"I Need to Pee!"

In response to the girl's question.

The sexy woman casually touched her chest.

Her voice was husky and captivating. "It's just what life forces us to do."

To achieve a goal, you always have to pay a price.

Otherwise, where do you think my 100% assassination success rate came from? Also, Stephanie.

I've said it so many times.

When we're on a mission, you have to call me "older sister."

Stephanie said "Oh".

He then asked, "But this only works on men, right?"

"I'm curious how you deal with women."

The sexy woman glanced at her. "It's simple. I don't take jobs where the target is a woman."

The little girl exclaimed in sudden realization, "That must be the secret to a 100% success rate!"

The sexy woman chuckled, "You self-important little girl."

"I was just kidding. I take any kind of order."

"Speaking of women..."

"Have you forgotten where your eyes looked when you first saw me?"

The little girl frowned deeply, looking thoughtful.

After a while.

She looked down at herself and suddenly sighed:

"You're right."

She immediately raised her head defiantly. "But if it weren't for me last time, you would have been finished."

"You deserve at least half the credit for earning the title of ' Godslayer.'"

The sexy woman nodded happily:

"Seventy percent, I guess. Be confident, Stephanie."

"Your abilities are crucial."

In response to Cisco's praise.

The little girl became a little embarrassed.

She lowered her head and said:

"That won't work either; your assassination is equally crucial."

"Let's split the credit fifty-fifty..."

After a while.

She looked up seriously and said, "I just did a careful calculation, and I think it's more important for me. I think a 60/40 split of credit is a more appropriate result."

The sexy woman shrugged helplessly.

A farm appeared ahead of the road.

Stephanie suddenly grabbed Cisco's sleeve. "Cisco."

I need to pee!

Cisco's expression immediately turned serious.

How much do you want to?

Stephanie's expression was very strange, as if she was sensing something.

After a while.

She managed to squeeze out, "Just a little bit."

Cisco frowned. "This doesn't make sense... We should still be some distance from the target."

Stephanie crossed her legs, her expression slowly relaxing. "It's fine now."

"But I have a bad feeling."

Cisco grunted in response.

The girl said seriously, "Your 100% success rate might be gone."

The sexy woman's expression remained unchanged.

His voice was a little hoarse. "Let's go."

evening.

Roger slowly stood up after finishing a divination.

This divination was severely disrupted.

He only saw the silhouettes of two women, one large and one small.

They appeared on the eastern border of the Southern Tomb Wilderness.

Nothing else was obtained.

It seems that this "God Slayer Cisco" is indeed different from other Extraordinary Assassin.

But Roger wasn't too worried.

Many of his abilities are actually quite effective against elite wanderers.

However, this was before Cisco appeared.

Roger even fantasized that the Assassin Alliance was like the kind of charitable organization that appeared in some online novels from his previous life, where if one cannon fodder died, a bunch of cannon fodder would be sent out.

This way he can farm a lot of Rogue's Domain specializations.

It's a pity.

He just took down two old bastards.

The enemy actually sent out a "Godslayer"! This greatly disappointed Roger.

He got up and tidied up for a while.

He then left the camp alone.

Cisco's arrival did not disrupt Roger's hunting rhythm.

Tonight.

He was preparing to conduct one last reconnaissance of the Wither Cult's headquarters.

Under the moonlight.

Roger traveled south along the Autumn Creek Corridor.

The Ladder Cloud Steps Full Firepower.

And in this process.

The elevation of the ground beneath his feet began to rise slowly.

"Hint: You have entered Gray Deer Plain"

Before a three-way intersection.

Roger, familiar with the area, chose a small path that led southwest.

Road signs.

This road leads to the "Deer Hunting Platform".

The Wither Cult's headquarters, "Deep Cold Cave," is located there.

The other two paths lead to Stranglethorn Vale and United Farm, respectively.

These are all familiar place names in the Southern Tomb Wilderness.

During his previous reconnaissance trip, Roger visited United Farm once.

As for Stranglethorn Vale.

It's too far, I haven't had a chance to visit yet.

