Roland went all the way up to the third floor, and was relieved to see that no one was following him.

It seems that there is no revealing stuffing.

He had never been so grateful to Caral for his foolish policy. From the streets to the Mule Inn, if the fools had even a little bit of common sense, the withered ones played by Roland would be completely exposed.

As Claude had thought at the beginning in the Lightless Trace, it was impossible for the Blighted to use the Divine Arts.

The Blighter's transfer is somewhat similar to that of a Dark Wizard's transition to a Corpse Witch, requiring the complete contamination of one's heart of nature with negative energy mixed with impurities until it withers and withers.

It is a ritual to gain strength, but at the same time it is a limitation.

Once the blighter's natural heart is polluted, there is no turning back. There is no way to restore the withered heart of nature.

Therefore, even if the blight goes far on this road, it is impossible to become a great druid, and can only live in the shadows for the rest of his life. In other words, the Blight is unable to get any transfer or promotion in the Druid class - this is an alternative advancement, and the reason why the Blight is strong is not only because of the restraint of negative energy on the living, but also because they have converted all of their Druid class classes into the Blighter.

However, not being able to become a Grand Druid means not being able to gain any real power within the Druids.

Without the rank of the Grand Druid, it is impossible to contact the Father of Gaia. Without the ability to turn knowledge into power and foresee the future, the druids are just ordinary gardeners.

Not to mention becoming the Three Patriarchs, even the Council of the Sages is impossible to join, and even the ability to contact with nature has been abolished - unlike ordinary druids, the Blighted Nature's Heart is not open, and the class trait has also become [Blighted Nature Heart], and the natural favor for natural life has become innate fear, and all previous divine spells will become corresponding withered versions.

Like a winding technique, the druid, whatever the surname, is nothing more than emerald green, withered yellow, and dark green. But the vines of the withered are jet-black vines mixed with gray marks. It's like being scorched by fire.

Any life hit by the Blight Entanglement will be subject to a check based on constitution attributes every second, and once the test fails, a portion of the recipient's life force will be evaporated out of thin air. This evaporation of life force is manifested in reality that people will become old and weak, and if they are not blessed by the priest of the silver rank to lift this vicious curse, then the evaporation of this life force is equivalent to permanence.

Like just now, Roland used a vine to strangle the middle-aged man who was passing by or break the boss's hand - if he was really a wither, then there would be charred black marks where his vines entangled.

If Roland had guessed correctly, the woman would have immediately sensed that there was something wrong with Roland's identity after the guards had checked it and reported it to Farina.

From the appearance of the body to the completion of the post-mortem examination by the guards, and then running to the oak hut to report to Farina, the process took half an hour.

In other words, Roland only had half an hour to get the transfer item from the outsider's priest.

The biggest problem was that Roland didn't know what form the prop was in.

In Roland's time, the way to change classes for a crow had become safe and effective - the last step for a would-be crow was to exchange the blood of his body for mercury after completing a preparatory task.

Therefore, it is necessary for the crow as a mentor to personally paralyze the heart of his apprentice, then use the hand of the psychic medium to pull out the chest cavity, and then use the blood to completely burn the blood in the whole body, and finally pour mercury directly, and then put the heart back to restore the heartbeat.

Although it is quite dangerous, the whole process is simple and orderly, and there are no job transfer items used.

Roland has a limited understanding of Farina.

In the game, he doesn't do any quests related to Farina. It's just that after Roland led the team to overthrow Farina, who was a crow witch, he got a diary from her, and when he turned to this page, he got the system's prompt "You have obtained relevant information about the Death Raven transfer item".

At that time, because the player was not able to transfer to the dead crow, he didn't know what the name of this class was. In her diary, Farina refers only to "the apostle who manipulated the plague". The most hateful thing is that she didn't point out what that thing looked like, what it did, and where it was placed.

The only thing Roland knew was that it must have been in this outlander.

- If he doesn't give it, then grab it.

Thinking of this, Roland happened to walk to the door of the stranger. So he didn't hesitate anymore, just pushed the door and walked in.

The first thing that caught his eye was a decaying pale face. He looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, and he still looked very young, but his hair was yellow. He was dressed in shabby clothes and smelled faint but certainly there.

The smell is not the kind of smell that people in some areas have accumulated because they have not bathed for a long time. It's something like the feeling of rotten frozen meat in the fridge.

