Every city would have a secluded and quiet place.
Generally speaking, such places were more dangerous, because they were usually the places where the unemployed wandered and certain underground people traded.
Roland could smell the faint smell of blood coming from the big house hidden in the small forest in front of him even though he didn't walk in.
He could also smell the stench of decay.
Looking at Jakang, Roland asked casually, "How many brothers are stationed here?"
"Seventeen." Jakang was still panicking. "Master Mage, what do you want us to do?"
Roland said casually, "Johnson is dead. I'm in charge of this place. Is there a problem for them to recognize their new master?"
"Of course, of course." Jakang was relieved.
He led Roland forward. By the time they reached the gate, the stench of blood and corruption was already suffocating.
However, Roland wasn't affected at all. He had fought too many battles and seen too many dead people. The smell was nothing to him.
When they reached the gate, it was suddenly opened, and two men dragged a woman who couldn't move.
The woman's face was ashen, and she looked very thin. She had no clothes on her body, and her abdomen had been opened. It was empty, and her organs were gone.
Both of them were stunned to see Jakang and Roland. The gloomy man on the left who was dragging the woman's arm asked, "Jakang, why are you here? Are you not guarding Forest Fawn anymore?"
Then, he looked at Roland with an enlightened expression. "Oh, this is a Mage. He's a customer, isn't he?"
"No." Jakang put on a bitter smile. "He's our new boss."
"What about Johnson?" asked the man in confusion. "He doesn't look like someone who would give up power easily."
"Strong as Johnson may be, can he be compared to a Mage?" Jakang looked at Roland. Seeing that he wasn't angry, he continued reprimanding, "Don't think too much. Put down the body and tell everybody to recognize our new master."
The two men looked at each other and put the body on the ground.
Although they were unhappy that their master had suddenly changed, they didn't dare to disobey a Mage.
In particular, this Mage seemed very strong.
After all, they had guessed that Johnson had most likely died in the hands of this mage. Jegan's fearful expression had already explained many things.
Moreover, there was a green spider standing on his shoulder. It was the size of a fist and translucent. It was clearly poisonous.
Perhaps a casual bite could kill someone on the spot.
Mages had a lot of strange things on them.
The two of them immediately went in and shouted loudly for the others in the room to come out.
Roland walked in and saw that most of the furniture in the big room had been dismantled. There were only rows of long chopping boards.
Every chopping board was black, slippery and disgusting. Some of the chopping boards even had human corpses on them.
Two of them were children. Judging from their figures, they were probably less than eight years old.
In the corner, there were many wooden buckets filled with ice cubes. There were many fresh organs in them.
There were also several people dissecting the abdomen of a beggar-like person.
Roland endured the nausea and walked over expressionlessly.
He watched as these people skillfully took out the organs from the beggar's abdomen.
"Your skills are not bad," Roland praised in a light tone.
He found that the beggar had been dead for no more than ten minutes.
He could tell that it was because the blood was still warm.
The few people around the beggar smiled and didn't say anything when they saw Roland's attire.
Their hands didn't stop working, either.
Their eye sockets were deep. They were obviously the kind of people with dark minds.
On the other side of the buckets, a person who looked like a Mage apprentice was examining the organs in the buckets to see if they had changed color.
Occasionally, he would cast a lousy Minor Healing spell on them.
Such a powerful healing spell couldn't heal wounds, but it wasn't bad for delaying the activity of the organs.
Very soon, the two people who threw the body away summoned their companions who were resting in other parts of the room.
Jegan, on the other hand, clapped his hands and said, "Everybody, stop and meet our new master! Let's listen to what our new master has to say. "
Then, he kicked these people to stand in front of Roland and made them stand together.
After doing all this, he smiled flatteringly, his body half bent.
Roland counted seventeen people and asked, "Is everybody here?"
"Yes, my lord. Everybody's here."
"Seventeen people running such a big business. Not bad." Roland nodded and asked in satisfaction, "Do you have the account book?"
"It's here." The Mage apprentice stepped forward and took out a sheepskin book from his pocket. He gave it to Roland and said, "Honorable Mage, this is our latest account book."
Roland didn't accept it. Instead, he snapped his fingers, and two small Hands of Magic opened the book.
The ledger was too dirty, and there were red and black bloodstains all over it.
Roland flipped through it carefully and closed it. He smiled and said, "Most of our goods are from beggars, but we don't have much information about our buyers. What's going on?"
"Most of the time, they buy the goods with their faces covered."
Oh … Roland got it.
"Well done. It seems that I have to reward you." Roland waved his hand.
It was Alignment Test!
Everybody's head was red.
