Facing the girl's questions.
The sexy woman naturally lifted her chest.
Her voice was hoarse and charming:
“It’s just the pressure of life.
Something has to be given to achieve the goal.
Otherwise, where do you think my 100% assassination success rate comes from?
Also, Stephanie.
How many times have I said it?
When you are on a mission, you have to call me sister."
Stephanie said "Oh".
Then ask:
"But this only works on men!"
"I'm curious how you deal with women."
The sexy woman glanced at her:
"It's simple. I don't take orders targeting women."
The little girl suddenly realized:
“This is the secret to a 100% success rate!”
The sexy woman laughed:
"What a self-righteous girl."
"I'm just kidding. I'll take any order."
"Speaking of women..."
"Have you forgotten where your eyes were looking when you first saw me?"
The little girl frowned tightly, looking thoughtful.
After a while.
She looked down at herself and sighed suddenly:
"You have a point."
Then she raised her head in dissatisfaction:
"But if it hadn't been me last time, you'd be done for."
"At least half of the credit for your title of 'God Slayer' goes to me."
The sexy woman nodded happily:
"Seventy percent. Be more confident, Stephanie."
“Your ability is crucial.”
Facing Cisco's praise.
The little girl felt a little embarrassed.
She lowered her head and said:
"That won't work either. Your assassination is also crucial."
"Let's split the credit 50-50..."
After a while.
She looked up seriously and said:
"I just calculated carefully, and I think I am more important. I think 60% to 40% is a more appropriate result."
The sexy woman shrugged helplessly.
A farm appeared ahead on the road.
Stephanie suddenly grabbed the corner of Cisco's clothes:
"Sisko."
“I need to pee!”
Cisco's expression suddenly became serious.
"How much do you want it?"
Stephanie had a very strange expression, as if she was feeling something.
After a while.
She managed to utter:
"A little bit."
Cisco frowned:
"This doesn't make sense... There should still be some distance to the target."
Stephanie squeezed her legs together, and her expression slowly relaxed:
"It's all right now."
"But I have a bad feeling."
Cisco uttered a "hmm".
The girl said seriously:
"Your 100% success rate may be gone."
The sexy woman's expression remained unchanged.
Just a little hoarse voice:
"Let's go."
…
evening.
After finishing a divination, Roger slowly stood up.
This divination was seriously disturbed.
He only saw two female figures, one big and one small.
They appear at the eastern border of the Southern Graveyard.
No other information was obtained.
It seems that this "God Slayer Sisko" is indeed different from other extraordinary assassins.
But Roger wasn't too worried.
Many of his abilities are actually very effective against Elite Rogues.
But before Cisco showed up.
Roger also imagined that the Assassin's League was a charitable organization like the one in some online novels in his previous life, where a bunch of cannon fodders would be sent out when one cannon fodder died.
This way he can gain expertise in the Rogue field.
What a pity.
He just took out two old perverts.
The other party actually sent out the "God Slayer" directly!
This disappointed Roger greatly.
He stood up and cleaned up for a while.
Then he left the camp alone.
Cisco's arrival did not interrupt Roger's hunting rhythm.
Tonight.
He was preparing to make a final reconnaissance of the Withered Order's headquarters.
…
Under the moonlight.
Roger headed south along the "Autumn Creek Corridor".
The Tiyun cavalry opened fire at full capacity.
And in this process.
The altitude of the place where he was standing began to rise slowly.
…
"Hint: You have entered the Gray Deer Plain"
…
In front of a three-forked trail.
Roger chose a path that extended southwest with ease.
Road signs.
This road leads to the "Deer Hunting Terrace".
The base camp of the Withered Cult, the "Deep Frost Cave", is there.
The other two roads lead to "Strangthorn Vale" and "United Farm" respectively.
These are all well-known place names in Nanbuye.
During a previous site scouting, Roger had visited Union Farm once.
As for Stranglethorn Vale.
It’s too far and I haven’t had time to visit it yet.
