He brought Marilyn to Wetland City with a multi-person long-distance teleportation magic array and placed her in the manor that Betta gave him.
Compared to the Red Magic Tower, Wetland City had a better environment and a warmer and more pleasant temperature.
Although werecats had lived in or near deserts since ancient times.
That didn't stop them from pursuing a better living environment.
Which creature would want to live in a harsh place if they had a choice?
So as soon as she arrived in Wetland City, Marilyn felt very comfortable, and this manor did have the scent that Roland left behind.
Roland would occasionally go to Wetland City to help Betta build some larger buildings.
After all, of all the players right now, he was the best at using Stone to Mud and Mud to Stone.
When he helped here, he lived in this manor.
He introduced Marilyn to the servants here, then took her hand and went to the werecats' gathering place.
It was in a community about five hundred meters to the right of Roland's manor.
So when Marilyn entered this place full of werecats, she was even more cheerful.
Then a black line lunged at her from a distance and circled around Marilyn.
It was Maromatha the black cat.
The two cats, one white and one black, hugged each other, crying and laughing.
Roland watched from the side, feeling relaxed and happy.
It couldn't be helped. These two cats were beautiful and cute … Although Roland didn't pet cats much, this exotic charm was quite attractive.
Ten minutes later, Maromatha the black cat entertained Roland in her home.
Honey-glazed rat jerky, slate grilled fish, and … fresh catnip were all served.
Marilyn the white cat ate with relish, although she didn't lack food in the manor of the Red Magic Tower.
But the food made by humans wasn't quite to her taste.
It was just that she wasn't picky.
These things were the specialty delicacies of the werecats to begin with.
The black cat didn't eat it. She nodded slightly at Roland and said, "Thank you, Mr. Roland, for sending Marilyn here too."
Marilyn was very beautiful, and the average young man, as long as he had her, wouldn't be willing to let go of her.
And Roland's willingness to let Marilyn go free was already quite unexpected for Maromatha.
"It's okay, it's what I should do. I don't think it's good for her to stay in the Red Magic Tower alone." Roland waved his hand. "How have you werecats been living here recently? Is there any inconvenience? Or did anyone discriminate against you or harass you? "
"No." Maromatha smiled happily.
Not to mention discrimination and harassment.
The Golden Sons almost spoiled them to the heavens.
Delicious food was provided and fun was given away … As long as the werecats didn't do anything bad, they could do whatever they wanted in Wetland City.
Such a life was simply like living in a divine kingdom.
"That's good." Roland nodded.
In the beginning, he was the one who proposed to put the werecats here. If the Anchor Tribe didn't have a good time, he would also be somewhat responsible.
Now he was completely at ease.
"Mr. Roland, I heard that you're going to invade the Realm of Devils?" Maromatha's face was full of curiosity and even deep admiration.
The Demon Realm?
Many demons?
Vicious and merciless. In the Main Plane, apart from the Dragon Race, everyone who heard of this place would tremble in fear.
And it had always been the Demon Realm that invaded the Main Plane?
And then rely on the human allied forces and the Heroes to show their might?
Beat the demons back.
On average, this cycle would take place once every one or two hundred years.
But now … the Golden Sons were actually going to attack the Realm of Devils.
This was quite domineering.
Something that had never happened on the Main Plane.
So it wasn't surprising that Maromatha had such an attitude.
Not to mention that the place where they lived now was the territory of the Golden Sons.
Stability?
A peaceful, prosperous, and even extremely fair city.
Civilization?
And military force.
A race like that?
So beloved by the werecats.
After all, the felines also pursued the perfect combination of elegance and military force.
Roland nodded. "You know about it too?"
In fact, the preparation for the expedition to the Realm of Devils … apart from the Golden Sons, the werecats were the first to know.
After all, the werecats lived in Wetland City, and the players talked about these more public things?
And they never had any scruples?
They talked when they wanted to.
The werecats were also a natural scout race, and they habitually began to gather intelligence.
Then they learned what the players were going to do next and what they found troublesome.
