Roland didn't expect it to be so easy to find out about the True Ancestor of the vampires.
He couldn't help but continue to ask, "Where is the True Ancestor of the vampires?"
"She lives in the Ten Thousand Stones Abyss south of our Portree," the elf Anlor said with a shrug. "I know you're probably all very interested in the second beauty of the Netherworld, but she's really not a woman that ordinary people can handle. The average man standing in front of her would be impressive if he didn't turn into Toltolui. "
Toltolui meant the otherworldly version of a bootlicker.
Roland was a little surprised. "The second beauty?"
"Here in the Netherworld, who dares to call themselves the first beauty except the Nether God?" Anlor spread his hands with a matter-of-fact expression.
Well, this was indeed something that needed to be taken seriously. Roland asked again, "Is the Ten Thousand Stones Abyss a place name or a city?"
"It's a city." In the residential area, Anlor pointed to five small houses side by side in front of him. "These five stone houses are yours, and in two or three days, your residency permits will be put down. Also, please remember one thing … our Portree is a city that pursues peace. No matter how strong you are, don't fight in the city, otherwise we'll have to resort to violence."
"Understood." Roland nodded.
Putting the five keys in Roland's hand, Anlor turned and left.
Roland stretched out his hand. "Here, choose one yourself."
The friends chose a random key from his hand and opened their small stone houses.
The interior was about thirty square meters or so, with only one floor, with a stone-like pit and a stone shelf made of strips of stone that seemed to be for holding clothes.
Sure enough … a barren place without even wood, not only were the houses made of stone, but even the furniture was made of stone.
Even more outrageous was that there was very little stone furniture.
After they finished looking at their houses, they gathered in Roland's stone house.
Li Lin sighed. "These small stone houses aren't as good as the temporary shelter you made with magic, Roland. Why do we have to buy a house in a place like this, it doesn't make sense. "
"We have to have an identity so we can move around here," Roland explained. "Our mission is obviously a long-term type at first glance, and with an identity, we can avoid a lot of trouble."
Li Lin nodded to show that he understood.
At this time, the livestream was full of bullet comments.
"This warrior doesn't look very smart, Ya."
"Berserkers will lose their brains."
"The numbers in the game will indeed affect some of your actions. I chose to be a Mage in the game. With 9 points of intelligence growth, it's easy for me to remember things, but when I return to reality, my memory isn't as good. '
"Of course, I'm strong in the game, but weak in real life."
A Berserker's Intelligence growth is usually only 5. If they activate the permanent skill, Seething Blood, it will reduce their current Intelligence by 2 points. So … even if a Berserker is a Master, their current Intelligence limit will not exceed 7.
"Then it's no wonder."
Roland had completely forgotten that he was still streaming. In fact, so had Schuck.
Since they didn't do live broadcasts often, it was normal for them to forget about it.
Roland thought for a moment and said, "We'll collect information about the Ten Thousand Stones Abyss and the vampires later. I'll give you an unhindered communication. You have nearly thirty hours. If there's any news, contact me in the guild system, got it?"
The other four nodded in understanding.
Then, the four of them separated.
Roland wandered around the city and attracted a lot of attention.
Because his clothes were too new and beautiful.
Even the local mayor usually wore linen robes, and Roland even exchanged five ordinary clothes for five houses.
Although they were small houses, it could be seen that the kind of stone houses in this city was already a place for the middle class to live in.
But although many people were eyeing him covetously, no one dared to mess around.
After all, Roland was a Mage, and the concentration of magic power on him was quite strong, obviously above the Master level.
A Mage of this level was already very strong, and with a Magic Shield, he was far more troublesome than a Warrior of the same level. Nobody would want to be hostile to such a Mage.
After four hours of wandering around, Roland was a little helpless.
The information that could be gathered in the tavern was already at its limit. After all, the people of this city hadn't been out much, and the world outside the city was too scary. One could run into bandits, and there were Soul Gatherers floating around from time to time.
If they were unlucky enough to run into one, they would most likely die out in the wilderness.
While Roland and the others were wandering around the city, the mayor of Portley received four special guests.
"Isabella, what brings you here?" The mayor looked at the female elf in front of him, his face beaming. "You came just in time, I received some new clothes, I'll take them out for you."
"No need." The female elf, who was also wearing linen clothes but had a beautiful appearance and a cool temperament, waved her hand. "I'm here for something important this time."
The mayor sighed. "Okay, go ahead."
"One of our Nether God's clones was destroyed outside the city."
The mayor's eyes widened. "Who could be so powerful?"
