Blood of Mercury

A corpse split in two from the waist.

A corpse whose head was crushed into sauce.

A corpse with a hollowed out belly.

Corpse, corpse, corpse...

As soon as he entered the sewer, everything in front of him was filled with various corpses. Even the downtown area will not have such crowds.

In a word, it is the collection of death.

"Isn't this the alcoholic old blacksmith?"

"Nana, how could..."

"Shrek! You are finally dead!"

Almost everyone found someone they knew in the corpse group, but disappeared for a certain period of time.

For a time, the emotions of joy, sadness, and anger were mixed together, and this fragile team suddenly became noisy.

"Silent!"

Roland shouted loudly, his majestic voice echoing in the narrow and cramped sewers, instantly stopping the din of the crowd.

Before these people could express their dissatisfaction with Roland, a dark and heavy touch rushed out of Roland.

Those who were closer to Roland suddenly felt that the surrounding air became stagnant, let alone actions, even breathing became much more difficult.

If I had to describe it, it would be the feeling of being buried alive.

Devoured by swamps, swallowed by quicksand, and pressed into deep pits with boulders, the fear of seeing shovels of loess falling on one's body reminds people of the primitive fear of the earth.

This feeling of being hated and hated by the things that carried him became much more serious in the sewers, and even the four silver-level powerhouses were sweating coldly and didn't dare to move at all.

But this feeling was only maintained for a moment and then immediately retracted, even making people think it was an illusion.

But no matter what, at least people finally quieted down.

"All lift my spirits! The person who planted the bomb is probably watching us somewhere!"

Roland shouted sharply, causing everyone to break into a cold sweat.

Yes, you must know that this is the sewer of the city of wealth, and these corpses are not immobile pieces of meat that can be dragged out to feed dogs at will, but walking corpses driven by negative energy.

They will fight!

Moreover, his combat skills are not inferior to those in his lifetime, and even more terrifying because he does not know fear and fatigue!

"A corpse that gradually festered? I've seen this kind of thing, and there are occasionally some in the mass graves in my hometown."

A young stalker walked forward while talking. No one can even spot him until he speaks.

The stalker's footsteps are low and his figure is blurred. At first glance, he can't even determine whether he is going forward or to both sides.

This is a high-level sneak, with some half-hearted shadow steps in it.

...a typical series of adding wrong points.

Roland knew the thoughts of this young stalker immediately.

It is nothing more than using advanced stealth to approach a place very close to the enemy, and then use that half-assed shadow step to cause visual deception, and kill the enemy when he is confused.

This is a complete waste of the hard-won ability of advanced stealth.

This is a high-level skill that can only be learned by raising perception to 3 and agility to 5. It can improve the five neglect levels of stealth ability.

For example, the stealth skill of a bronze-level stalker is only six ignore levels, which means that Roland can easily spot him as long as his perception is higher than six. But if he has learned advanced stealth, then as long as Roland can't perceive eleven o'clock, he can only perceive it when he is within three steps of him.

If it was Roland, he would learn another Shunpo on the basis of advanced stealth to supplement his displacement, and then add another one to escape into the smoke and into the darkness to get the ability to exit the battlefield, and he could learn all kinds of things in the rest of the time. Offensive ability.

After learning advanced stealth, I specially learned a shadow step for frontal attack. To use a vulgar description, this is like taking off my pants and farting——

Roland couldn't imagine how empty this stalker was. In fact, at his level, even assassinating a priest of the same level can approach the assassination distance. Shadowstep is a flashy and extremely difficult skill to learn except for pretending to be beeping.

Of course, given that Roland appeared as soon as he said silence, the possibility of the latter is not small.

Roland chuckled in his heart, then looked at it and said nothing.

"This kind of monster is generally referred to as a walking corpse. To kill a walking corpse, you must destroy more than 60% of their spines."

The young stalker said with a smile, sideways dodging the attack of a walking corpse, and shaved off his spine with a smooth deboning technique.

"careful!"

At this moment, Roland shouted kindly.

"Don't worry, Mr. Orlando, he won't move anymore..."

