Roland followed Anruosi into the secret door of Xingia Tavern.
It was a spiral staircase with no light around. Roland and An Ruosi walked down bit by bit holding on to the wall.
...Why does the ground feel a little hot?
As the two of them gradually descended, Roland felt the temperature of the ground gradually increase, and some doubts arose in his heart.
As soon as An Ruosi opened the door to the underground room, a billowing heat hit his face, forcefully forcing An Ruosi back.
The wind was filled with a burning smell. Just breathing made my throat and lungs feel as painful as iron juice.
An Ruosi couldn't bear it anymore and covered her mouth and nose with her hands, but she still showed a painful expression.
Roland frowned slightly.
He remembered clearly that not to mention the boss room, the entire Xingia Tavern should be cold and dry.
Even if the raw material of Glow Blood is the blood of monsters and infected humans, it is indeed wine.
If the ambient temperature is too high, it will quickly deteriorate and become sour.
Going down from the passage pointed out by An Ruosi, the two roads leading to the blood pool and the underground passage represent the manufacturing place and wine storage room of Glowing Blood respectively.
Not to mention the heat as high as a blacksmith's shop, it's even colder than the harsh winter here. Once you wear it for a long enough time, there will be a debuff of stiff joints.
But now, it is filled with unbearable heat.
Not to mention storing wine, it can be steamed if it is kept at this temperature for a little longer.
...Strange, what happened here?
Could it be that this place was ransacked by demons?
Roland was filled with doubts. The uneasy feeling that things were out of control made his heart beat faster.
He clearly remembered that in the original historical trajectory, this wine cellar was discovered and then destroyed much later.
After all, there can be no wizards wandering around the Glowing Woods, and divine magic has no function of detecting humanoid creatures or detecting secret doors.
Roland had a bad feeling.
"Butterfly effect? Finally making a difference?"
"What?"
An Ruosi was puzzled by Roland's muttering.
"I mean. Get ready for some heat-resistant voodoo."
Roland replied casually, then he covered his mouth and nose with his hand and strode into the basement.
As soon as he entered, more intense heat rushed over, almost burning Roland's eyes.
The scorching hot wind carried the scalding power in the air and continuously bombarded Roland's body like water. In just a moment, Roland's exposed hands and chin were roasted red.
This kind of temperature is definitely not something Anruosi and himself can resist.
"Don't come in! Get out!"
Knowing this, Roland drank without hesitation, turned around and pushed An Ruosi out, then exited together and closed the door.
"Wait a minute, this door..."
When Roland closed the door, he realized that there was something wrong with the material of the door.
The temperature inside was obviously so scorching that even the ground was scorched to the point of heating up - but touching the door from the outside was so cold that it made Roland's burned hands feel a little painful.
Roland has never heard of any material that has such a thermal insulation effect.
Is the high temperature inside an illusion? No, it can't be.
Although Roland's willpower attribute was frighteningly low, no illusion could deceive Roland under Higgs' gaze.
In other words, is it a specially specialized alchemy circle?
Xingia could go to this extent to prevent fire - this made Roland feel a little uneasy.
...It's like she already knew that a terrible fire would happen here.
"May all glory go to the teacher."
Feeling that the pain in his hands and chin began to become more severe, the unbearable Roland immediately sang a harmless chant, and the red skin of his chin and hands returned to a white color in the silver-gray light that was so shallow that it was almost illusory.
At this time, Roland realized why Master Longsleep had given him a frost-covered prayer.
The Long Sleep Tutor does not involve any weather-related fields.
The cold wind summoned by the Frost-covered Prayer will also damage the teammates of the mourner - it is not a cold wave that can be controlled. It just embodies part of the environment of the Frost-covered Hell in reality.
The mourners are protected from cold winds, ice knives and ice thorns in it only because of the adaptability of the disciples of the Sleeping Master to the hell plane.
But for the Death Crow who is extremely afraid of the cold, even if the cold wind summoned by the Frost Cover Prayer does not cause actual harm to him, the sudden drop in temperature is enough to make them lose consciousness in an instant.
That's why Roland was dissatisfied with the Frost-covered Prayer given to him by Master Everlasting Sleep - a skill that can only be temporarily used for a few days. Obviously, it is not as useful as the Baptism Chant, which can be used continuously and its power can continue to grow.
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Prayers are inherently much longer than ordinary chants. Moreover, unlike chants, which can be interrupted at any time to release part of the effect, the effect can only be fully revealed after all chants are completed.
Moreover, the prayer itself is a prayer. Even if Roland is the elect, he must be solemn and solemn when singing the prayer.
In other words, Roland cannot release it while moving at high speed.
But what if Teacher Changmian had already realized that Roland would enter the basement, and that the basement had turned into a sea of fire...
“Blessed are those who are caught in the fire! Blessed are the prophets who are burned at the stake by foolish men!”
Roland took a deep breath and suddenly prayed loudly, startling An Ruosi beside him.
"For the Master will preserve you as gold in the fire."
"I once saw my mentor build an icehouse, a snow room, and a hail bin."
"There the water is as hard as stone, and all the fire is condensed into ice."
Roland's prayers were sonorous and powerful, and the runes of Astral Language lit up in the void one by one, and they connected with each other and circled horizontally around him, forming an illusory belt.
At the same time, the cold air began to spread from his feet, and the polar wind howled by.
"She rains down snow day after day like wool, and scatters frost like ashes - her cold comes from death, how can any flesh resist?"
As Roland finished speaking the last word, the belt hit the ground hard and broke into pieces. Immediately, Roland's feet were covered with traces of frost, and thin ice blades that were staggered like canine teeth rose up like icebergs.
After an area of two or three meters around Roland was covered with ice jade-like thorns, the frost-white ground began to spread slowly but firmly to the surrounding areas.
After confirming that the frost soil had unfolded, Roland stepped forward, raised his legs and stepped out of the ice blade that surrounded him.
As he walked towards the gate, pieces of ice blades gradually rose up on both sides of the road he walked, like guards lining the streets to welcome him.
Roland rubbed his cold hands and fully opened the door where hoarfrost was beginning to spread from bottom to top.
Suddenly, the cold wind and the hot wind collided together, stirring up a violent hurricane. The cold and hot wind swept across, making Roland's black robe whistle.
The frosty soil under Roland's feet seemed to be irritated by the sudden high temperature. Large thorns of ice pierced the ground, exuding a deadly cold air and keeping the high temperature out.
Roland exhaled, bringing up a large amount of white mist.
As long as it works.
Although my body temperature is dropping rapidly, there will be no problem for a while.
Anyway, with Roland's divine grace, if he didn't worry about getting frostbite, Roland could have kept the Frost Covering Prayer on for decades without turning it off.
Even though the low temperature was enough to give Roland frostbite, he still prayed for no harm.
In any case, the high temperature, which is enough to roast a person alive, can no longer stop Roland from exploring this place.
"Mr. Roland... aren't you a Druid?"
An Ruosi stood at the door and froze for a long time before she managed to resist the cold with witchcraft and followed him. She looked at Roland with an expression of disbelief.
Roland turned around, his chin exposed outside the cloak forming a gentle and pleasant smile.
"Ah, I lied to you." (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster! For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net