"We don't know, but we found the location of the incident based on the fluctuations left behind by the clone and found that the person who destroyed the clone took away all the light feathers." The female elf's face grew colder. "That's too much, no matter who dares to do this, it will be seen as a provocation to our Nether God Church."
The mayor was lost in thought.
"It seems that you know something?"
"Five outsiders came to our city, is it possible that they did it?" the mayor said after some thought.
"Take me to them." The elven woman raised a pretty eyebrow. "Is that okay?"
"Of course, no problem. Anlor, take Isabella to the five new friends." After shouting outside, the mayor looked at the elven woman and said expectantly, "Isabella, since you're here, when this is over, go home and have a meal. Your mother misses you very much, and I haven't seen you in a long time. Even the Nether God Church doesn't forbid family love, right? "
Isabella looked at the mayor for a while and finally nodded slightly.
The mayor laughed. "I only tried on two sets of clothes, and the fabric is really good. The remaining two are for you, and the last one is for your mother."
At this moment, Anlor came in, and Isabella said slowly, "Can I have Mother make some dried meat soup?"
"No problem at all." The mayor was so happy that he was about to jump up.
Anlor then left with Isabella and the other three people who had been silent all this time.
The mayor was still giggling in the room.
After another four hours, Roland really didn't gather any better information, and the rumors about the True Ancestor of the vampires were just the same.
The second most beautiful woman in the Netherworld.
Black hair, dark golden eyes.
Lived in the Ten Thousand Stones Abyss, followed by countless bats.
Wait!
It seemed that he would have to find time to go to the Ten Thousand Stones Abyss.
To be honest, Roland wanted to gather more information before going to the other party's lair.
It was too impulsive to rush over in a situation where they didn't know what was going on.
Even if the player didn't die, losing EXP right now was a terrible pain.
Since he couldn't gather any better information, he went back to his hut to rest and browse the forums, only to find that there were five people in front of his house.
Anlor, who had brought them here, and four religious men in black linen robes.
Roland's gaze swept over these people. In addition to Anlor, there was the beautiful elven woman, and three humans with weathered faces.
The expressions of the beautiful elven woman and the other three humans didn't seem very friendly.
Roland was ready to fight.
But he still asked, "What, Mr. Anlor, you brought people here … to find me?"
"It's them who want to find you." Anlor stood to the side and tilted his head at the same time, indicating that the elven woman was the one in charge.
Roland's gaze fell on the female elf, Isabella.
"Beautiful lady, what business do you have with me?"
"It's you!" Isabella slowly drew the longsword at her waist. "You still have the scent of our emissary on you."
Roland's reaction speed was quite fast.
The other party was a religious man, said the word emissary, and was hostile.
It was reasonable to speculate that the other party was a believer of the Nether God Church.
He had just "killed" a Soulbringer on his side, and he didn't expect the other party to come to him so soon.
"The Soulbringer wants to drag my soul away." Roland slowly stepped back, his robes beginning to flutter slowly, and after five steps back, his robes were already fluttering. "Could it be that I can't defend myself?"
Listening to Roland's rhetorical question, Isabella felt her body stiffen a little.
She wasn't shocked by Roland's words, but by Roland's terrifying amount of magic power.
The Soulbringer had a weakness. Even if one wasn't a professional, as long as one closed their eyes and emptied their mind when encountering a Soulbringer, they could easily be immune to the Soulbringer's mental spells.
At the same time, they could easily kill the Soulbringer by swinging a long weapon around.
Many people knew this weakness, but few people in the Netherworld dared to kill the Soulbringer. After all, this was the territory of the Nether God.
They had to give her some face no matter what.
Now, however, another Soulbringer had been killed, and even the feather of light had been taken away.
She thought that Roland had only killed the Soulbringer by trickery, but when she saw the other party's terrifying magic power, she knew that she had kicked an iron plate.
"Are you trying to start a war with the Nether God Church?" Isabella roared. "You actually want to kill us when you're facing us?"
Roland chuckled coldly. "You've already drawn your sword, and you're not going to let me make some preparations?"
He had already decided that as long as the other party dared to make a move, he would directly fire a Small Fireball and blast everything nearby away.
Anyone who believed in religion was more paranoid.
They had lost a Soulbringer, and in the eyes of outsiders, it was just self-defense, so there shouldn't be a problem.
But in the eyes of religious people, this was wrong.
God wants to kill you, and you dare to resist?
Why don't you just lie down and wait to be stabbed!
Seeing Roland like this, the three humans behind Isabella immediately spread out and surrounded the former in a triangular formation.
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