Roland was careful not to make any loud noises and returned the way he came.

It's not too far, as the vines don't stretch for a maximum of sixty yards, and you can run back in a minute if you find the right direction.

It is impossible to immediately gain the favor of the Ash Men in the crowd, the objective environment does not allow this. The first step to completing the transfer mission is to isolate at least one of the Ashes from the others and the Marken group.

As for what to do, Roland already has a plan in his heart.

Now the two winding techniques in his hand have not expired. If the timing is right, find an Ember Guy who is temporarily out of everyone's sight, and then one vine wraps around his mouth, and the other pulls his leg away, just like Roland himself did before.

Once he can speak face to face, with Roland's knowledge of the Ring of the South Wind, at least he will not be regarded as an enemy.

The calculation is good, but the plan can't keep up with the rapid change. As Roland was halfway down the road, a man in a red robe threw himself in the middle of the road.

Behind him was directly embedded in the body with a throwing axe, and the muscles in his back were undoubtedly severed, and at this depth, his spine was probably broken as well.

Roland looked at him quietly, and suddenly laughed silently.

Such a ready-made good thing is in front of him, and Roland is sorry for himself if he doesn't take advantage of it.

Having made up his mind, Roland spoke, "...... are you?" ”

The man lying on the ground trembled visibly. Probably excited, but he couldn't lift his head now.

"My name is Pars, Pars. May the winds of the south greet you, white mistletoe. ”

His voice was almost choked.

I'm probably thinking about it right now, "Ah, I'm finally saved." Roland had a faint smile on his face, and everything was under control.

If this is a more selfish person, then his next sentence is "Carry me back, I'm dying" or something. And if this person still has some sense of honor as a cultist for his cause of destroying the order of civilization, I am afraid that it is "leave me alone, go and save Master Marco".

"Master Marco is in danger, you leave me alone! I'm good for nothing, but we can't afford to lose a master...... No! Don't go yet, go to Your Excellency the Wind Whisperer, and bring some more people! Hurry, hurry—"

Not bad.

Roland almost applauded him in his heart.

Being able to recognize that he is "worthless" shows that he has a minimum of self-knowledge; Being able to recognize the situation on the field, instead of blindly asking Roland for help, shows that this guy's brain has not been roasted by the ashes, at least there is the most basic logic.

If he had fallen in a more enlightened place like the Dawning Sect or the White Tower, he might have the possibility of returning to normal society—by the way, when Roland said he was referring to returning to normal society, he was referring to devoting himself to irreplaceable heavy labor after three months to six months of brainwashing, or to purifying his soul in the flames of his former comrades wrapped in dangerous objects.

Is this cruel? It's not cruel at all.

Compared to what happens to other cultists when they are caught, they can see the sun, eat some normal food until they die, or carry heroes on their backs—I mean the name of a martyr is admired by posterity, which is really considered merciful.

And Roland was more merciful than those guys. He didn't want to confuse his spirit, destroy his faith, or use brainwashing to confuse him, nor was he prepared to exploit his labor, or use it as some special and rare consumable. He was going to give him the death of a warrior after asking a few simple questions, so that he could believe that the truth he had believed for half his life was not a fallacy before he died.

So Roland asked very calmly, "Do you believe me?" ”

“…… Of course I do. ”

The moment the druid, named Pars, uttered these words, a large dark green number crossed in front of Roland's eyes:

[Inaugural Mission 1: Make any Ash Cultist above the Bronze rank friendly to you]

[You have gained the trust of Pars, and the inaugural mission (1) is completed]

[You've got new information about your job assignment—]

["May the gods be reduced to ashes"]

【Quest Tips——】

[This may be a sentence, or it may be the motto of an organization.] Anyway, you have to find out about it anyway. Intuition tells you that it has to do with the power of the Ashes.

[You have received a new job quest]

[Inaugural task (2): identify keywords and obtain complete broken news at the same time]

Predictable.

The corners of Roland's mouth hung up slightly.

He knew even the next step in the mission. At least until the butterfly effect occurred, there was basically nothing important in this world that he didn't know.

"What do you want to say?"

The druid's voice trembled as he lay on the ground.

"I just wanted to confirm your identity."

Roland's tone was so flat that it was about to freeze, but the speed of his speech still didn't change, but it no longer contained any sense, it was as cold as an inorganic matter.

To use an inappropriate analogy – it's just a simple change in supply and demand.

Roland didn't need to force the man to believe his words, and in the absence of any evidence to doubt his identity, Pars could only choose to believe and accept Roland's words.

"How do you want to confirm?" Pars's voice trembled slightly.

"The Ashes' manifesto. It's the one you say every day, the gods turned to ashes or something—read it to me in its entirety. ”

Pars seemed relieved.

Indeed, this is not something that cannot be said. Even when you usually develop new members, this is the first time that others know, and if you just confirm your identity, you can really ask this question.