Seeing Roland push the door in, the man turned his head sharply, a hint of ferocity flashing in his eyes.

But when he saw the clothes of the visitor, he was suddenly startled, and his ferocity turned into timidity, and his little eyes, which gave him a rodent feeling, began to scan around very quickly.

"Don't look at it, you can't run away."

A cold, hoarse voice came from under the black robes, like an echo from the land of the dead.

The pale-faced young man turned his gaze, and his jet-black pupils gradually became stained with a hint of bright red.

"Do you know who you're talking to, Blighter?"

Not to be outdone, his voice was full of low whimpering, giving the impression of the whispers of the dead.

Or rather, it was the whisper of the dead.

"Am I not talking to a shadow that is long dead, undead?"

Fighting back with the same sentence structure, Roland's tone was full of malice.

The moment he saw him, Roland thought it was his own delusion. But when he smelled the stench of corpses, he knew he was not mistaken.

This must be the undead. The ghosts of the dead from El Carter, the hometown of Doyd.

And...... is a traitorous undead.

In the aftermath of that war, Elcat, which was defeated but could not be destroyed, was known as the Rotten Nation. The countries protected by the gods refused to provide them with any trade, so after hundreds of years, it has even been forgotten by most people, and to this day, many people think that Elkart is just a legend.

But Roland knew that it was not a legend.

The undead pirates of Elcatel currently appear in the East China Sea as a living legend.

Until their new king returns, this group of decaying and decaying spirits has no glory or discipline to speak of, and they are fearless of everything, giving people utter despair like a moving scourge.

With their own firm will and determination, they gave up reincarnation and eternal silence, woke up in endless darkness, and left the land of the dead unswervingly, never to return.

In the beginning, the birth of the dead was not a desire for eternal life, but an obsession to defend the faith.

After the first gods stole the Sage's authority, the Golden Race, who remembered the Sage's glory, left in anger and went to their own half-plane, or simply crossed the walls of Gaia to the Outlands and plunged into a never-ending war with the Legions of Dusk.

The race that flowed with the blood of silver was divided into two, and some of them submitted to the so-called "gods" and became their first followers; while the other part is firmly engaged in a desperate struggle with the former.

However, after death, the spirits and other silver races who are believers no longer go to the land of the dead, but escape reincarnation and enter the kingdom of the gods, and obtain eternal life in another sense. When their projection once again descended from the kingdom of God, their enemies were desperate to find that it was an impossible war to win.

At that time, Duyid, who believed in Gaia's father, found another way to escape samsara from the remnants of the legacy of the Sleeping Teacher. By performing a similar ritual, one can transform oneself into a life form similar to that of a dead crow.

They call this form the undead.

Unlike the silver races that worship the gods, the rebirth of the undead comes at a heavy cost. Once reborn as a ghost, it means that you will never be able to return to the land of the dead, and you will never rest in peace—not to describe it, but to do so.

Even if it's chopped into minced meat, each small piece of minced meat still has its own feel. Even if it rots into slag, each grain of slag still retains a sensitive feeling. If the eternal stagnation of the mind is the definition of death, then the undead are immortal and cannot be killed in any way.

Even if he was hammered into flesh and burned to ashes, his consciousness would still stay on the dead land. and will eventually become a clay puppet and resurrect it.

It's not a blessing, it's a misfortune.

In the days when they could never end their immortality, while their bodies were still rotting irrepressibly, their once noble souls soon withered and withered, and in the end, they forgot even their original glory.

In order to find something to do for themselves, some fallen undead even began to believe in some evil gods, contrary to their original wishes.

For example, this undead in front of you. He is a typical undead spirit who believes in the god of decay and disease, so that they can give up the maintenance of their bodies and choose to let it rot naturally.

Because he could not die at all, he could not have eternal life from the kingdom of the gods. In other words, it's simply working for the gods for a day job – the deadline is forever.

The moment he was identified, Roland gave up the idea of negotiating with him.

Like this kind of cheap existence, Roland doesn't think there is any need to communicate with him.

"Your soul will wither with your decaying flesh—"

As soon as Roland whispered, two emerald green vines emerged from under the silver-gray black robe.

But at this moment, a hint of consternation flashed in the eyes of the undead priest.