And we've been in the Southern Tomb Wilderness for so long.

Roger gradually grasped the characteristics of this area.

First of all, it is "large-scale".

The area encompassed by the Southern Tomb Wilderness is larger than the combined area of the north and south banks of the Serra River!

A single "Gray Deer Plain" is the size of two or three "Great Wetland".

Not to mention the other areas surrounding Gray Deer Plain.

Fortunately, the Deep Cold Cave is located in the northwest corner of the Deer Hunting Platform.

It's not far from the Underground Camp.

Otherwise Roger would have had to change the location of his camp.

Secondly, there is "dense fog".

It is different from the water mist in the marshland.

The fog in the Southern Tomb Wilderness seemed like a continuation of some kind of war fog.

It is said that the denser the fog, the better.

Hidden within are even more terrifying monsters.

Fortunately, this fog does not obstruct True Sight.

This amplified Roger's advantage.

When I went to scout out the location tonight...

He didn't need to venture into the Deep Cold Cave.

All you need to do is climb up to the top of the Deer Hunting Platform and get a look around.

Thirdly, there are "many remains".

When hiking in the wild.

Seeing fresh animal remains is commonplace.

You can often see large piles of bones that have been there for years.

It is said that this is because beneath this land lies a mausoleum complex of an ancient empire.

That empire was neither Taren nor Ether.

In the research of the Truth Society.

That was a country filled with blank spaces.

Some say that the country is associated with a "curse".

Anyone who attempts to enter that mausoleum complex will be cursed with eternal damnation.

Some people say this is nonsense.

In both of these statements.

Roger preferred the former.

The reason was that he had sensed the aura of a curse on the entrance to a collapsed underground palace by the roadside and on a zombie contemplating life nearby.

all in all.

In the Southern Tomb Wilderness, the underground means absolute danger.

Roger wouldn't act rashly until he found a good brother who could provide Curse Resistance.

Fourthly, "The rate of biological reproduction and growth is extremely fast."

In such a harsh environment.

This land still supports a sizable population and an even greater number of wild animals.

The secret lies in this abnormal natural law.

It's not just that the crops on the farm mature quickly.

Including humans.

The reproduction and growth rate of all animals here is many times faster than under normal circumstances.

Herds of elk occasionally dart across the Gray Deer Plain.

The places they passed through.

The grass roots were all Clean Sweep.

But it won't take more than half a month.

New grass will grow on the land swept by the deer herd.

Some deer hunters have also tried to wipe out the entire deer herd.

In less than three months.

From the Deer Hunting Platform, you can see deer frolicking.

all in all.

This is a land where curses and blessings are intertwined.

The food chain here is self-contained, the ecology is unique, and it has a strong sense of exclusivity.

The people here are also very xenophobic.

Near the United Farm.

Roger tried to interact with people several times, but was always coldly driven away.

Later, from the farm he had saved.

Roger learned that all those who were willing to leave were living near Autumn Creek Fortress, waiting for an opportunity to head south.

The remaining people.

They all have a deep affection for this land.

Xenophobia is merely an outward expression of this emotion.

I quickly reviewed the ecological conditions of the Southern Tomb Wilderness in my mind.

Roger arrived at a high point on "Deer Hunting Platform".

There is a watchtower here built by deer hunters.

Because of the Wither Cult.

This place has been deserted for a long time.

Roger got off easy.

In the darkness.

He nimbly climbed to the top of the tower and gazed into the distance.

Everything around him was clearly displayed before him.

There was nothing unusual near the Deep Cold Cave.

Northwest.

A group of "Lost Heart Cultist of the Withered Cultist are chasing a herd of deer.

Bonfires twinkled on the southern riverbank.

Roger frowned.

In his field of vision.

That area seemed to have been magnified countless times.

One by one, Adventurers clad in armor appeared before him!...

"Hint: You have discovered the camp of the New Spring Church Expeditionary Force."

"What the hell?"

"New Spring Church? Is that the church that recruits people on the street?"