And it took so long to enter the southern cemetery.
Roger gradually got to know the characteristics of this area.
…
First of all, the land is vast.
The area covered by the Southern Tomb Field is larger than the areas on the north and south banks of the Serra River combined!
A single area of ​​"Gray Deer Plain" is as large as two or three "large wetlands".
Not to mention other areas around Huiluyuan.
Fortunately, the Deep Cold Cave is located in the northwest corner of the Deer Hunting Terrace.
It’s not far from the underground camp.
Otherwise Roger would have to change the location of the camp.
…
The second is "thick fog".
Different from the mist in the swamp.
The fog in the southern cemetery seems like a continuation of the fog of war.
Rumor has it that the thicker the fog, the better.
The more terrifying monsters are hidden.
Fortunately, this fog does not hinder the view of true vision.
This invisibly magnified Roger's advantage.
When I went to check out the spot tonight.
He didn't have to go deep into the deep cold cave.
All you have to do is climb up to the top of the deer hunting platform and take a look.
…
The third is "many remains".
When walking in the wild.
It is common to see fresh animal remains.
It is common to see piles of old bones.
It is said that this is because there is a group of tombs of an ancient empire hidden beneath this land.
That empire was not Talen, nor was it Ether.
In the study of the Truth Society.
It was a country full of blank spaces.
Some say that country is related to "curse".
Anyone who attempts to enter the tomb complex will be cursed for eternity.
Some people also say this is nonsense.
In both statements.
Roger prefers the former.
The reason was that he had sensed the breath of curse at a collapsed underground palace entrance on the side of the road and on a zombie thinking about life nearby.
all in all.
In the Southern Cemetery, being underground means absolute danger.
Roger will not act rashly until he finds a good brother who can provide resistance to the curse.
…
The fourth is "the speed of biological reproduction and growth is extremely fast."
In such a harsh environment.
The land still supports a sizable human population and an even larger number of wild creatures.
The secret lies in this abnormal natural law.
It's not just the crops on the farm that mature quickly.
Including humans.
The reproduction and growth rates of all animals here are many times faster than normal.
Herds of elk sometimes pass by on the Gray Deer Plain.
The places you have passed through.
All the grass roots were eaten up.
But it won’t take half a month.
Wherever a herd of elk sweeps through, new grass will grow.
There are also deer hunters who try to catch the entire herd of elk in one fell swoop.
In less than three months.
You can see deer playing on the deer hunting platform.
…
all in all.
This is a land where curse and blessing come together in one.
The food chain here is a self-contained system with a unique ecology and strong exclusivity.
The people here are also very xenophobic -
Near Union Farm.
Roger tried to interact with people several times, but was always turned away indifferently.
Later from the farm he saved.
Roger heard about this phenomenon:
All those who were willing to leave lived near Fall Creek Fort, always waiting for the opportunity to go south.
The remaining people.
They all have a deep affection for this land.
Xenophobia is only the outward manifestation of this feeling.
…
He quickly reviewed the ecological conditions of the southern cemetery in his mind.
Roger came to a high point on the "Deer Hunting Terrace".
There is a watchtower here built by deer hunters.
Because of the Withered Cult.
This place has been deserted for a long time.
It just happened to be a bargain for Roger.
In the darkness.
He climbed to the top of the tower swiftly and looked into the distance.
Everything around him was clearly displayed before him.
There was nothing unusual near the Deep Cold Cave.
Northwest.
A group of "Insane Cultists" from the Withered Cult are chasing a herd of deer.
There were scattered bonfires on the southern river beach.
Roger frowned.
In his field of vision.
That area seemed to be magnified countless times.
One by one, adventurers in armor appeared before him!
…
"Hint: You have discovered the camp of the New Spring Church Crusade Group."
…
"What the hell?"
"New Spring Church? Is it the church that recruits people on the streets?"
Realizing that something had changed, Roger jumped directly from the watchtower.
Ride the wind!
…
After 1 hour.
