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

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

It's just outsiders, if the Karars couldn't feel that strong natural atmosphere, they would have found a reason for the druids to die. The kind of natural breath that people unconsciously want to get close to, coupled with the decaying atmosphere like rotten wood, it is difficult for the city guards to recognize it.

Everywhere you look at it, this is a pretty standard blighter.

Even more convincing are some details of the robes on the body of this wither.

In Caral, the blight is roughly divided into two camps - or two schools.

One of them is the decaying oak that leans towards the Council of the Mages, and the other is the withered vine that leans towards the nobility of Carral. The former is marked with a black inverted oak emblem, while the latter is a few subtle vine-like dark flowers.

And this man in a black robe has some natural vine-like dark flowers on the corners of his clothes, which is obviously a high-ranking druid of a withered vine. If it's a holy name, it's probably a withered vine or a green vine or something.

As can be seen from the features, his dark flowers continue from the hem to the chest without breaking in the middle. This means that he has been a wither for more than twenty years; He has an eagle's head emblem on his neckline, indicating that he often accepts some overseas assignments.

The most important thing is that the faint fragrance emanating from his body proves that he is undoubtedly the black vine robe that only the decision-making level of the withered vine has the right to wear.

No one dared to disturb the interest of a witherer. No one dared to easily disturb a high-ranked, higher-status decision-making wither.

A silver druid. Even the witherers who can't access the core power are already the same as the earls in Carral.

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

Roland didn't say a word. He just looked up in silence and looked fixedly at the little girl with fluffy pink curls. It plays the role of a cold and silent blighter.

Look at the little girl's teary blue eyes. Roland sighed secretly.

It stands to reason that he can't care if she lives or dies.

After all, a withered person is too kind, and it will definitely make people suspicious. Roland even wondered if the little girl had been hired to test him.

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

However, it only took one sentence from the little girl to dispel Roland's previous thoughts.

"Honorable Blight, Helga. Saya salutes Gaia's father-"

The little girl with fluffy curly hair looked at Roland with a hamster-like gaze, and said in a voice that was clear and coherent enough, "Father, please come to the mansion for a while." I hope you must appreciate your face for the sake of the three sages. ”

Hearing this, Roland was silent for a long time.

He didn't think much of this precocious little girl. However, the Marquis of Saya Roland did know him.

He was the "General Maleos" that Roland used to scare Marken before. A wise man who is more like a scholar than a martial artist.

What did he ask himself to do?

Roland decided it wasn't too late to hear about it - Roland was now manic and could run if he wanted to.

“…… Lead the way. ”

Roland was silent for a long time. Then he replied in a hoarse voice.

Speaking of which, just now, for some reason, mania began to spread at an unusual rate. What started out as a few thousand infections suddenly tripled in a matter of hours and continues to grow until now.

Such a speed is undoubtedly abnormal.

You must know that there are no living creatures near the Great Rift, and it is impossible for the underground species under the Great Crack to climb up so quickly. They had discovered that it would take time for the Great Rift to be unsealed—otherwise Roland wouldn't have had to let Elukado break the seal sooner.

However, this level of increase in the number of infected people is definitely not something that can be achieved in a moment. To achieve this level of pollution rate. Unless all the infected are in the Great Chasm.

But how is that possible?

That's hundreds of meters high. Even if it is a silver-level powerhouse, if there is no protective measure, there is absolutely no second word except death if you jump down.

…… There's so little information to guess here, so let's wait for Elukado to come back. After she returned. The news brought back must have answered this question for Roland.

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

The plague created by the easy release of the blood of dusk was indeed a misconsideration by Roland.

Speaking of which, Roland had such thoughts at first mainly because he was forced by the Tree of Suffering.

The poison created by the blood of dusk can even deal damage to elemental life. It was based on this characteristic that Roland came up with the idea of using the blood of dusk to create a plague. No matter how resistant the Tree of Affliction's ailments are, it is as fragile as a layer of paper in front of the Blood of Dusk.

The plague of Dusk Blood is unique in the world of Faenns. Therefore, even Roland himself did not know what the symptoms of this plague were.

He just knows. This plague definitely had something to do with Edward, or the enemy of Kabbalah. If Roland is not mistaken, this plague can develop symptoms of mental collapse or melting in the later stages.

Roland had even planned to erase the contagiousness and mutation of the plague near the end of the revival of the plague. It is stored in a plague vial and used as a highly prized poison.

After all, the guru will take back the authority of plague and disease completely. Roland wasn't sure if the mentor would keep one for himself. You know, the Blood of Dusk is too dangerous—it's definitely not something that can be easily controlled.

If Roland hadn't been the Chosen One of the Sleeping Mentors, had blood sugar in his pocket, and happened to be about to change jobs to kill the crow, Roland would have died at the hands of Edward.

Thinking of this, Roland couldn't help but sigh.

Fortunately, he has already eliminated Edward. Otherwise, now that the Tree of Life has fallen, the enemies of the Kabbalah, who have lost their meaning of existence, are like mad dogs who bite whomever they want. If Roland is the Edward of this song, he will definitely cause huge problems for Roland.

The so-called horizontal is afraid of death...... The current enemies of Kabbalah are no longer to the extent of dying, but to the extent of directly rushing to die. If you don't die, you're not happy.

Roland was only worried about one thing-

The plague characteristic of mania is the blood of dusk...... What if these infected people had real "dusk blood" flowing in their bodies?

That's no different from Roland personally mass-producing the people of dusk. And this is the worst blasphemy Roland can do. Duty.

You know, the role of a mentor in the Sage is similar to a combination of antivirus, computer manager, and firewall. It is Roland's duty to purge the redundant elements that are not conducive to the development of the world, to purge the infected, to prevent the twilight invasion.

But then again, it doesn't matter if the plague gets out of control...... Anyway, Roland still has the last hole card.

That's the lethal symptom.

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

Just as Roland was silently thinking, he had already seen the Saya Mansion in front of him. (To be continued.) )