Realizing that things had changed, Roger jumped off the watchtower.

Ride the Wind!

One hour later.

In the camp of the "New Spring Church Expeditionary Force".

A lively bonfire square.

Fresh venison sizzles on the grills.

The smell of inferior beer permeated the air.

The sounds of finger-guessing games were incessant.

In a nearby tent.

The faint sound of a woman sobbing could be heard.

The Adventurers In and Out let out unrestrained laughter.

Edge of the square.

A one-eyed man is talking in hushed tones with a man dressed as Divine Duty.

The big man's face was full of impatience.

However, his tone was still somewhat reasonable. "Father, you have to let them vent..."

"They're all mercenaries... Yes, yes, I know, in the name of the New Spring Church ... By the God of Breeding ..."

"What? The God of Cultivation and Progeny? That's too damn complicated! Besides, what's wrong with the God of Breeding? Fine, fine... Anyway, God be above."

He carefully chose his words and said, "Your notification came too suddenly."

I know that the New Spring Church has long disliked the Wither Cult.

But you only asked me to recruit people a week ago.

It's already quite impressive that I was able to gather so many people.

The official battle will begin no later than the evening of the day after tomorrow.

In my experience, simply providing food and drink is not enough.

Only in this way will they be willing to risk their lives for you; otherwise, why would they become mercenaries?

Wouldn't it be nice to be a farmer on a farm? I'll pay you..."

The one-eyed man's voice was lowered.

Because at this time.

A middle-aged man dressed as a wandering knight walked past them.

The middle-aged man did not seem to notice the content of their conversation.

After strolling past.

He walked over to an empty barbecue grill, grabbed some fresh venison, and started grilling it.

"Let's go over there and talk."

The one-eyed giant dragged the priest into the darkness.

I glanced at their departing figures.

Roger continued roasting the venison without making a sound.

This is how we've come this far.

He roughly found out one thing: a week ago.

The New Spring Church, which had considerable influence at the United Farm, suddenly began recruiting mercenaries on a large scale.

They successfully formed the punitive expedition.

There is only one goal.

That is the Deep Cold Cave on the Deer Hunting Platform!

Before tonight.

They have already hunted down a group of Withered Cultist, numbering around 80.

This made Roger feel a pang of heartache.

at the same time.

This incredibly coincidental timing also aroused his suspicions.

He infiltrated the camp.

We're going to gather more intelligence.

"But it doesn't seem very convenient to get to the tent area..."

Roger hesitated for a moment.

Before he could even think it through...

Two women dressed as mercenaries, one tall and one short, suddenly approached.

One of them was a sexy woman with large breasts and a curvy bottom.

She stood on the other side of the barbecue grill, seemingly oblivious to everyone else.

He pulled a sharp dagger from the leather strap on his thigh.

"Can you buy us some grilled meat?"

She gave Roger a charming smile.

Roger's expression was calm; he neither nodded nor refused, as if he were lost in thought.

The dagger's blade glided lightly across the rolling venison.

The aroma of roasted meat wafted through the air.

Indistinctly.

A glint of cold light appeared.

However, at this very moment...

A sharp voice rang out beside the barbecue grill. "Sister! I need to pee!"

The voice was incredibly loud.

Almost everyone in the square heard it.

The cold light disappeared.

Loud laughter erupted from all around.

Several drunken mercenaries stumbled over, uttering vulgar and offensive 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 screamed herself hoarse, saying, "I really, really, really, really want to!"

I want it now!

The sexy woman's expression changed abruptly.

She bit her lip and smiled at Roger:

"Sorry to bother you."

That's all.

She sheathed her dagger, took the girl's hand, and walked out of the camp.

Some malicious glances swept over.

Several groups chose to take action.

Many others chose to remain calm and observe.

In the darkness outside the camp.

A voice that no one else could hear rang out:

"Cisco".

"I saved your life again."

Next to the barbecue grill.

Roger had remained unmoved until now, suddenly smiled.

The next moment.

He got up and left the grill.

He followed the few mercenaries with ill intentions outside.