"Did a plague appear so soon?" Hearing Sherlock's description, the tree man was a little surprised, but that was it. For the tree man clan, the plague was not a big threat. The tree-like hands
A ball of green light lit up and flew over.
For adventurers who provide additional information, Harlan is also willing to give a little effort.
Seeing this action, Sherlock knew that this was to help him get rid of the plague state, but until the green light disappeared, the system prompt still did not come.
He took a look at his status and saw that the plague state was still there.
Regarding this abnormal phenomenon, the tree man also showed a look of confusion. Although his natural recovery technique is not as targeted as the priest's disease-repelling technique, it is not like it can't even deal with a single plague. A greener green
The light shined through again.
"Hey!" Although he still failed after trying his best this time, the tree man felt something unusual. "Can you describe the scene at that time? This plague is a bit strange."
After two consecutive failures, Sherlock also realized something was wrong and carefully described the scene at that time.
"Are they werewolves? Why did they come here? The supreme hunting of this season has not yet started. Could this strange plague have something to do with them?" The tree man seemed to have thought of something and fell into deep thought.
But he keeps underestimating something.
After a moment, he opened his eyes again and said with a hint of worry: "Sherlock, I have some unfortunate news to tell you. There is a powerful regeneration ability in this plague, and even I can't completely cure it."
Get rid of it."
Hearing this, Sherlock almost spit out his blood. A high-level NPC like you can't solve this plague. What should he do? Do you expect a group of rookie priests whose skills have not been upgraded to level 3?
Fortunately, the tree man hasn't finished speaking yet.
"This plague is likely to spread on a large scale. We need to quickly develop the corresponding antidote. Unfortunately, our clan is not proficient in refining medicine. I can only ask you to find the pharmacy master of the Centaur clan. This is mine.
Ye Zi, give it to Master Firenze in the Centaur Camp, and he will help you."
As Harlan said this, he took off a leaf from his body and handed it over.
Fortunately, as long as I have a mission.
"No problem, I will develop an antidote as soon as possible." After saying this, Sherlock suppressed his excitement and left. He didn't expect that he could receive a hidden mission after contracting the plague.
Although it was just an errand and the reward would not be very generous, digging into the game plot was a great pleasure. Even if there was no reward, he would not necessarily refuse, and it might involve some other tasks.
With the plague on him, Sherlock was not in the mood to run around for the time being, and walked straight towards the camp of the centaurs.
Although the camps of several races are all built in the same place, in order not to cause unnecessary trouble, they are separated by a considerable distance.
Centaurs are large social animals, with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a horse. Their strong muscles make members of this race natural warriors, and they are very good at bows and arrows or close combat.
At the same time, they are also proficient in gardening and refining medicine. They have unique attainments in both areas, and they also have a strong interest in astrology.
Their camp is usually neutral and kind, and their character is very gentle. Even if they are provoked, they will not easily start a dispute.
The few drawbacks are that they are very old-fashioned and very exclusive.
Humans and dwarves are not welcomed by them, and they cannot even enter their camps without special circumstances.
Halflings and half-elves are within their acceptance range and can come and go freely.
As for barbarians and orcs, they probably have no hope of ever being friends with centaurs.
Only elves will receive special welcome.
Because of this, there are a lot of Elf players in the Centaur camp, so it’s not a good idea to enjoy the various privileges.
Sherlock is a half-elf, so fortunately he is not within the scope of their expulsion, but it is impossible to find out Firenze's location from those indifferent NPCs.
"Madan, playing a game and being racist, really..." He had to complain about this setting. If an orc had taken this mission, he probably wouldn't even have a chance to get close to the camp.
Game companies seem to have never considered balance. Most of their energy is probably invested in the authenticity of the game, whether it is the degree of realism or the logic of the internal background of the game.
If the NPC has no hope, then you can only ask the players. Most players are actually quite good. If you encounter someone asking for directions, they don't mind spending a little time to tell them if they know it.
I just asked several people in a row and they all said they had never heard of the NPC Firenze. Then I checked the information on the forum and found nothing.
"Hey, uncle, you followed me here." A human girl walked out of the shack next to her, and the tone of her voice was exactly that of Tian Linger who had just parted.
"What a coincidence, Xiaotian, are you familiar with this camp? Can I ask you something?" Sherlock was also overjoyed to see an acquaintance. As a human being, Tian Linger probably has some connections in the Centaur camp, so he could just ask.
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Although the two of them had a bit of a feud, this life-saving grace unknowingly brought them closer to each other, and they could barely be considered acquaintances.
"Filenze, such a familiar name, but who is Xiaotian?" Tian Linger said and walked forward.
The principle of acquaintances being acquaintances must be adhered to. Originally, the other party had been pressuring her about her savior, but now she was finally able to fight back. Of course, Tian Linger would not waste this opportunity, not to mention she really knew this NPC.
s position.
Since he was asking for help, he didn't have to be so harsh. Sherlock stepped forward, put his hands on the other person's shoulders, licked his face and said, "Tian Linger, please help me, I'm really anxious."
Tian Linger tried hard to pry off the hand on her shoulder, but unfortunately she still failed. She, a bard, couldn't compare to a druid with full strength. "If you don't let me go, I will close the intimacy authorization."
Already."
Sherlock also almost forgot about this. Hearing this, he quickly let go of his hand, judging by the strict intimate gestures of the Forgotten Kingdom, his behavior just now could constitute sexual harassment.
"Tell me, why are you looking for my teacher?" Tian Linger said casually, rubbing his shoulders, without continuing to blame the druid for being unreasonable.
"Fierenze is your teacher, that's just right. I have a mission and need to ask him to refine the potion." Although I don't know whether what the other party said is true or false, I have been asking for a long time and still can't find any trace of this NPC. This is a possible hope.
