Although Roger did not believe in the astrologer's words, he was still cautious, and he did not disdain Sharman's prophecy from the bottom of his heart, and in his opinion it was easy to decipher Sharman's prophecy.

For example, if you give yourself a shot of poison that you have prepared first, then even if you are bitten by a poisonous insect again, the order will be different from her prediction, and her prediction will be invalid by itself.

Of course, Roger wouldn't do that, and he was thinking about the design of a new type of puppet. He can feel his shortcomings in the battle with Jessos and the Headless Horseman, and he can clearly see that the bald boy is very suitable for short- and medium-range attacks, both hand-to-hand combat and cold arrows in the back, and can also use shrill laughter to deter the enemy, but in fact, this is precisely the bald boy's shortcoming, all the abilities are present, not a specialty.

Now that Roger has redeployed, he plans to use the bald boy as a puppet only used in melee combat, taking a light and flexible route, and the knife path is also a one-hit kill, because the bald boy is small and has a unique advantage in hand-to-hand combat.

In addition, he plans to make a new puppet suitable for long-range attacks, the new type of puppet will be larger, especially the sac used to hold the hidden weapon should be very large, and the hidden weapon is not intermittent like the crossbow machine in the right hand and the pit viper on the body, and the number is limited. The new puppet must be like a storm when firing hidden weapons, leaving no chance for the opponent to take advantage of.

For the time being, he proposed the code name of the new type of puppet as "Centipede".

The golem requires a very different wood from the Bald Boy, which is a hard acceleration flow, while the Centipede needs to be relatively soft, especially since the sac of the tamponade in the abdominal cavity needs to be more elastic.

The shrubs here might be a good choice.

A thick breath spread in front of him, and Roger reached out with the golden knife and crouched down to cut off a section of bushes, but as soon as his hand reached out, he felt a pain, and he hurriedly retracted his hand.

"Hiss",

He retracted his hand to look at the red centipede that suddenly stretched out at the base of the bush, and then looked down at his hand, blood had already flowed out of his fingers, and it was this centipede that suddenly burst out and bit him his finger.

"Got it right by the astrologer?",

Roger laughed to himself, the astrologer's first prophecy actually came true so quickly, so the next thing is poisoning?

He looked up and saw that the bush was still quite dense, and if it was poisoned, the only possibility was that the bush itself was highly poisonous.

But Roger has always been cautious, he didn't believe that he would be stabbed and poisoned when cutting bushes with his own skills, he opened the first layer of the suitcase, took out a thick leather glove and cut off a section of bushes, and pinched it with his hand through the glove to know that its relatively soft texture was still a little worse than he expected.

He put the bush in his suitcase and smiled, poisoning was obviously impossible, but just as he stood up, a pungent smell came to his nose, and he instinctively covered his nose, but it was too late, and he already felt dizzy.

"How can the silk be able",

This time Roger was really shocked, he looked up in surprise to see the bursts of swamp gas wafting in front of the bushes, and the moment he asked about this breath, he knew that he had been hit by Sharman's prophecy again.

He hadn't thought that there would be mesh here, but when he looked back, he took it for granted, this was a swampy place, and the swamp was certainly not just a place where he laid his branches.

He tore off a piece of cloth from his sleeve, took out a bottle of water from the box, mixed it with the prepared potion, poured it on the cloth, covered his nose, took a few breaths, and his mind returned to clarity. He had prepared sobering pills before he traveled, which came in handy at this time.

"Then the little witch," Roger said.

He thought about the process again, the centipede may have been artificially placed in advance, and the biogas may have been artificially blown into the bush by force, which is not very difficult, Lilith can use wind magic to blow a large amount of biogas into the bush.

In the final analysis, there are still too many doubts in Shaman's prophecy, and Roger believes that the little witch he will meet next may be able to answer some doubts for him, and he is secretly thinking about how to make things difficult for this annoying little witch, Roger has not suffered at the hands of a girl since he was born.

Squatting down and shoveling up the dirt from the ground with a golden knife and putting it into a small transparent bottle along with the centipede, he dragged his suitcase in the direction where the swamp gas came from, the bushes were dense but not vast, and he strode for a few minutes before he reached the end.

"Huh?",

Then he stopped, his brow furrowed as he looked at the marsh behind the bushes, and he felt sick to his stomach.

This swamp was even more disorganized than the one when I came in, there were almost no intact corpses, all mutilated corpses and some red and white mixed together, mixed with gastric juice, brains, etc., and the stench was unbearable.

But what really made Roger frown was not these, but a dried corpse lying in a mess, a "complete" dried corpse, with wrinkled skin shriveled everywhere, deep eye sockets, and a withered body, but it opened its eyes, and Roger could clearly see its blue eyes.

Those eyes seemed to be looking at him, giving him a strange feeling, as if it could see all the ** in his heart, just seeing it Roger had an uncomfortable feeling, and his gaze quickly moved to other places.

No wonder the biogas here is so toxic, Roger knows that ordinary biogas is not very toxic, more often it is easy to burn, but there are too many rotting corpses gathered here, over the years, the toxicity of the biogas formed over the years is naturally not ordinary, just inhaling a puff makes people dizzy.

Roger looked ahead again, there were no footprints, this is not an outlet, the flow of biogas at this time is irregular in all directions, just faintly transmitted into the bushes, according to this concentration of the biogas he just inhaled in the bushes is obviously due to human factors to be so dense.

Hehe, the astrologer's prophecy is really full of loopholes, and when you get out of this swamp, you may be able to find the answer and evidence.

The golden knife poked out his sleeve, and Roger turned to cut some bushes and spread them in the swamp as he had climbed through the swamp as he entered, but—

"Sneer",

As soon as he turned around, a flame flew high, and then with a "hula" red flame spread from behind him, and the flame spread rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, the bushes outside Roger burned to form a circle of fire.

"Roar",

A voice came from behind, and the cold hairs on Roger's body stood up suddenly, and the terrifying voice seemed to be pressed to his ears with heavy breathing, and he could feel something standing up in the swamp behind him.

And there was nothing else in the swamp behind him, only the corpses of the dead.