In the camp of the "New Year Church Expedition Team".
In the lively bonfire square.
Fresh venison was rolling on the barbecue grills.
The smell of bad ale filled the air.
The sound of finger-guessing games could be heard everywhere.
In a nearby tent.
The sound of a woman sobbing could be heard faintly.
The adventurers coming in and out laughed wildly.
Edge of the square.
A one-eyed man was talking in a low voice with a man dressed as a clergyman.
The big man's face was full of impatience.
But his tone was still negotiable:
"Father, you have to let them vent..."
"They are all mercenaries... Yes, yes, I know they are in the name of the New Spring Church... God of Breeding is above..."
"What? The God of Farming and Raising Children? That's too damn complicated! Besides, what's wrong with being the God of Raising Children? Okay, okay, okay... Anyway, the real God is above."
He chose his words carefully:
“Your notice was too sudden.
I know that the New Spring Church has long been dissatisfied with the Withered Church.
But you just asked me to recruit a week ago.
It's already quite good that I can attract so many people.
The official battle will begin at the evening of the day after tomorrow at the latest.
My experience is that simply providing food and wine is not enough.
Only in this way will they be willing to work for you, otherwise why would they become mercenaries?
Wouldn't it be nice to be a farmer on a farm ?
I’ll pay for it…”
The one-eyed man's voice was suppressed.
Because at this time.
A middle-aged man dressed in ranger clothing walked past them.
The middle-aged man didn't seem to notice the content of the conversation between the two.
After strolling past.
He walked to an empty barbecue grill, grabbed some fresh venison nearby and started grilling it.
"Let's go over there and talk."
The one-eyed man dragged the priest into the darkness.
I glanced at their departing backs.
Roger continued to roast the venison calmly.
This is the way I have come.
He roughly found out one thing:
A week ago.
The New Spring Church, which is quite powerful in the United Farm, suddenly began to recruit mercenaries on a large scale.
They successfully formed a punitive team.
There is only one goal.
That is the deep cold cave on the Deer Hunting Platform!
Before tonight.
They have hunted down a group of Blight Cultists, numbering around 80.
This made Roger feel distressed.
at the same time.
This extremely coincidental timing also made him suspicious.
He infiltrated the camp.
Prepare to find out more information.
"But it seems inconvenient to get to the tent area..."
Roger hesitated for a moment.
The result happened before he could think it through.
Two women dressed as mercenaries, one big and one small, suddenly approached.
Among them was a sexy woman with big breasts and a fat buttocks.
She stood on the other side of the barbecue grill as if no one was around.
He pulled out a sharp dagger from the belt on his thigh.
"Can you treat us to a barbecue?"
She gave Roger a charming smile.
Roger's expression was very calm. He neither nodded nor refused, as if he was distracted.
The blade of the dagger slid lightly across the tumbling venison.
The aroma of barbecue continued to waft.
Vaguely.
A cold light flashed.
However, at this moment.
A sharp voice sounded next to the barbecue grill:
"Sister! I need to pee!"
The voice was extremely loud.
Almost everyone in the square heard it.
The cold light disappeared.
There was loud laughter all around.
A few drunken mercenaries stumbled over, muttering some vulgar words.
The sexy woman looked at the girl with a slightly cold expression:
"How much do you want it?"
"I really want to!"
The girl almost tore her throat and said hoarsely:
"I miss you so much!"
"I want it now!"
The sexy woman's expression suddenly changed.
She bit her lip and looked at Roger with a smile:
"Excuse me."
After saying that.
She put away the dagger, took the girl's hand and walked out of the camp.
Some malicious glances swept over.
Several groups chose to take action.
And more people chose to wait and see calmly.
…
In the darkness outside the camp.
A voice that no one else could hear rang out:
"Sisko."
"I saved your life again."
…
Next to the barbecue grill.
Roger, who had been indifferent, suddenly smiled.
The next moment.
He stood up and left the grill.
Followed those malicious mercenaries out.
…