Maromatha took a bite of grilled fish and said slowly, "I heard that your scouts went to the Realm of Devils?
Didn't gather any information. "
Roland continued to nod. There was nothing to hide.
"How about?
We werecats will help. " Maromatha looked at Roland fixedly, her eyes full of gratitude. "We can live here?
It's all thanks to your protection, and now you're in trouble?
And it just so happens that we can help … "
"We can't help!" Roland waved his hand.
Although the top group of scouts among the players didn't cross the portal?
But the professional scouts who went over there and were killed right away without even seeing a shadow?
A large portion of them were mid-range combatants.
Their average strength was actually a notch stronger than the werecats' scouts.
Even if the werecats sent out a dozen or so extremely powerful scouts, it would be good if half of them could come back.
The players could be resurrected, but the werecats couldn't.
Hearing Roland refuse so decisively, Maromatha was a little frustrated, and the two cat ears on her head drooped slightly.
The werecats were actually a more grateful race.
Now that she had received such a great favor from the Golden Sons, but had no chance to repay them, it made her quite depressed.
"You being able to live in this city and abide by the rules here is the best help you can give us," Roland said with a smile, seeing through Maromatha's thoughts.
"How is that possible!" Maromatha naturally didn't believe it. She felt that Roland was comforting her.
"Wetland City needs more other races besides us to play … the Golden Sons to form a good productivity cycle," Roland explained. "We can indeed support a city, but we're all professionals with a lot of things to do and a lot of mobility. It's possible that a lot of people will stay here for a while, and it's also possible that in the next month, there won't be many left to guard. Just like this expedition to the Realm of Devils, our people will move to Sisilia in a dozen or so days, and in half a month, there won't be many Golden Sons left here. And there are still too few humans who have moved here now, and you werecats staying here will be both a guardian and a provider of people, making this city less lifeless. "
"Any other race can do this."
"But werecats are prettier and cuter, aren't they?"
"Yes!" Maromatha's tail was raised high, and the tip kept twisting. "You seem to have a point when you put it that way."
After appeasing the Black Hunter and throwing her the white cat, Roland left the city and then teleported to Sisilia.
Arriving at the previous location of the dragon cave, Roland saw the hill that had been completely flattened, and there were at least five or six thousand tents surrounding the portal that emitted a green light.
And further away were the guards of Sisilia, about a thousand of them, looking at the group of players in front of them with trepidation.
Under normal circumstances, a thousand armored soldiers were quite strong … Sisilia was a transportation and trade hub, and its taxes were quite high, which was why it could afford to raise a thousand armored elites.
But now, these thousand armored elites, seeing the group of at least Elites in front of them, and then at least one-tenth of them were Masters, all of them felt weak in the knees.
They couldn't win, they couldn't win no matter how they thought about it.
Not to mention strength, their numbers were also overwhelming. How could they take this!
Moreover, there was now an endless stream of Golden Sons rushing over from other places.
"Don't tell me they want to do another god-defying movement." The commander grew more and more anxious.
He was a survivor of a certain battle to encircle and annihilate the Golden Sons more than two years ago.
Now he was promoted and became a soldier commanding the entire city.
The Golden Sons two years ago weren't even Elites on average, but they had already shown considerable tenacity.
And now, most of them had passed Elites, and there were even many Masters.
This kind of strength was much stronger than it had been.
If there was another god-defying movement, would the coalition of gods still be able to suppress them?
The commander felt a little dry in his mouth.
He already had plans to resign.
The players gathered here at this time were all from small guilds.
They were waiting for the arrival of the big guilds.
There were the Phoenix Guild, Fatter Cat, Moon Shadow, and so on.
Big guilds were different from small guilds; they had a large number of people and were troublesome to mobilize.
And it would also take time to ensure the logistics of the big guilds were good.
So they were waiting.
The players gathered together, vaguely divided into several "camps," some playing mahjong, some playing Fight the Landlord, some playing simple bowling, some engaging in werewolf killing, and some simply telling stories in small groups.
