Fire Aversion Pearl (Seeking Recommendation)

"Indeed, it's a unique item."

Roger felt that the White Raven's Crown was extraordinary the first time he saw it.

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed a rather rare and magical item.

Unique items are like forbidden items.

They both belong to the category that Qi Divination Technique cannot identify.

This prevented Roger from further obtaining accurate information about the White Raven's Crown.

But even a Gray Dwarf could wear and use it, so Roger naturally wasn't worried that this unique item would rot in his hands forever.

Quickly stowing away the White Raven's Crown, he continued to rummage through the Gray Dwarf Chieftain's corpse.

"Found it!"

Roger pulled hard, and the item was yanked from the Gray Dwarf Chieftain's neck.

By the blazing firelight at the mountainside, he could see that it was an amber-colored bead.

The bead was cool to the touch, and it didn't feel icy even after a long time.

Roger cast Qi Divination Technique with curiosity.

Master Qu Feng's Fire Aversion Pearl (Treasure): Allows the wearer to be immune to flames

"This Gray Dwarf Chieftain is too rich."

After reading the description, Roger couldn't help but click his tongue in wonder.

A unique item and a treasure, both priceless.

Compared to these two treasures, the Corpse Demon's collection was simply not worth mentioning.

He immediately put on the Fire Aversion Pearl.

This thing was a perfect match for the Suicide Ring.

He vividly remembered the scene of the Gray Dwarf Chieftain rushing out of the sea of fire just now—

Not only was he unscathed, but even his clothes were perfectly protected, which showed the Fire Aversion Pearl's mystery.

"Could there be a martial arts master's tomb near the marsh?"

"Or perhaps the ruins of a martial arts sect?"

He couldn't help but think.

After searching again and confirming that there was nothing left of value on the Gray Dwarf Chieftain,

Roger leisurely got up and turned his gaze back to the battlefield below the mountain.

The ballista on the eastern slope had also been destroyed.

Roger saw a familiar figure—

Rachel, riding Misha, was leading a team of Flying Dragon Beasts to drive away the remaining Gray Dwarves on the mountain.

Cindy appeared at the highest point of the tower.

She was surrounded by emerald-like light, and he didn't know what kind of magic effect it was.

Eric and others were also clearing the remaining monsters near the main gate.

And that emerald young dragon was arrogantly soaring back and forth over the enemy formation.

From time to time, it would swoop down, grab a few Gray Dwarves, fly high, and then slam them down!

Without the cover of the ballista, the Gray Dwarves' defeat was only a matter of time.

Seeing this scene, Roger could no longer remain calm.

If not now, when would I rush forward to pick up the kills?

Night deepened.

The Gray Dwarf formation gradually collapsed.

With the signal to retreat, a large number of Gray Dwarves fled in a panic, not caring which way they went.

And those Gray Dwarves who were severely injured by the Dragon Breath and lost their ability to move were ruthlessly abandoned by their companions.

Outside the main entrance of the village.

Many Gray Dwarf remnants were lying on the ground, wailing.

The villagers, who had survived the disaster, stood on the towers, watching the situation outside with surprise and uncertainty.

The Emerald Wyrm had long since disappeared.

But a ghostly shadow, like the Grim Reaper, was skillfully leaping left and right on the battlefield.

He held a thin sword in his hand.

Facing the Gray Dwarves who had lost their ability to move, he struck with heavy blows, each sword sealing their throats.

Time passed by.

The wails at the village entrance went from heart-wrenching cries at the beginning to silence later on.

The crowd stared blankly at the brutal swordsman, and many felt that he looked familiar.

After a while.

A small door next to the main entrance slowly opened.

A woman of great charm walked out.

Shua!

Just then, Roger finished off the last of the Gray Dwarf remnants.

He sheathed his sword and turned around.

Cindy's tired face showed a faint smile: "You wouldn't have fallen in love with little Rachel, would you?"

"Just to be clear, she's mine."

Roger hefted the Qing Fu Sword, his eyes bright: "Do you have any poison?"

Cindy was visibly stunned.

She probably didn't expect Roger to bring up such a strange topic when they met again.

"Yes."

She thought for a moment, then nodded.

"Do you have any colorless, odorless poison with a very strong effect?"

Roger asked again.

Cindy frowned: "How could there be such a thing in this world?"

Roger bared his teeth with a hint of regret.

With the purification methods of this world, finding a colorless, odorless, and highly toxic substance was indeed a luxury.

"However, we have a laxative that is difficult to detect."

Cindy thought for a moment: "It's not a pure laxative, but in large doses, it can indeed have very strong adverse reactions."

"You want to...?"

Her mind was quick, and she had already realized Roger's intention.

"Give it to me."

Roger said decisively: "The more the better."

"Tonight is the best opportunity, and possibly the only one."

Cindy's eyes flickered for a moment.

Finally, she nodded almost imperceptibly.

Half an hour later, on the western side of Yellowstone Island.

Outside a heavily guarded camp, Roger's figure quietly appeared.

From within the camp, wails could be heard from time to time.

The Gray Dwarf guards at the gate were clearly distracted.

Despite being equipped with twice the usual number of guards, the defense was pitifully weak.

Roger seized the opportunity.

He stepped onto the sturdy fence in a few quick strides, and in the blink of an eye, he landed lightly in the camp.

This was one of the six camps built by the Gray Dwarves on Yellowstone Island.

Originally, there were at least 500 Gray Dwarves in this camp.

But after the battle tonight, most of the camps suffered heavy losses.

Most importantly.

Most of the Gray Dwarf guards faced the Emerald Dragon head-on as enemies, and endured several waves of Dragon Might.

Dragon Might is not something that ordinary people can withstand.

This mental shock would continuously affect them.

This resulted in their originally airtight defense becoming full of loopholes tonight.

That's why Roger said that today might be the only opportunity.

Now, he had successfully infiltrated the Gray Dwarf camp, with only one main purpose—

To add laxatives!

Although it was just a laxative, it would be enough to give these monsters a hard time.

The so-called hunting is to do everything possible to weaken the enemy and strengthen oneself.

Roger wasn't the kind of person who cared whether the means of killing the enemy were honorable.

If there was a potent poison that wouldn't be detected, he wouldn't mind sending all the Gray Dwarves to the west in one night.

In the darkness.

Roger moved lightly, looking around cautiously.

Before long, he circled around to the vicinity of the camp's kitchen.

The defense of the Gray Dwarf camp was typically tight on the outside and lax on the inside.

There were actually only a few Gray Dwarf cooks lying on the ground, snoring loudly, near the kitchen.

Seeing this, Roger simply walked over openly.

Just like he did in the previous two camps he visited.

He added a double dose of laxatives to the fresh water that the Gray Dwarves drank daily.

The stored food naturally couldn't be spared either.

"Hopefully, this stuff can reduce their Tenacity a bit."

Roger sincerely hoped.

If this laxative was as magical as Cindy said.

Then tomorrow and the day after, he would usher in the most enjoyable harvest season.

After finishing with the poison.

Roger left the kitchen, preparing to wander around the nearby tents to see if there were any isolated wounded soldiers.

As long as he wasn't discovered, reaping a wave of experience in advance was also an option.

He tiptoed closer to the tent area.

Suddenly, he heard a burst of intense argument.