The black mist was everywhere, and Roman felt a chill to his bones, and this coldness swam around his body for a while, and finally stopped at the waist and abdomen.

At this time, the chip came with a prompt: "Ding! Warn! Warn! The virus is invading..."

"Virus?!" Roman was shocked, made a quick decision, silently recited a spell, and entered the black market to hide.

The surrounding images are distorted, and the power of the rules of the secret realm is entangled in the soul, and he believes that as long as he reaches another dimension, let alone the virus, even the plague god will not be able to catch up with him.

But a step too late, a repulsive force appeared, pushing Roman out of the Black Market Secret Realm, accompanied by a secret feedback from the soul:

"Those who carry the cursed virus in their bodies are forbidden!!"

Curse the virus! Roman's heart sank, according to the book, the curse virus is strange and unguardable, and different spellcasters have different solutions to curses.

Just like the math problems of the college entrance examination, every encounter is new and requires Roman to take time to solve.

"But, do I have that much time?" Roman lifted his clothes and looked at the large white pustules growing on his stomach, his brow furrowed.

In the microarray, the virus spreads along the neural network, and pustules rise everywhere it goes, and in a short time it grows around the waist, which at first glance looks like a snake wrapped around the waist.

Then, a sharp pain struck, Rao is Roman is determined, his face is also distorted, cold sweat is professed, he tries to pick a pustule, the pain is even deeper into the soul, and he screams.

White pustules, sharp pain, and snakes around the waist are like a combination of monkeypox + shingles on Earth, and at the current rate of spread, if measures are not taken in time, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Chip, how is the analysis?"

"Ding! The analysis has been completed, and the genetic sequence of the virus has been determined..."

"Good! Locate every virus, eliminate it with mental power, and then completely cure it, can it be done? ”

"Ding! The mechanism of the virus is not clear, there is no cure, and killing the virus can only alleviate the symptoms..."

"Hiss...," Roman was in unbearable pain, and ordered: "Then let's relieve it first!" Chip! Make a treatment plan! ”

"Ding! Task creation, comparison of data..."

"Ding! After the formulation, the plan is as follows: pick up the pustules, clean them with 75% alcohol, and kill them with mental power..."

At this moment, Roman has not yet reached the virus area, and the surroundings are deserted and inhabited, not to mention alcohol, and even water is difficult to get.

But Roman didn't panic, he took out the kettle and said lightly: "Just try another function of the chip." ”

"Chips, atom manipulation, turn water into ethanol!"

"Ding! The quest is set up, the transition begins..."

By manipulating mental power, the chip can not only kill viruses, but also manipulate protons and neutrons in atoms to change matter microscopically.

Not to mention turning water into wine, water into oil, and stones into gold, Roman even tried to turn into magic stones, but he couldn't replicate the magic in them, and he never succeeded.

Not only magic stones, but also potions and other supernatural things that involve extraordinary things, chips cannot be made, and if they are forced to be made, they can only make a bunch of liquids or jewelry with the same appearance.

Wizards don't lack mortal items, so this function seems to be a cow, but it's actually a chicken rib.

But now, it came in handy, and with a bit of mental power, Roman easily got a pot of wine.

Pustules were punctured, severe pain was endured, alcohol was drizzled, white pus was washed away, bloody muscles were exposed, and finally, the chip used mental power to kill the virus.

Subsequently, Roman repeated the operation on the other pustules, and soon cleaned all the lesions, and the original pustules began to scab over, the pain decreased, and the virus in the body was killed.

Looking at the black blood scab, Roman breathed a sigh of relief, although it will still recur, but at least it is a lot better, and the most important thing is that the virus in his body is eliminated, and he can enter the black market again.

Compared to the West Pole Fortress, this black market is much bigger and more crowded, Roman sold a few rune stones, got two hundred magic stones, and then walked into the slave trading house.

The virus is temporarily gone, but the curse remains, leaving Roman like a fever and a cold, so weak that he can't do many tasks by himself and must be done by servants.

The clerk saw Roman and asked, "Hello guest, what kind of slaves do you need?" ”

Roman then replied: "With management experience and knight combat power, it is best to be familiar with the Northern Wasteland. ”

The clerk's eyes lit up, and he said confidently:

"Guest, you have come to the right place, my slave hunting team often operates in that area, there are often wars, and it is common to capture a knight general or something."

Roman nodded and said lightly, "Take me to see the goods." ”

Following the clerk, Roman walked to several cages, which contained all kinds of big men, most of whom looked numb and had dull eyes, like the walking dead.

The clerk pointed at them and said, "They are all knights or grand knights, their bodies have been modified, they are immune to scarlet blood in the Mana area, and they have commanded many battles, and they have a lot of management experience. ”

After some testing, Roman confirmed that the shopkeeper was right, and then paid 100 magic stones to buy the five great knights.

Roman paid the money happily, and the shopkeeper was very satisfied, and said to him kindly: "Our store has a discount, and those who pay in full for everything will be given additional armor, weapons and carriages." ”

Leaving the slave shop, Roman takes the giveaways and names the slaves: Louie, Charlie, Jack, Filip, Josson, and finally reverses a spell to send them out of the black market.

Afterwards, Roman searched and found the Sun Eye Tent, went in and asked, "How many magic stones do you need for knowledge about the cursed virus?" ”

Behind the counter was an old lady, who smiled and said, "The cursed virus varies from person to person, and in addition to the basic common sense theory, there are also incomplete case studies, which may not be able to help you." ”

Roman nodded and said firmly: "I want it, make an offer." ”

The old lady looked at her teasingly: "It seems that you have been tortured a lot, 50 magic stones!" ”

Roman knew that the price was high, but he had no choice, there was simply not enough information in the academy library, and he had to collect it separately.

Taking the crystal ball, Roman left the store with his front foot, and the virus broke out on his back foot, and he was expelled from the secret realm.

At this time, he had five more slave knights by his side, as well as a carriage gifted by a slave merchant.

"Help me into the carriage!" This time the curse became more and more violent, and the pustule not only grew around the waist, but also spread to the chest and neck, and the pain became more intense, accompanied by dizziness and vomiting.

Lifting the top, the dense pustules make people's scalp tingle, and it is easy to arouse dense phobia.

In the carriage, Roman picked up the pustules, disinfected with alcohol, sterilized with mental power, and after some operations, the symptoms were relieved, Roman gasped, and couldn't help asking:

"Chips, the information has been collected, have you figured out the source of the virus?"

"Ding! Parsing progress 25%... More cases still need to be collected..."

Roman let out a long sigh, it was slow, but it was progressing, and if he visited a few more black markets and gathered more information, he could hopefully eradicate the curse.

The slave knights set up the carriage and slowly drove into the virus area, just now, they used Roman's rune stones to kill several waves of devouring beasts and protect Roman's safety.

The security problem is temporarily solved, and Roman is faced with a new problem, he is running out of water.

The water resources that were originally provided for him alone now have to be supplied to six people, and he is stretched thin for a while.

If this continues, when the next wave of pustules appears, Roman will be without alcohol, and without alcohol, he will not be able to eradicate the virus, he will not be able to enter the black market, and he will not be able to buy materials.

He wanted to use sand to make water, but the conversion rate was extremely low, and it was not enough to consume at all, so he had to find another way.

But this is the Broken Bone Court, the terrain is dominated by desert, and water is a strategic material, in the hands of the Oasis Lord.

Roman looked at the oasis map and muttered, "In other words, I'm going to lay down an oasis..."