Blood of Mercury

Roland breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Tafry walking in that direction.

Then, he turned his head and handed Decker his suitcase.

"There are a dozen potions in here, you go and pour them down the drain. Be quick."

Deckard nodded and said yes, took it and flipped the suitcase, then input his magic power to try to switch it on and off a few times, and then turned and left after confirming that it was correct.

Roland chuckled silently behind him and shook his head slightly.

You know, what Roland promised the professor has not yet been done.

What Roland had to do was blow up the Tilance Dam, but now that dam was just opened.

However, after the dam is opened, the water will naturally flow out and run in the sewers.

Soon, the sewers will fill up with water. At that time, the water will naturally overflow and flood the entire city.

Dissolving in water is the most correct way to use the Light of Flowing Fire.

Only using the Light of Flowing Fire in this way can create the effect of the golden liquid flame surging like a river.

The undiluted light of flowing fire is too wasteful, and there is nothing in this city that is very resistant to heat. For a dead tree, there is no difference between a thousand-degree and six-thousand-degree flame, and it is enough. .

As long as Decker poured a bottle of Flaming Light into a small pond, after activation, the pond would turn into a sea of ​​scorching fire without any suspense. The nearly thirty bottles of flaming light left in Roland's bag were enough to turn the water that submerged a city into a scorching flame—although the temperature wouldn't be too high.

The so-called dire waters, but also with this, right?

Thinking of this, Roland walked over with Tafuri, stopped at the edge of the crowd, and watched Kakarit's performance intently—

"Woe to those who are fishy people! Woe to those who do not believe in the Savior!"

Standing on the heights, Kakarite said aloud.

"Woe to those who are fishy people! Woe to those who do not believe in the Savior!"

The people in the audience knelt on the ground and followed him with their arms raised and shouted wildly.

Not only those civilians and businessmen, but even those law enforcement officers, Goldfinger and Nightingales who had been standing by with malicious intentions also knelt on the ground and cheered loudly, as if they had just seen the true God descend.

"What's happening here!"

As soon as Tafri came over, he was terrified by the frenetic atmosphere here.

The cult preached that it was not that he had never seen it, but he had never seen such a large-scale cult.

Just when he almost wanted to run away. But Tafrey heard the "Pastor" on the platform say this:

"The Savior in black is merciful and generous, and he equally distributes redemption to us, and saves us from calamity..."

"Savior in black? Lord Orlando with the trunk?"

Tafry suddenly seemed to think of what happened before, and asked unconsciously.

But right now. The cheers around him suddenly stopped, and the crowd dispersed like a low tide. When Tafry suddenly came to his senses, the crowd around him had already spread out in a circle.

The expectant, skeptical eyes of the people looked over, frightened Tafli's young daughter, and wrapped his arms tightly around his left arm. She timidly hid behind him.

"It appears that this friend of ours has seen our Savior."

Kakarit smiled, but his voice was loud.

Having said that, he turned his attention to a figure in a black robe at the edge of the crowd. After seeing Roland nodding, he felt a lot more relieved.

So Kakarit turned around, and said to Tafuri genially, "Come, my friend, and tell us what our Savior looks like."

"I don't know what kind of savior," Tafli said loudly, just stubbornly strangling his neck, "I only know that the benefactor who saved our family was dressed in black. Carrying a black suitcase, listening to The voice is a very kind old man..."

"—that is our Savior! He comes with redemption and hope!"

Kakarit interrupted Tafri loudly, and then he said in a passionate tone: "Woe to those who do not believe in the Savior! Whoever is condemned will not be saved!"

Tafri was suddenly full of disgust at the man.

No, it should be disgusting to be precise.

I can't tell why, but Tafri always felt that the person in front of him was so hypocritical that he didn't look like a human, but rather like a golem trying to imitate a human. The hilariousness of the inorganic stuff trying to imitate human emotion is disgusting.

The man dressed as a priest had neither speech skills nor good atmosphere control—what surprised Tafri most was that such a poor preaching could drive so many people into a frenzy. He even saw several familiar figures inside.

This strange gap filled Tafri with unease.

"Mountain! What did the Savior tell you?"

Suddenly, the disgusting middle-aged man in ragged clothes turned his head, and his silver-gray eyes that seemed to have a layer of shading made Father Tafli feel a sense of panic from being stared at by a monster.

He quickly calmed down, and then loudly replied with a slight sarcasm: "Your great savior, let me be careful of water!"

"Did you hear it! The Savior said watch out for the water!"

But it was completely unexpected. The priest did not take his words as a joke, but repeated loudly.

Even those ordinary people who were bewitched seemed to accept what he said as a matter of course, and they happily kept shouting "Be careful with water", "Be careful with water"—

...what is this all about?

Everything around was so ridiculous and absurd that Tafuri thought he was in a dream.

But right now. A young man in tight leather armor hurried over. This man Tafli knew, he was the enforcer of Rib Street, a mercenary who had learned so much sorcery, and a regular customer in his shop.

Just when Tafli greeted him, the man passed by as if he didn't see Father Tafri, and shouted loudly, "Not good! The man from the Green Fruit Lock is calling!"

What?

Tafry was taken aback.

He almost wanted to run away—so many explosions near Brokenmaw Avenue without Lord Marcus appearing. Think about it and know what is stuck. Then under the sudden attack of the Green Fruit Lock, the defeat of the Broken Throat Avenue became inevitable.

People on Broken Throat Avenue die—but from Green Fruit Avenue to Broken Throat Avenue, Rib Street is the only way to go. In case the garrison of Rib Street fails to resist the invasion of those from the Chain of Green Fruits...

You know, the rules of Qingguo Avenue seem very good and peaceful, but under the rule of those in the lock of Qingguo, his wife and daughter are undoubtedly dangerous—

But just when Tafli grabbed the hands of his wife and daughter and was about to take them out of here to escape, he heard the mercenary shout with joy: "But the person in the lock of green fruit was stopped by the water! It's flooding!"

water?

Tafry looked bewildered.

If you want to say that there is a big fire, it is almost the same, but there is a big flood...

Just when he was thinking like this, he was staggered by the big waves coming from behind him. His daughter was almost swept away by the waves, but Tafuri picked her up.

"...It's really flooded? Where does the water come from in this city?"

Tafry looked bewildered, but then he immediately sensed a terrifying possibility—

"It's the dam! The Tilance Dam has been opened!" he shouted hoarsely, "You idiots! Go and tell the administrator to close the dam!"

The City of Fortune was built in a basin downstream of the Tilance River, and if the Tilance Dam were fully opened, it would only take three days for the City of Fortune to be completely submerged.

But none of the fanatical believers moved, but looked at him with the pitiful eyes of a madman. That weird sense of drop almost drove Tafri crazy.

"Ribblade Street no longer has any administrators."

Finally, the priest in the rags announced so.

At that moment, a dizzy feeling made Tafri unable to say anything.

Terrible explosions, fruit locks, greedy money seekers, Tilance Dam that can't be closed...

— the premonition of death had never been so close to him. (To be continued.)

PS: The climax of the City of Fortune. The tide is coming soon, and the pace is now starting to accelerate. Tomorrow's second update, please reward and subscribe