Chapter 84 The Left Hand Without Precepts (Part 1)
Roland and the others finally gave up and went directly to the ground through the hole that was blown through.
Because the cave wall that penetrated more than ten meters of rock formation was too hot.
As the most outstanding representative of contemporary alchemical weapons, the Light of Flowing Fire is more powerful than just blowing up a small sewer or half a building.
The rock formation closest to the explosion has crystallized, and the translucent amber debris is distributed on the hourglass-shaped cave wall. Ever since he saw this, Roland has understood that trying to climb up from here is a suicide attempt.
Just standing underneath can vaguely feel the heat waves. I'm afraid the temperature of the cave wall is just right for frying meat.
Roland didn't have time to wait for it to gradually cool down. If they really did this, before the temperature dropped enough to climb with bare hands, Roland and the others would definitely be blocked in the sewer by the guards sent to investigate the situation.
By that time, Roland and the others had already failed in their goal.
Now Roland and his team's primary goal is to capture or kill the undead on Rib Blade Street, and then use them to calm the professor's anger.
In this case, ensuring the confidentiality of the operation is a top priority.
"Let's go to Qingguo Avenue!"
Roland made a decisive decision.
There are a total of five large sewer entrances in the North District of the City of Fortune that are large enough for most people to pass through. Three of them have been blown up by Roland, and only the one on Qingguo Avenue is large enough for most people to pass through.
"Isn't Qingguo Avenue preparing for a war? Will so many of us suddenly appear...will we cause trouble?"
Someone in the crowd asked worriedly.
Roland just sneered, and a voice as hoarse as a snake came from under the black robe: "Oh? Do you want to question me?"
"Questioning a prophet who has led you many times to escape from crisis?"
"Yes! We just want to question you!"
Someone in the crowd stood up and said loudly: "You have no right to order us! We don't even know what you look like..."
"No! I do!"
Before he could finish speaking, Roland shouted in a louder and more majestic voice: "Dike!"
A cold light flashed. A head in the crowd flew up without any warning, and blood spurted out like a fountain. It instantly dyed those closest to him red.
The timid people and some young people in the middle of the team immediately screamed when they saw this, and chaos spread through the team like a plague.
Before these people could calm down, Dyke took out his ceremonial dagger and swung it hard, and a huge magic circle immediately appeared behind him.
It is a portable ritual used by the Knife Wizard to adjust the witchcraft stored in the ritual dagger. It has no offensive power.
But at this moment, Deke only wanted its aura when using it.
Facts have proven that just the presence of a wizard standing here is enough to make most people feel intimidated.
So under Dyke's intimidation, everyone quieted down and looked at him with dissatisfaction or fear, but they stopped making noise.
At this moment, Roland slowly walked over from behind, raised his right hand and patted Dyke on the shoulder, and Dyke withdrew with a submissive expression.
It was only then that everyone suddenly realized that Roland had unknowingly become the leader of the team.
"I know you may have some thoughts about me." Roland's voice was gentle and hoarse, with a strange rhythm that made people relax, "For example?"
There was silence for a while. After a long period of time, someone finally spoke tentatively: "I think, Mr. Orlando, you should at least discuss it with us..."
Having said this, he looked at Roland's expression, but Roland's face was hidden in the shadows by his robe. He couldn't see clearly at all.
He hesitated for a moment, seeing that Roland had no intention of objecting. Then his voice gradually became louder: "I'm not saying that it's not good for you to be the temporary leader. But the ability to lead the team to survive and the ability to unite the team should not be confused.
"
"So, kid, do you have any suggestions?"
A gentle and low voice slowly flowed out from under the black robe, as gentle as a priest doing morning prayers.
Seeing that Roland didn't seem to have any intention of resisting, the man seemed to be receiving invisible encouragement. He pointed at a middle-aged man with a tough face behind him and loudly spoke the answer in his heart.
"I think Mr. Klein is very good. He is..."
Before he could finish speaking, Roland sighed heavily.
An inexplicable sigh interrupted the man's words, and he suddenly felt a little unhappy.
But when he just turned around, his heart suddenly twitched, and he couldn't spit out the words stuck in his throat for a long time——
Klein's head fell off at some point, and blood spurted out again as before, almost soaking the bodies of the people around him.
This time he finally saw it clearly.
As the wizard drew his sword, a ray of silver light passed through his body, not hurting him at all, but directly knocking the head of Klein behind him.
The Knife Wizard?
He finally realized the identity of the man, and felt terrified in his heart.
These wizards who specialize in the art of killing have spent their entire lives studying various killing techniques, and the job of killing has become an art in their hands.
The mere existence of such people is a deterrent!
Just when the scene fell into dead silence, Roland took a few steps forward and said softly: "Do you know why I sigh?"
"That's because when you said those words, I had already seen the future of his death."
The man was stared at by Roland, like a frog stared at by a poisonous snake, his whole body was numb and he did not dare to move.
He could only listen quietly to Roland's low and thin voice ringing in his ears: "I don't want to see a future where you die... Do you understand what I mean?"
He nodded stiffly, and the joints in his neck made a rattling sound.
Seeing his reaction, Roland nodded with satisfaction, took a step back, and calmly said to everyone: "If you stay here, you will undoubtedly die. I say this, whether you believe it or not."
"I said, as long as you obey my orders, I can lead you out of here."
"...Similarly, if you dare to disobey my order, you won't be able to get out," Roland repeated gently, "You won't be able to get out."
"——Now, kneel down, cry to me, and beg me to forgive you."
Roland's voice was low and flat, but in the dead silence it echoed very clearly in the narrow sewer, full of heterogeneous viscosity and smoothness.
It was quiet for a few seconds, and then there was the sound of kneeling down in the darkness.
"Good boy."
Roland paused slightly and took a silent deep breath. A low and pleasant voice flowed out from under the shadow of the black robe.
He pointedly said softly: "Your sins are cleared." (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster! For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net