There was also a group of rather bored bards next to the Landlord players who began to play background music that everyone was familiar with, "Dada, dada, dada, dada."
The players also said:
"Seventeen cards, can you insta-kill me?"
"Bro, hurry up, if you don't hurry up, I'll pour you a cup of cappuccino."
It sounded very arrogant.
And Roland's arrival attracted the attention of almost all the players.
It couldn't be helped, his face was too recognizable.
Especially now that the figurines were out, more people recognized him.
Roland walked to the portal.
The surrounding players began to talk animatedly.
"F * ck, finally someone of importance has come."
"F6 only sent Roland?"
"Where's Schuck? The Saint Samurai should also have the ability to restrain the devil creatures, right? If he comes again, these two experts will take the lead, and we'll follow. "
"Only one person came, probably to scout out the situation on the other side. The scout went in and was killed, Roland probably has a way."
"I remember he has a spider that can be thrown to the ground and is hard to find."
"Yes, yes, in the Netherworld, he relied on that thing to break free from the illusion."
It had to be said that the players' intuition was still very accurate.
Roland came here indeed to use the magic spider to scout out the situation on the other side.
He snapped his fingers and used Lesser Benediction.
"Benediction, my next spell, there are no magic fluctuations."
Then Roland summoned three magic spiders.
The magic spiders were already very small, and the magic fluctuations were almost nonexistent.
But there were still some. Roland estimated that the succubus had sensed the faint magic fluctuations, which was how she discovered the magic spiders and then destroyed them.
He didn't believe that in that dim Realm of Devils, the succubus could discover the almost completely transparent magic spiders hiding in the crevices of small rocks a dozen meters away.
So Roland speculated that the residual magic fluctuations must have been discovered by the succubus.
And now, with the blessing of Benediction, the three magic spiders that were summoned didn't have any magic fluctuations.
Then Roland used Mud to Stone to create a rock dummy more than two meters tall.
It wasn't a summoned creature, just a human-shaped stone that Roland simply pulled up with magic threads.
Then the three magic spiders climbed onto the stone dummy and hid in the bumps.
In the end, the stone man walked into the portal with a gait that showed no regard for his own family and friends.
At this time, many players who were watching the show opened the livestream.
There were all kinds of names, mainly shocking ones.
"Shocking, this man actually made the stone dummy do this kind of thing."
"Incredible, spiders actually have such a relationship with the stone dummy."
The stone dummy entered the portal, and Roland immediately switched to the perspective of the magic spiders.
After passing through a green spatial tunnel, the stone dummy had just walked out of the magic array, and before one of its feet had even stepped on the ground of the Realm of Devils, a dozen air slashes suddenly appeared in the air.
These slashes appeared at the same time.
They were abnormally sharp.
The stone dummy instantly turned into dozens of pieces and fell to the ground.
One of the magic spiders was also cut off.
But there were two more magic spiders that fell to the ground with the debris of the stone dummy, then were buried under small pieces of rock.
From Roland's perspective, the surroundings were dark. After all, the magic spiders didn't have a line of sight now.
But he could hear the sounds around him.
The sound of someone walking vibrating … from far to near.
Then there was the sound of wings flapping in the air.
"This time they're smart and want to send a summoned creature over to check out the situation, but my spatial slashes are still faster."
This male voice was very low, and although it was the Realm of Devils, Roland could understand it with Language Proficiency.
"What the hell is going on over there, the magic array has clearly been activated, but Lord Paimon won't let us go over."
This was a female voice, very seductive and seductive, and just listening to it gave people the urge to have sex. It felt like such a voice was going to be censored.
"None of the imps that were guided over have returned," the male voice continued. "But I'm curious, how long will the army be assembled? There are already thirty thousand now, enough for us to carry out an expedition to the main plane. Why is Lord Paimon still not satisfied and even looking for reinforcements? "
"Lord Paimon's prophecy is quite powerful, he must have a reason for doing this." The seductive female voice made a strange sound, as if licking her lips. "I'd love to get close to the little fresh meat men of the main plane, it's been more than two hundred years since I've tasted them."
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