The magic apprentices' heads were even blacker than Johnson's.
The regular gang members didn't know what was going on, but the magic apprentice trembled.
"Quick …" As he turned around, he shouted, "Run!"
Although he wasn't good at magic, he was good at magic.
He knew about Alignment Test.
Under normal circumstances, such a spell would only be used by the righteous who wanted to kill but were afraid of killing the wrong person.
He realized … that Roland was here to kill them.
However, it was too late.
The surging domain of ice froze everything around it at an extremely high speed.
After a moment, those people were frozen into white ice sculptures. Their eyes were still widened in surprise.
The magic apprentice, on the other hand, was still in the running position.
Roland walked over and kicked the ice sculpture. The latter fell to the ground and broke into a dozen pieces of ice.
Especially the head that was completely frozen, it rolled to the side.
Roland looked around and exhaled. He turned around and walked out.
After he got out of the gate, he turned around and condensed a blue fireball in his hand.
He planned to burn this place down.
However, when he was about to launch the magic fireball, a wave of arrows was suddenly shot at him.
They covered his whole body.
At the same time, four different single-target spells were launched after the arrows, including a blue Inferior Fireball.
The arrows were all deflected by the Magic Shield. Then, the magic attacks, including the ice ball, the Lightning Spear, and the Spear of Darkness, disappeared as soon as they hit the Magic Shield. However, the blue Inferior Fireball caused an intense explosion when it hit the Magic Shield.
After a loud explosion, the area within five meters of Roland was consumed by blue flames.
Several seconds later, the flames were gone, and he was finally revealed.
"I can't believe I took the fireball I invented."
Standing in the Magic Shield, Roland looked around. His magic had been interrupted.
At some point, a dozen men in gray robes wearing wolf masks had appeared in the woods.
"So, this is a trap to lure me into it." Roland looked around. "You're really generous to trade a settlement for an opportunity to surround me."
The men in gray robes didn't say anything. Some of them threw out several scrolls.
Those scrolls turned into transparent chains in the air and rooted to the ground.
Instantly, the space around them was solidified.
"Air Anchor."
Roland's expression was a little solemn.
Many people in the entire world knew how to make Spatial Anchor scrolls, but Roland was familiar with the magic aura of these scrolls. They were Betta's work.
Because Wetland City was short of money, Betta would take time out every day to make magic scrolls to earn some income. Besides, Betta and Roland were quite close, and he could recognize the other's magic fluctuations.
They had already thrown down seven Spatial Anchor scrolls, and even a genius at spatial magic like Roland couldn't use Teleportation to leave.
He couldn't even use Human Cannons.
This was because Spatial Bubble was also an application of spatial magic.
After these dozen people dropped the Spatial Anchor, they didn't say anything and attacked Roland directly.
The melee warriors charged, the Rogues went invisible, and the Archers and Mages attacked from afar.
They worked well together, very well.
Roland stomped his feet and Ice Ring spewed out, freezing the surrounding ground directly.
The two charging warriors stepped onto the slippery ice surface and fell to the ground with a swoosh. Then, like ice hockey, they slid across the ice surface at lightning speed.
Roland faced another Warrior who was about to stand up and condensed a bit of rainbow light on the tip of his finger.
But then he suddenly looked to his right, and two arrows actually pierced through his Magic Shield.
Although the arrows were stuck in the center of the Magic Shield, it had indeed broken through the defense.
Roland looked at the two arrows and found that the tips of the arrows flashed with golden light.
Magic Slaying Arrows?
Because gold had magic penetration properties, some Archers would specially make these special arrows with about a gram of gold on the arrowheads in order to deal with those Mages with Magic Shields or particularly powerful barriers.
It had a strong ability to break spells.
But the production process was very troublesome and expensive.
The price of a single Devil Piercing Arrow was equivalent to thirty Superior Arrows.
"That's quite generous."
As soon as Roland finished speaking, several Mages cast spells at the same time again.
It was another volley of ice, lightning, and dark fire.
After a violent explosion, Roland's figure emerged from the flames again.
But this time … his Magic Shield cracked.
It spread out from the two arrows that were stuck in the air.
At this moment, those Archers drew their longbows at the same time, and two of their arrows, reflecting a faint golden light in the moonlight.
It was estimated that Roland's Magic Shield would be broken after another round.
"Thank you for letting me know in which direction my Magic Shield should be strengthened."
The gray-robed man's eyes were filled with confusion.
He didn't understand why Roland was still so calm.
It was also at this moment that three arrows suddenly shot over from the distant woods.
Then came a swish of charging.
They weren't charging at Roland, but at the gray-robed man.
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