After all, even those new members have heard of it, and if they don't know, then there is no doubt that it is fake.

Roland wasn't trying to confirm his identity, though. Just like before, he just had to say it.

There are gods in this world—not the hypocrisies of the gods who now claim to be gods in heaven who hold the authority of the saints, but there is a true God.

After Om created this sanctuary-like world, a back door was set up on top of the Sage's authority to ensure that it did not go wrong from within. In the future, the three saints, including the Elder Sleep Teacher, relied on this system to regain their authority.

The device, or rather the god is called Ommels the Observer, whose name means "what Orm saw".

The meaning of His existence is to record everything that happens. Roland has posted on the forums about the relationship between the meaning of Omles' actions and existence and the division of the characters' factions and the system's task determination.

Leave that at that. In short, the system determines the success of a task that involves reversing the will of another person without looking at the inner thoughts of the other person. Not to mention how the reactions are almost all set NPCs to have inner thoughts, and the changes in the player's mood cannot be accurately determined.

As a result, the system adopts the "personal confession of not being forced and from the heart" or "absolute behavior judgment" of others. "As for what criteria come from the heart and where absolutes come from, that's the observer's question.

Although a considerable part of Pars's trust in Roland was forced by the form, Roland himself did not force him. And he did have a good impression of Roland, who appeared at the most critical moment like the timely rain, at least temporarily. In this case, the observer would conclude that he had "expressed confidence in Roland" and that Roland's first mission would be completed.

In fact, if Roland asks him to say something like "I'm starting to like you kid" or "You're really beautiful, I want to have dinner with you tomorrow", he can judge it as a success. And when he completed the first task by deception, Roland realized that his third task could not be completed by normal means.

So he listened intently to Pars's feeble words: "We are the fire-givers of the old order, we are the apostles of the new world, bringing news of new life from the fire—we will reduce the gods to ashes, and the will of men will rise from the ashes." ”

[You have obtained information about the Ashes, and the inaugural mission (2) has been completed]

[You've got new information about your job assignment—]

[The Ashes Cult is undoubtedly a small circle, and its contents include dangerous models such as the Unbeliever, the Abandon, the Heretic, or the Lunatic, and it is difficult for you to get them to accept a stranger simply.] In short, you have to get to know these people quickly, and if you can't talk and laugh with them, at least leave a clear impression on them – no matter the means. 】

[You have received a new job quest]

[Inaugural Task (3): Make more than 20 Ash Disciples aware of your existence zài (0/20)]

Very good.

"Ah, that's right. You're the real thing. ”

Roland spoke flatly, and the vines in his sleeve poked out like lightning, tightly binding the neck of the Ash Disciple named Pars. Now that Roland has been talking to him for so long, even if he is a bronze rank powerhouse, he will inevitably be weak due to blood loss at this moment.

His experience cannot be wasted. And his clothes, his body, or even the axe that is stuck in his body at this moment, has its own use.

In short, you can't let him escape, you can't let him die immediately, you can't let him be discovered by others.

In addition, he has another use-

Roland manipulated the vines with his mind to lift the young man up, and as the vines locked his throat and lifted upwards with force, his face quickly turned red from congestion, and turned from red to purple at a rapid pace.

At the moment when the young man's eyes fell on Roland's face, Roland Guò Guò the vines on his neck, obviously feeling that the temperature of his upper body was much lower in an instant due to the sudden fright, his pupils dilated, and he opened his mouth and just wanted to say something, his eyes rolled and he lost consciousness.

Physiological escape response.

Roland raised an eyebrow.

His reaction gave Roland a lot of information. For example, these Ash Men should know each other, or have some kind of ability to distinguish friend or foe by sight.

As if to cater to Roland's thoughts, a dark green curtain of light crossed in front of his eyes—

[Inaugural Task (3): Make more than 20 Ash Disciples aware of your existence (1/20)]

After confirming that the system's count was increased by one, Roland did not hesitate to use vines to remove the unconscious Pars's coat, then took off his black robe to put Pars's red robe on, and finally buried the black robe shallowly - just in case.

After thinking about it in the end, Roland slowly pulled out the axe that was still stuck in Pars's back, and slashed lightly at the broken axe mark on his back.

Because he didn't use any force, he just cut through a muscle axe and stopped, but it also removed Roland's full three health. Suddenly the pain of Roland's cold sweat came out.

Now Roland has only six lives left, and to be precise, if Roland does nothing, then he has twelve hours left to live. It is not surprising that it is still a breath away, even if the militia wields a wooden stick with all his strength, it is possible to take Roland away directly.

But this time he didn't moan. He didn't cry out in pain, but trembled and cut a cross wound in Pars's abdomen, and then put the axe back into Pars's wound, and he was silent the whole time, without making a single movement.

In the terror between life and death, in addition to rank and experience, Roland himself is also growing rapidly.