Roland: They eventually gave up on going straight to the ground through the hole that had been blown through.

Because the cave wall that runs through more than ten meters of rock formation is too hot.

As the representative of the most outstanding alchemical weapons of our time, the power of the Flowing Light is not just to blow up a small section of sewer or half a building.

The rock formations closest to the explosion had crystallized, with translucent amber shards scattered across the hourglass-shaped walls of the cavern. Ever since he saw this, Roland had already known that trying to climb up from here would be death.

Just standing below, you can vaguely feel the heat wave, and I'm afraid that the temperature of the cave wall is just right for frying meat.

Roland simply didn't have time to wait for it to cool down. If they did, they would be stuck in the sewers by the guards sent to investigate the situation before the temperature dropped enough to climb with their bare hands.

By that time, Roland's purpose had already failed.

Now Roland's primary purpose is to capture or kill the undead of Ribblade Street, and then use it to appease the Professor's anger.

That being the case, keeping the action secret is paramount.

"Let's go to Qingguo Avenue!"

Roland decided categorically.

The North Side of Fortune City has a total of five large sewer entrances that are large enough for most people to pass through. Three of them had been blown up by Roland, and only the side of Qingguo Avenue was large enough for most people to pass through.

"Isn't Qingguo Avenue preparing for a war? So many of us suddenly appeared...... Will it cause trouble? ”

In the crowd, someone asked worriedly.

Roland just sneered, and a hoarse snake-like voice came from under the black robe: "Oh? Are you trying to question me? ”

"Question a prophet who has led you out of crisis many times?"

"That's right! We're just going to question you! ”

Someone in the crowd stepped forward. Say it loudly: "You have no right to command us!" We don't even know what you look like......"

"Nope! I have! ”

Before he could finish speaking, Roland shouted in a louder, more majestic voice than his, "! ”

A cold light flashed. A head in the crowd flew up without warning, blood gushing out like a fountain. Instantly stained those closest to him red.

The timid men and some of the young men in the middle of the group screamed at this, and chaos spread through the ranks like a plague.

When got Roland's eye, he stepped forward and yelled with a sinister grin, "You monkeys! ”

"If you don't want to die, be quiet!"

Before these people could be quiet, took out his ritual dagger and slashed it down with force, and a huge magic circle immediately appeared behind him.

It was a portable ritual used by the Wizard of the Knife to adjust the sorcery stored in the ritual dagger, with no attack power.

But at the moment, Dekker only wanted to use it for its aura.

It turns out that it's just a wizard standing here. It's enough to make most people feel scared.

So under's intimidation, everyone quieted down, and looked at him with dissatisfaction or fear, but no longer noisy.

Roland slowly walked over from behind at this moment, raised his right hand and patted Dekker on the shoulder, and Dekker retreated with a submissive face.

It was only then that everyone suddenly realized that Roland had unwittingly become the leader of the team from the guide of the team.

"I know, you might have some thoughts about me." Roland's voice was gentle and hoarse, with a singular rhythm that made people relax, "For example? ”

There was silence. It took a long time before someone tentatively said, "I think." Your Excellency Orlando, you should at least talk to us about it......"

With that, he looked at Roland's expression, but Roland's face was hidden in shadow by his robes. I can't see it at all.

He hesitated, seeing that Roland probably had no intention of objecting. The voice gradually became louder: "I'm not saying that it's not good for you to be this temporary leader. But the talent to lead the team to survive and bring the team together. It should not be confused. ”

"So, son, do you have any proposals?"

A soft, deep voice slowly flowed from under the black robe, as gentle as a pastor doing morning prayer.

Seeing that Roland didn't seem to have any intention of resisting, this person seemed to be invisibly encouraged, pointed to a middle-aged man with a hard face behind him, and said the answer in his heart loudly.

"I think Master Klein is good. He's a ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Roland sighed heavily.

An inexplicable sigh interrupted the man's words, and he was suddenly a little unhappy.

But when he just turned around, his heart jerked suddenly, and he couldn't spit out if he was stuck in his throat for a long time.

I saw that Klein's head fell out of nowhere, and the blood gushed out again as before, almost soaking the bodies of the people around him.

This time he finally saw it clearly.

With the wizard's drawing of the sword, a silver light passed through his body, not hurting himself in the slightest, but directly beheading Klein behind him.

Wizard of the Sword?

He finally realized the identity of the man, and his heart couldn't help but shudder.

These sorcerers who specialize in the art of killing have spent their entire lives studying the art of killing, and the work of killing has become an art in their hands.

The mere existence of such a person is a deterrent!

Just when the scene fell into dead silence, Roland took a few steps forward lightly and said softly, "Do you know why I sigh? ”

"That's because, at the same time you said that, I already saw the future of his death."

The man was stared at by Roland, like a frog targeted by a poisonous snake, and his whole body was wooden, and he did not dare to move.

He could only listen quietly to Roland's deep and subtle voice ringing in his ears: "I don't want to see the future of your death...... You know what I mean? ”

He nodded stiffly, and the knuckles of his neck made a ratakala sound.

Seeing his reaction, Roland nodded with satisfaction, took a step back, and said calmly to everyone: "If you stay here, you will undoubtedly die." I say this, believe it or not. ”

"I said I could lead you out of here as long as you obey my orders."

“…… In the same way, if you dare to disobey my orders, you will not be able to get out," Roland repeated gently, "you will not be able to get out." ”

"- And now, get down on your knees, weep for me, and beg me to forgive you."

Roland's voice was low and flat, but it reverberated in the dead silence of the narrow sewers, full of heterogeneous viscous and slippery.

There was silence for about a few seconds, and then the sound of kneeling could be heard in the darkness.

"Good boy."

Roland paused slightly, took a deep, silent breath, and a low, pleasant voice flowed out in the shadow of the black robe.

He whispered, "Your sins are cleared." (To be continued......)