The stalker turned back and spoke to Roland.

But before the words were finished, the sudden change occurred——

A few small white dots suddenly appeared from the wound of the walking corpse, which had been cut open from the back perfectly, and then, a few strange gray-white linear worms covered with soft scales rushed towards the stalker like electric light.

Although he didn't see the mutation behind him, he also vaguely felt that something was wrong. He turned around immediately, and several sword lights slashed behind him.

Immediately, the three worms were split into two by his short knife, but two more worms landed on his right eye and mouth, wriggling and burrowing in.

Just one breath in the past, the young stalker let out a painful howl, rolling on the ground while clutching his shoulders.

Roland walked over immediately and ripped off the stalker's shirt.

A dark red trace swelled in the center of the stalker's back before, and gradually swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, a dark red mark quickly bulged in the center of his back,

"It's a spine-dwelling worm! Some undead have touched the sewers!"

The Sorcerer of the Cunning Sword shouted with an ugly expression.

This is not some kind of weapon.

Strictly speaking, ridged insects should be regarded as a resource.

Because the body of the undead can be corrupted, and only bones and internal organs can be made by witchcraft, so in order to have enough high-quality raw materials of blood, muscles and brains as the materials for their own replacement bodies, it is impossible to use witchcraft or The undead who made these three kinds of raw materials by themselves developed three kinds of resources that could produce these three kinds of materials.

That's the backworm, the live meat, and the brain-eating ghost.

Leaving aside the latter two for the time being, Spineworm is a man-made magical creature that lives on bone marrow and can reproduce and grow on its own in the spine of a living body.

If you put the mature ridge bugs in the wine pool, the wine pool will soon turn into a blood pool, and the alcohol in it can be removed with a very simple process.

Since the undead have this technology, the bones have been replaced with flesh and blood.

Human beings parasitized by scorpionworms will cry for three days and three nights before dying, while elves and dwarves will struggle for longer. In order to cure this parasitic injury, either the spine and the worms in it are completely destroyed, and the whole person becomes a crippled person who cannot move; or the priest in the soul domain needs to use the psychic technique to take out the worms through the body.

By the way, the only gods with the soul domain are the Floater and the Ghost Lord, and their common feature is that their range of activities is in the East Suze and Ice Desert areas north of Elcatel.

There is no doubt that the city of wealth is unlikely to attract those priests who regard life, death and wealth as rubbish. In other words, a stalker who is accidentally parasitized by a scorpion has no chance of life.

This point, the young stalker is also very clear.

Now he wants to die.

"I'm helpless! Kill me! Kill me!"

Looking at the stalker who was rolling on the ground screaming in pain, Roland crouched down at this moment and put his hand in front of his forehead.

"What is your belief? Also, tell me your name~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I am a believer of the Lord of Shadows, Kowa, Kowa is my name... I beg you to kill me..."

"Relax, I will kill you."

In the surprised eyes of the people behind him, and in the stalker's gratified and puzzled eyes, Roland gently tapped his right hand on the stalker's forehead, depicting the mark of the Lord of Darkness, and said slowly: "Kova, may your The soul is with the lord of darkness, may he take your hand to the kingdom of darkness, may you not be exposed to the scorching sun."

In the almost frozen silence, Roland's deep prayer echoed in the sewer.

Anyone can see that Roland is definitely not the priest of the Lord of Darkness.

Guiding the path after death by arrogance as a follower of his **** will bring the wrath of the gods, although it will bring the dead to rest. They will also be picked up after death.

In the eyes of everyone, it was impossible for Roland to not know about this, but he still chose to pray for the stalker's rest.

At that moment, people seemed to feel that a string in their hearts was touched lightly.

As the prayer became deeper and deeper, Roland's right hand finally stopped above the stalker's eyes.

Roland finally opened the right hand that covered the young stalker's eyes, only to find that he was resting, his eyes were closed, and his face was full of calm and serene expressions.

And in his chest was the stalker's own short knife, the handle of which was tightly held in Roland's left hand.

"You can rest in peace, because the grace of the Lord of Darkness will follow you all your life."

"--Forever."

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