Roland did not expect that it would be so easy to find out the news about the true ancestor of the blood clan.

He couldn't help but continue asking, "Where is the true ancestor of the blood clan?"

"It lives in the abyss of ten thousand stones south of our Pottery." The elf Anroll shrugged and said, "I know you may be interested in the second beauty in the underworld, but she is really not a woman that ordinary people can control. It would be great if the average man stands in front of her if he doesn't become a thunder."

Tuotuolei means the other world version of licking dogs.

Roland was a little surprised: "Second Beauty?"

"In the underworld, who dares to be the number one beauty except the God of the Underworld?" An Luo's hands spread out his hands, with a natural expression.

Well, this is indeed something that needs to be taken seriously, Roland asked again: "Is Wanshi Abyss a place name, or a city?"

"It's a city." Anrowel pointed to the five small houses in front of the residential area: "These five stone houses are yours. After two or three days, your residence permit will be put down. Also, remember one thing... Our Pottery City is a city that pursues peace. No matter how powerful you are, don't attack in the city, otherwise we can only use violent means."

"I understand." Roland nodded.

Putting the five keys into Roland's hand, Anroll turned and left.

Roland stretched his hand forward: "Here, choose it yourself."

The gay friends chose a random key from him and opened their own small stone room.

The interior area is about thirty square meters, with only one layer, and there is a pit-like thing made of stones, and a stone shelf made of strips of stones, which seems to be used to hold clothes.

It is indeed... a barren place without even wood. Not only is the house made of stone, but even the furniture is stone.

What's even more outrageous is that there is less stone furniture.

After seeing their house, several people gathered in Roland's stone house.

Li Lin sighed: "These small stone houses are not as good as the temporary shelter you made with magic from Roland. Why do we buy a house in such a place? It's meaningless."

"We need to have an identity, so we can act here." Roland explained: "Our mission is a long-term type at first glance. If we have an identity, we can avoid a lot of trouble."

Li Lin said oh and nodded to show that he understood.

At this time, there was a barrage in the live broadcast room.

‘This warrior looks like he is not very smart.’

‘Berserker, my brain is lost.’

‘The values ​​in the game will indeed have an impact on some of your behavior. I chose the mage in the game. It is easy to remember things at 9 points of intellectual growth, but after returning to reality, I don’t have that good memory.’

‘Of course, I am extremely powerful in the game, but in reality I have no power to tie a chicken.’

‘The intelligence of the Berserker is generally only 5. If the permanent skill of Blood Qi Boiling is activated, the current intelligence will be reduced by 2 points. So... Now even if the Berserker is at the master level, the current intelligence limit will not exceed 7.’

‘That’s a big wonder.’

Roland has completely forgotten that he is still on the live broadcast, but Shuke has also forgotten.

Because they don't often broadcast live, it's normal for them to forget this.

Roland thought for a while and said, "We will collect the Abyss of Ten Thousand Stones and the news about the blood clan to give you a free communication. There are nearly thirty hours. If you have any news, please contact it in the guild system. You understand."

The other four said they heard it.

The four people then separated.

Roland was wandering around this city, attracting the attention of many people.

Because his clothes are too new and beautiful.

Even the local city lord usually wears linen robe, and Roland even exchanges five ordinary clothes for five houses.

Although it is a small house, it can be seen that the stone houses in this city are already a place where the middle class can live.

However, although many people are eyeing him, no one dares to do anything randomly.

After all, Roland is a magician on one hand, and the magic concentration on her body is quite strong, obviously at the master level or above.

Magicians of this level are already very strong, and have magic shields, and the trouble is far more than warriors of the same level. Ghosts want to be hostile to such mages.

Roland was a little helpless after a four-hour trip.

The information that can be collected in the tavern has reached its limit. After all, people in this city have never gone far away. The world outside the city is too terrible. If they are not done properly, they will encounter robbers, and there will be soul-catching messengers floating around at any time.

If you are not lucky enough to run into it, you will most likely die outside the wilderness.

While Roland and his friends were wandering around the city, the lord of Portrey performed four special guests.

