The Hidden Knight of Mystra Chapter 080 Slide
Roger walked west for a while along the bank of the Sela River.
The number of underground warthogs is increasing instead of decreasing.
In some parts of the river basin, the river water has overflowed, forming new tributaries or ponds.
The scene was truly shocking.
Roger looked out over the Sierra River, unable to imagine what was happening.
It was very quiet along the Serra River, and it felt as if there was no living thing within miles.
Since the Qi-gazing technique could not obtain any information, Roger did not dare to do divination on his own.
After a short stay, I had no choice but to go back.
On his way back, he saw a tall man on the shore.
Like him, the man was carefully observing the dead pig on the river.
Roger walked over and took the initiative to say hello:
"Good morning."
"Good morning." The man's accent was a bit rigid and his tone was very formal. He didn't seem to be a local of the manor.
His clothing was not like that of an ordinary adventurer, but was also very different from that of a merchant or a farmer.
More like the affairs officer of Shuguang Town.
“Shocking, right?”
The man turned and smiled.
He has a face with clear lines like a sculpture, a straight nose, a full forehead, and a pair of beautiful dark green eyes hidden under the deep eye sockets.
His lips were always tightly pursed, revealing a firm look.
Even the sparse hair with a precarious hairline was combed into an orderly manner, revealing a kind of unspeakable stubbornness.
Just this one glance.
Roger vaguely guessed the man's identity.
"Indeed." Roger looked at the dead pig on the river and shook his head gently:
“This kind of thing is completely beyond my understanding.”
"It makes sense." The man looked at Roger calmly and spoke as if he was reciting lines from a stage play.
“I once heard a story.”
"Under the ground of the Boneyard, there is a vast dark world. In the southwest corner of the dark world, there is a mossy plain filled with these underground warthogs."
"Every winter, a large number of underground warthogs gather in groups, running all the way, facing south."
"The warthogs are coming with such force that they are unstoppable. Even the ruler of the dark world, the cunning and powerful two-headed black dragon, dares not face the fierce attack of hundreds of thousands of warthogs."
"During that time, all predators avoided the paths of the warthogs. They swept across the endless underground plains, all the way to the southernmost part of the dark world."
"In the southernmost part of the dark world is an underground river called Bonderi. White mist often rises from the dark river, which is mysterious and unpredictable. The warthogs will rush to the Bonderi River one after another - but you know, underground warthogs can't swim, so the first warthogs that rush down will only drown."
"Given the physiological structure of warthogs, after drowning they will quickly float up and become a small piece of duckweed on the river surface that can be stepped on; then the later ones can step on the bodies of their companions and continue to move forward until they also become part of the duckweed."
"If this goes on, one day, on a flat river, the warthogs will use their own bones to build a floating bridge. Their companions will have the opportunity to reach the south bank of the river. However, things are not that simple."
"There is also a strange white fog over the Bundre River. The white fog will kill all intruders without exception."
"We still don't know how many lucky warthogs have managed to step on the corpses of their companions and reach the other side no matter what the cost during the annual warthog migration."
"All we know is that the warthogs that didn't make it are all here."
Speaking of this.
The man fell into a long silence, as if he was thinking or reminiscing.
Roger was attracted by this bizarre and slightly shocking story.
The two stood there stiffly.
They looked like two poor creatures who had been hit by a human immobilization spell.
After a while.
There was the sound of rustling footsteps not far away.
"Alan Dominic."
"Your Excellency must be Master Roger."
The man came to his senses and generously extended his hand to Roger.
For Roger, this courtesy was something he hadn't seen for a long time.
He subconsciously grabbed Alan's hands - they were a pair of very strong and warm hands, giving him a strong sense of security.
"Just call me Roger."
He said.
Alan said seriously: "For a martial artist who saved the manor from turtles, "Master" is a very appropriate title."
"And I also heard the legend of the 'White Feather Flying Knight' on my way back to the manor."
Faced with Alan's praise, Roger suddenly felt embarrassed.
Maybe he is just too serious.
Roger told himself.
"Just call me Roger."
He chose to be a telegraph machine.
Alan frowned, and it took a long time for him to relax:
"Okay Roger. I'm willing to make an exception for you."
Roger breathed a sigh of relief.
When other people in the manor called him Master Roger in their rural accent, he felt a sense of simple intimacy; but when he heard Brother Alan's serious tone, he always had the illusion that he was a pyramid scheme master who was being repeatedly mocked and whipped.
"Lord Alan, why are the warthogs migrating south?"
Roger brought the topic back to the point:
"And if the Bundre River is the upper reaches of the Sela River, then the so-called "monster theory" will be refuted, right?"
Alan straightened his back and spoke in a slightly softer tone:
"At least in my opinion, the idea that there are monsters at the bottom of the river is closer to nonsense."
"In the thirteen years of observation logs of the Lord's Mansion, there are no signs of any monsters appearing."
"As for the motives of the warthogs' behavior, I'm afraid only the warthogs themselves know."
"But we do have some immature speculations. The specific research results still need further investigation. I hope Hayward can bring me the latest hydrological data when I return."
Roger nodded knowingly and stopped asking questions.
When they first met, Alan actually revealed a lot of information to him.
Let’s not talk about whether it’s true or not.
These are not things that ordinary adventurers can access.
Although he was very interested in the secrets of the Serra River, he also knew the limits of interpersonal communication.
The two chatted for a while, talking about the local customs, weather and food of the manor.
Alan is indeed a very smart man.
He is very graceful and eloquent, and can win the favor of others with just a few words.
Different from the usual rhetoric used by scammers, Alan's words always get to the heart of the topic and go straight to the root of the problem, which makes people stand in awe.
To Roger, Alan's thinking habits had many similarities with his own, and he did not seem like a native of Mystra at all.
This made him curious about the other party's origins.
After a while.
Roger took Alan and Freya, who was standing and watching not far away, on a tour around the farm.
Although Senluo Farm is dilapidated, the natural scenery is still beautiful.
Freya was well prepared and brought her own food, so the three of them simply had a picnic near the forest in the west.
Then he returned to Roger's house.
The two chatted for the entire afternoon.
At dusk, Alan reluctantly said goodbye after Freya's repeated eye contact.
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At night.
Another guard came to visit and said he brought a thank-you gift from Lord Alan.
When Roger opened it, he saw a note addressed to "White Feather Flying Man" on it, which made him feel embarrassed.
Below is a martial arts secret book.
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"Exquisite martial arts secrets (slide)"
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See this name.
Roger's face couldn't help but look strange.
"You want me to slide up and give you a wave?"
However, he still turned on the Qi-gazing technique out of habit.
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"Slide: Pingsha School's unique martial art, founder Black Tiger"
"Description: A martial arts sliding tackle with 196 variations, which has extremely strong armor-breaking, crippling and opportunity-seeking effects. It is a unique skill condensed from all that Master Black Tiger has learned throughout his life, and a powerful weapon in actual combat."
"Requirements: Comprehension 15/Master at least 3 Qi points"
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