then did he realize that there was something wrong with the material of this gate.

The temperature inside was so hot that even the ground was scorched to the point of heat - but touching the door from the outside was even so cold that Roland's burned hands ached.

Roland has never heard of any other material being so insulating.

Is the heat inside an illusion? No.

Although Roland's low will attribute is terrifying, there is no illusion that can deceive Roland under Higgs's gaze.

In other words, is it a specially specialized alchemy circle?

Zingia was able to do this for the sake of fire prevention - which made Roland feel a little uneasy.

…… It's like she'd known there was going to be a terrible fire here.

"May all glory be to the Teacher."

Feeling the pain in his hands and jaw begin to become more intense, Roland immediately sang a harmless chant, and the red skin of his chin and hands regained its white color in the shallow, almost illusory silver-gray streamer.

It was then that Roland realized why the Elder Sleep had prayed for his frost.

The Long Sleep Tutor is not involved in any weather-related areas.

The cold wind that the frost prayer calls for is one that hurts the mourner's teammates - it's not a cold snap that can be controlled. It's just that part of the environment of the frost-covered hell is embodied in reality.

The mourners are protected from cold winds, ice blades, and ice brambles only because of the adaptability of the followers of the Sleeping Master to the hellish plane.

But for the extremely chilly crow, even if the cold wind summoned by the frost-covered prayer did not cause him substantial damage, the sudden drop in temperature alone was enough to make them lose consciousness instantly.

That's why Roland was so unhappy that the Elder Sleep had given him a frost-covered prayer - a skill that could only be used for a few days. Obviously, it is not as good as the baptism chant that can be used forever and can continue to grow in power.

The prayer is much longer than the usual chant. And unlike chants, which can be interrupted at any time to release a part of the effect, the effect can only be fully realized after the whole chant has been sung.

And the prayer itself is a prayer, even if Roland is the elect. Prayers must also be solemn when they are sung.

In other words, Roland can't release it while moving at high speeds.

But what to say. The Elder Sleep Mentor had long known that Roland would have entered the basement, and had known that the basement had become a sea of fire......

"Blessed are those who are caught in the fire! Blessed are the prophets who were burned at the stake by fools! ”

Roland took a deep breath. Suddenly, he prayed loudly, startling An Ruosi beside him.

"For the Guru will preserve you as gold in the fire."

"I've seen my mentor build an ice storehouse, a snow room, and a hail storehouse."

"There the waters are as hard as stone, and the flames are frozen in ice."

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

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

"She snows like wool day by day, and scatters frost like ashes—and her cold comes from death, and how can flesh resist it?"

As Roland's last words fell, the belt slammed into the ground and shattered, and immediately Roland's feet were covered with frost, and the thin blades of ice rose like an iceberg.

After the area of two or three meters around Roland was covered with thorns like ice jade, the frost-white ground began to spread slowly but firmly in all directions.

After confirming that the frost had unfolded, Roland stepped forward and stepped out of the ice blade that had circled him.

As he walked towards the gate, blades of ice gradually rose on both sides of the road he passed, like guards welcoming him in the path.

Roland rubbed his cold hands and opened the door to the hoarfrost that had begun to spread from the bottom to the top.

Suddenly, the cold wind and the hot wind collided together, stirring up a violent hurricane. The wind was both hot and cold, blowing Roland's black robe into a hunting sound.

The frost beneath Roland's feet seemed to be enraged by the sudden heat, and large patches of ice thorns pierced the ground, exuding a deadly chill that kept the heat out.

Roland exhaled, bringing up a large white mist.

Just work.

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

Anyway, with Roland's divine grace, if he didn't care that he would get frostbite, Roland could have kept the frost-covered prayer open for decades.

Even if the cold temperature was enough to frostbite Roland, he still had a prayer for no injury.

In any case, the high temperature, which was enough to roast people to death, could not stop Roland from exploring it.

"Mr. Roland...... Aren't you a druid? ”

An Ruosi stood at the door and was stunned for a long time before holding up the witchcraft to resist the cold and followed, looking at Roland with an expression of disbelief.

Roland turned his head and drew a gentle, pleasant smile on his chin exposed to the cloak.

"Ah, I lied to you." (To be continued......)