"Isabella, what wind blows you to me?" The city lord looked at the elf woman in front of him, his face shining: "You are here just in time. I have received a few new sets of clothes, and I will take them out for you."

"No need." The elf woman who was also wearing linen clothes but had a beautiful appearance and a cool temperament waved her hands: "There is something important to come this time."

The city lord sighed: "Okay, you said."

"One of our divine clone was destroyed outside the city."

The city lord widened his eyes: "Who is so powerful?"

"We don't know, but based on the fluctuations left by the clone, we found the site of the incident and found that the person who destroyed the clone had even taken away Guangyu." The elf woman's face became colder and colder: "This is too much. No matter who dares to do this, it will be regarded as a provocation to our Nether God Cult."

The city lord fell into deep thought.

"It seems you know what?"

"Five outsiders came to our city. Is it possible that they did it?" the city lord thought for a while and said.

"Take me to see them." The elf woman raised her beautiful brows: "Is that OK?"

"Of course there is no problem. Anroel, take Isabella to find the five new friends." After shouting outside, the city lord looked at the elf woman and said expectantly: "Isabella, since you are all here, wait until the matter is over, go home for a meal. Your mother misses you very much, and I haven't seen you for a long time. Even the God of the Underworld will not prohibit family communication."

Isabella looked at the city lord for a while and finally nodded slightly.

The city lord laughed: "I only tried two sets of clothes. The fabric is really good. I will give you two sets to you and the last set to your mother."

At this time, Anrowl came in, and Isabella slowly said, "Father, can you please let your mother make some dried broth?"

"No problem at all." The city lord was about to jump up happily.

Then Anrol left with Isabella and three other people who had not spoken.

The city lord was left to smile foolishly in the room.

Four hours later, Roland really didn't collect any better information. The rumors about the true ancestor of the blood clan were just those few words.

The second beauty in the underworld.

Black hair, dark golden eyes.

Living in the Abyss of Ten Thousand Stones, following countless bats, etc., etc.

It seems that I have to find time to go to the Abyss of Wanshi.

To be honest, Roland wanted to collect more information before going to the other party's nest.

It was too reckless to rush over without knowing anything.

Even if the player doesn't really die, his heart will be in great pain now as long as he loses experience once.

Since he couldn't collect better information, he went back to the hut to rest and planned to browse the forum, but found that there were five people waiting in front of his house.

Anroll, who was in charge of leading the way, and four religious people wearing black sackcloth robes.

Roland's eyes swept across these people. In addition to Anroll, there were also elf beauties and three humans with vicissitudes of life.

The expressions of the elf beauty and the other three humans seemed not very friendly.

Roland is ready for battle.

But he still asked, "Why, Lord Anrowel, are you here with someone... wanting to find me?"

"It's them who want to find you." Anrowel stood next to him, and at the same time turned his head, indicating that the elf woman was the real master.

Roland's eyes fell on the female elf, Isabella.

"Beautiful lady, what's the matter with me?"

"It's you!" Isabella slowly pulled out the long sword from her waist: "You still have the smell of our messenger."

Roland Thinking's reaction was quite fast.

The other party was a religious person, and he said the word "Entertainment" and was hostile.

It is reasonable to speculate that the other party is a believer of the God of the Underworld.

I just got a soul-catching messenger to death, but I didn't expect the other party to come to me so soon.

"The soul-catching messenger wants to drag my soul away." Roland slowly retreated, and his robe began to slowly stimulate. After five steps, the robe on his body was already floating and fluttering: "Can't I be able to defend myself?"

Listening to Roland's rhetoric, Isabella felt a little stiff.

She was not shocked by Roland's words, but was scared by Roland's terrifying magic power.

The Soul-Seeping Messenger has a weakness. Even if he is not a professional, as long as he meets the Soul-Seeping Messenger, close his eyes and then empty his mind, he can easily immunize the Soul-Seeping Messenger's spiritual spells.

At the same time, you can easily kill the soul-catching messenger by swinging it with a long weapon.

Many people know this weakness, but few people in the entire underworld dare to "kill" the soul-catching messenger. After all, this is the territory of the God of the Underworld.

I have to give her some face anyway.
To be continued...