"Don't worry about Macon and the others for now, find Claudia first!"
Kruveen said decisively.
"good."
Roland nodded in agreement.
Based on the speed at which the yellow letters on the bracelet appear, Claudia will probably die in less than an hour. Even though the snow has stopped now, moving in the snow is still very laborious.
If we go to Luther Town first, 80% of the time we won't be able to make it in time.
But where will Claudia be?
Starting from Roland's current location, it would take at least four hours to search the entire Pyroxene Forest. Even if Roland uses the entanglement technique to maneuver at high speed, it can only be compressed to close to an hour.
Moreover, time is really tight. If he encounters higher-level pyroxene species, Roland has no confidence that he can kill them quickly.
You must know that monsters of the pyroxene species ignore weak points - with Roland's current attack method, if you don't use weak points to strike, it will be very difficult to defeat a demonized creature of the pyroxene species that has begun to crystallize.
The mistletoe touch cannot absorb the vitality of the demonized creature, and the ash entanglement spell cannot harm the pyroxene species that also have the characteristics of the dusk species. Without the bonus of the Wild Feast, the entanglement spell does not have the strength to pull heavy objects.
of pyroxene species.
The only thing that can come in handy is the Karal Sword with the special effect of hammer head.
Thinking of this, Roland took out his cutting sword and the dagger he got from the sewer out of the suitcase, and then hung the suitcase on the shield frame behind Kruveen.
"Please help me take it. It's inconvenient for me to carry this."
"good."
Kruveen responded and took down the big shield behind him. With a slight twist, a circle of sharp and bright blades poked out of the edge of the shield that was half a man tall.
This is of no use to pyroxene species...
Seeing this, Roland sighed again.
It would be nice if Kakarit was still by his side. The saint's priest restrained the dusk species as seriously as the gods' priest restrained the walking corpse. With a silver-level mourner by his side, the demons below silver
It can be said that the number of transformed creatures will die as many as they come.
But when Roland left before, he had already sent Kakarit to sneak into the group of survivors.
After all, it's a long way from the City of Fortune to Farar. There is a real mourner who follows the survivors and brainwashes those people...I mean, psychological treatment is very convenient.
In Farar, where more than 90% of the people believe in the Elder of the Lonely Mountain, it is very difficult to convert them to their faith. Therefore, this must be done as early as possible.
But for Old Joseph, Roland had already asked him to go to Luther Town to inquire about the situation.
Roland has been thinking about this old priest who has believed in the Lord of Darkness for many years but has not been reused for a long time.
Anyway, the dam in the City of Fortune has been blown up by Roland, and the priests there are no longer restricted by the Great Barrier of Karal.
If Roland were nearby, even with only ten points of perception, he could maintain a normal conversation with the Everlasting Mentor - instead of like now, as a elect, he has to pray specifically to hear the Everlasting Mentor's voice.
Roland planned to wait until he got a large amount of mercury. After being promoted to the Death Crow, he would go to the ruins of the City of Fortune to collect the dying Tree of Suffering, and then call the Master of Sleeping along the way to transform old Joseph into
Mourning the deceased.
Talents like this with more than fifty years of underground work experience will definitely be of great help to Roland during the resurgence of the plague. It would be a pity to die with the plague.
Roland has already arranged these things, and neither the Passion Tree nor Old Joseph can cause any big trouble.
The only thing Roland is more worried about is the group of Templar Knights from Tire. They don't know that the Society of Truth has been completely buried by Roland, and it is estimated that it is almost finished gathering now...
I hope they won't give away people's heads to feed the tree of suffering.
...wait, is this?
The doubtful light in Roland's eyes flashed away, and he was slightly startled. Then he inserted the Kalal Sword and Blue Fang into his waist along with the scabbard.
"Kruvien, I am Druid. I can move faster in the woods than you... To save time, we will split up!"
Roland turned back and said this to Kruveen. Four vines slowly stretched out from his sleeves, and two more vines were pulled out from his ankles: "You look for it from the road, I'll look for it from deep in the forest! If anything happens, I'll look for you."
Throw something in the sky and call me!”
"Okay!" Kruveen said immediately. Then he held up the blade shield and ran back along the way he came.
Roland nodded slightly, but his feet did not move at all.
As for where Claudia is, Roland now has a vague suspicion in his mind.
What Roland didn't tell Kruveen was that he had even seen Claudia's footprints just now - a person's footprints. There were no Marken's footprints or An Ruosi's footprints. Not even Claude's footprints.
Neither.
And that footprint leads to a very familiar place in Roland.
In that kind of narrow terrain, Kluvien couldn't move at all. It would be better for him to go and see if anyone had set up traffic jams on some major roads.
Those who can set traps in the pyroxene forest to lure Claudia must be demonized creatures infected by dusk. If Roland's prediction is correct, even Luther Town has probably been controlled by these monsters.
Its purpose is pyroxene.
But as for the slimy shape-shifters who are the enemies of Kabbalah, or the Ismails who control people's hearts with illusions, this will have a great impact on Roland's subsequent tactical choices.
"Roland!"
At this moment, a familiar voice came from behind.
Roland turned around in confusion and found someone who shouldn't be there.
He is thin, about 1.75 meters tall, has a resolute expression, and has a vertical scar on the left side of his face.
It's Macon.
"Maken? Why are you here?"
"I still want to ask you!"
Macon said angrily: "Aren't you with Kluvien? Where are Kluvien?"
Roland's eyes flashed and he said nonchalantly: "He went to find Claudia... By the way, where is Claudia's grandfather?"
"You mean that old priest? He's still in town," Macon shrugged. "After all, for a priest, Karar is too dangerous."
"That's right."
Roland nodded in agreement.
At this moment, Macon suddenly asked: "By the way, Roland, do you have any idea about Claudia's whereabouts?"
"Yes." Roland nodded vigorously, holding Macon's sleeve with his right hand to bring him closer to the footprints remaining on the snow, "Look. These are Claudia's footprints."
"Based on the time it took for the heavy snow to stop, these were the footprints left about two hours ago."
Roland said calmly: "Although the footprints are very shallow and intermittent because they are covered by new snow, fortunately, we can see her direction."
"In that direction, the only building with any significance is undoubtedly the Tomb of Thousand Heads."
Roland's voice was cold and melodious, and his words were full of confidence: "There, it was difficult for Kluvien to move with a big shield, but it was much easier for me to move."
As his words fell, Macon's expression almost froze in surprise.
"...You know so much. If I hadn't known you were a Blighter, I would have thought you were a wizard."
"A wizard will not step into the pyroxene forest at will." Roland had a hint in his words.
"Who knows, maybe a fool will."
Macon shrugged and gave Roland a knightly salute as a joke.
"Miss Roland, the road to the Tomb of Thousand Heads is bumpy. Please allow me to go ahead and explore the way."
"Then I'll leave it to you. It just so happens that I'm not very good at this either."
Roland responded with a smile.
Seeing Macon turn his head and walk in that direction, the smile on Roland's face gradually turned cold.
He wiped the right hand that had touched Marken before on his robe, and looked at Marken's back with ridicule in his eyes. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
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