As soon as you enter the sewer, everything in front of you is filled with various corpses. Even in a busy city, there will not be such a crowded crowd.
In a word, it is a collection of death.
"Isn't this the old blacksmith who is addicted to alcohol?"
"Nana, how could..."
"Shrek! You are finally dead!"
Almost everyone found someone among the corpses who they knew but disappeared within a certain period of time.
For a moment, emotions of joy, sadness, and rage were mixed together, and the fragile team suddenly started shouting.
"Quiet!"
Roland shouted loudly, his majestic voice echoing in the narrow sewer, instantly stopping the noise of the crowd.
Before these people could express their dissatisfaction with Roland, a dark and heavy feeling surged out of Roland.
People who were closer to Roland suddenly felt that the air around them had become stagnant. Not to mention moving, even breathing became much more difficult.
If I had to describe it, it would be like being buried alive.
The fear of being swallowed by swamps, swallowed by quicksand, being pressed into deep pits by huge rocks, and watching shovelfuls of shovelfuls of loess fall on one's body is reminiscent of man's primitive fear of the earth.
This feeling of being disgusted and hated by the thing that carries you became much more serious in the sewer. Even the four silver-level experts were covered in cold sweat and did not dare to move at all.
But this feeling only lasted for a moment and was immediately withdrawn, making people think it was an illusion.
But no matter what, at least people finally became quiet.
"Cheer up! 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 Fortune, and these corpses are not immovable pieces of meat that can be dragged out and fed to dogs at will, but walking corpses driven by negative energy.
They will fight!
Moreover, the fighting skills are not inferior to those in life, and even become more terrifying because they don't know fear or fatigue!
"Decomposing corpses? I've seen this kind of thing before. Occasionally there are some in the mass graves in my hometown."
A young stalker walked forward as he spoke. No one could even notice him before he spoke.
The stalker's footsteps were low and his figure was blurry. At a glance, it was not even possible to determine whether he was walking forward or in both directions.
This is advanced stealth, with some half-baked shadow steps mixed into it.
...a typical series of wrong points.
Roland knew the young stalker's thoughts immediately.
It's nothing more than using advanced stealth to get close to the enemy, and then using the half-hearted Shadow Step to cause visual deception, and then kill the enemy while they are confused.
This is a complete waste of the hard-won ability of advanced stealth.
This is a high-level skill that can be learned only after raising perception to 3 and agility to 5. It is a five-level ignore level that can improve stealth ability.
For example, the stealth skill of a bronze-level stalker only has six ignore levels, which means that Roland can easily detect him as long as his perception is higher than six points. But if he has learned advanced stealth, then as long as Roland's perception is less than eleven points, he will be detected easily.
I could only notice him when he was within three steps of me.
If it were Roland, he would learn another instant step on top of advanced stealth to supplement his displacement, and then add the ability to escape into smoke and darkness to get out of the battlefield. In the remaining time, he can learn all kinds of skills to his heart's content.
Offensive ability.
After learning advanced stealth, I specifically learned a shadow step for frontal attack. To use a vulgar description, this is like taking off your pants and farting——
Roland couldn't imagine how guilty this stalker was. In fact, at his level, even if he was to assassinate a priest of the same level, he could get close to the assassination distance. Shadow Step, a flashy and difficult-to-learn skill, could only be used to show off.
Has no effect.
Of course, considering that Roland showed up right after he said to be quiet, the possibility of the latter is quite high.
Roland laughed in his heart and just looked at it without saying anything.
"We generally refer to this kind of monster as a walking zombie. If we want to kill the walking zombies, we must destroy more than 60% of their spines."
The young stalker said with a smile, while sideways dodging the attack of a zombie, shaving 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 he finished speaking, a sudden change occurred——
A few small white dots suddenly appeared from the wounds of the walking corpse that had been perfectly cut open from the back. Then, several strange gray-white linear worms covered with soft scales pounced on the stalker like lightning.
Although he didn't see the change happening behind him, he vaguely felt something was wrong. He immediately turned around and slashed behind him with several rays of sword light.
Suddenly, three worms were split into two by his short knife, but two more worms landed on his right eye and mouth, and wriggled their way in.
After just one breath, the young stalker let out a wail of pain, clutching his shoulders and rolling around on the ground.
Roland immediately walked over and ripped off the stalker's shirt.
A dark red mark bulged in the center of the stalker's back, and gradually swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At a speed visible to the naked eye, a deep red mark quickly bulged in the center of his back.
"It's a ridge-dwelling insect! Some undead have tampered with the sewers!"
The magic knife wizard shouted with an ugly expression.
This is not some kind of weapon.
Strictly speaking, spineworms should be considered a resource.
Because the body of the undead is corruptible, and the only things that can be made with witchcraft are bones and internal organs, so in order to have enough high-quality blood, muscles, and brain raw materials as raw materials for your own replacement body, you cannot use witchcraft or witchcraft.
The undead who use divine magic to produce these three raw materials themselves have developed three resources that can produce these three materials.
That's spine-dwelling worms, living flesh and brain-eating ghosts.
Leaving aside the latter two for now, the spineworm is a man-made demonic creature that feeds on bone marrow and can reproduce and grow on its own in the spine of a living body.
If you put mature spineworms in a wine pool, the wine pool will soon turn into a pool of blood, and the alcohol in it can be removed with a very simple process.
Since the undead had this technology, the skeletons have been replaced by flesh and blood.
Humans parasitized by spine-dwelling worms will wail for three days and three nights before dying, while elves and dwarves will struggle for even longer. If you want to cure this kind of parasitic damage, you must either completely destroy the spine and the worms inside, and the whole person will become helpless.
A useless person in action; or a priest in the soul realm needs to use mediumship to take out the bugs through the body.
By the way, the only gods with soul realms are the Floater and the Lord of Ghosts. Their common feature is that their activity range is in the East Suze and Ice Desert areas north of Elkart.
There is no doubt that it is impossible for the City of Wealth to attract a group of priests who regard life, death and wealth as dirt. In other words, a stalker who is accidentally parasitized by the Ridge-dweller has no chance of survival.
The young stalker is also very clear about this.
Now he just wants to die.
"I'm hopeless! Kill me! Kill me!"
Seeing the stalker screaming in pain and rolling on the ground, Roland squatted down and put his hand on his forehead.
"What do you believe in? And tell me your name."
"...I am a believer in the Lord of Darkness, Kova, Kova is my name...I beg you to kill me..."
"Relax, I will kill you."
Under the surprised eyes of the people behind him, and the pleased and puzzled eyes of the stalker, Roland gently tapped his right hand on the stalker's forehead to draw the mark of the Lord of Darkness, and said slowly: "Kova, may your
Your soul is with the Lord of Darkness, and may he take your hand to the lightless country, and 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.
Those who arrogantly guide the followers of his god on the path after death will allow the deceased to rest in peace, but will incur the wrath of the god. They will also be taken away after death.
In everyone's opinion, it was impossible for Roland not to 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 lightly touched.
As the prayer became deeper and deeper, Roland's right hand finally came to rest on the stalker's eyes.
Roland finally opened the right hand that covered the young stalker's eyes, only to find that he was already resting, his eyes were closed, and his face was full of tranquility and serenity.
The stalker's own short knife was stuck in his chest, and the handle of the short knife was tightly held in Roland's left hand.
"You can rest in peace, for the favor of the Lord of Darkness will follow you all your life."
"—forever."
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