That night, Roger went on a killing spree.
He moved between the tents like the Grim Reaper, silently claiming the lives of one monster after another.
Until dawn.
Only then did he leave, reluctant to go.
It was the first time he had wished a night could last seventy-two hours, so he could send more sinful Gray Dwarves to their graves.
The next day.
The Gray Dwarf camp was thrown into chaos, just as expected.
First, the guards belatedly discovered the large number of corpses, triggering intense panic among the Gray Dwarves.
By afternoon.
The excessive laxatives began to show their power.
An indescribable stench permeated every Gray Dwarf camp.
The wily Roger did not go back to sleep.
He prepared several masks, stuffed cotton into his nostrils, and quietly waited outside a Gray Dwarf camp.
Time passed second by second.
The Gray Dwarf camp grew increasingly chaotic.
At last, someone could not hold it in any longer and rushed out into the reeds to relieve himself.
Roger, who had been waiting patiently for this moment, naturally would not let these monsters come to him in vain.
Ladder Cloud Steps activated leisurely.
The Qing Fu Sword moved like a swimming dragon, effortlessly claiming the lives of one Gray Dwarf after another.
Under the effects of the powerful laxatives.
The Gray Dwarves' toughness had dropped dramatically, making things much easier for Roger.
He spent the entire day moving around the outskirts of the six Gray Dwarf camps.
The reeds.
Between the bushes.
Beneath the grassy slopes.
Wherever there were signs of a Gray Dwarf relieving himself, the flash of the Qing Fu Sword would appear.
By evening.
When Roger returned home and removed his mask, he felt as if the Qing Fu Sword had become a foul-smelling sword.
That night.
He washed the Qing Fu Sword dozens of times with water from the pool at the bottom of the cave.
Yet the smell seemed impossible to get rid of.
That night, Roger did not continue his attacks.
On one hand, his energy and stamina had reached their limits. He needed proper rest to maintain his combat ability.
On the other hand.
Roger estimated that, given the Gray Dwarf Chieftain's reaction speed, he should have made preparations by now.
If Roger rashly charged into the Gray Dwarf camp again that night.
He might end up being the turtle in the jar.
A solo raid on a camp only worked especially well the first time.
Thus, that night.
Amid the panic of countless Gray Dwarves.
Roger instead enjoyed a wonderful night's sleep.
At dawn, he yawned and went outside to take a look.
There was no sign of the Gray Dwarves left on Yellowstone Island. Only the empty camps and some filthy remnants remained.
After suffering the combined torment of dragon breath and laxatives.
The Gray Dwarves had finally retreated.
Over the following days, Roger began a long hunting journey through the swamp.
The Gray Dwarves had only temporarily withdrawn from Yellowstone Island.
In truth, they had not abandoned their ambitions toward Dragon Tooth Village.
Thus.
Watchtowers sprang up around the swamps near Yellowstone Island like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.
Roger had no idea where the Gray Dwarves had transported so many materials from. They had actually sealed off Yellowstone Island with wall after wall, packed tightly together.
Fortunately, Roger had Ladder Cloud Steps. These floating walls could not stop him.
Sometimes he slaughtered his way through the walls, and sometimes he ran outside them to stir up trouble.
The Gray Dwarves suffered terribly because of him.
Before he knew it, many days had passed.
Seven months later. Near the walls.
On a floating haystack, a Gray Dwarf was fleeing in panic.
Unfortunately, before Ladder Cloud Steps, his speed was nothing to look at.
Whoosh! A glint of sword light flashed. As Roger soared elegantly into the air, the tip of the Qing Fu Sword lightly flicked aside the Gray Dwarf's Neck Guard.
Then he stabbed him to death.
The Gray Dwarf's body convulsed violently. Only after a long while did he fall onto the haystack, eyes wide open.
Roger bent down and quickly gathered the spoils.
After a dozen or so breaths.
A continuous stream of warnings came from the field of vision granted by Qi Divination Technique, while a commotion arose in the distance—
A large force of Gray Dwarf soldiers was approaching!
Roger did not hesitate any longer and leaped into the air.
Between the rise and fall of a rabbit and a falcon, he vanished into the swamp mist.
The Gray Dwarf troops, still arriving late as usual, could only rage helplessly at his back.
"You killed 1 Swamp Gray Dwarf. Total Swamp Gray Dwarves killed: 8,409. Your milestone—Race Butcher—has set a new record."
"You gained 2 XP."
"Your 'Toughness' has increased slightly."
"I'm a tiny bit closer to becoming a little stronger."
The progress bar for the Sin Mark was already nearly ninety percent complete. This meant that Tenacious Physique, which had undergone multiple enhancements, would soon experience a true transformation.
Looking at the notification in the data panel.
Roger felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
He loved this feeling of making steady progress.
Just like when he had hunted frogs on Cloud Terrace Mountain, every point of his toughness had been hacked out of one Gray Dwarf after another.
No one could take that achievement away from him.
For more than half a year, he had been matching wits and courage with the Gray Dwarves in the swamps.
To hunt the Gray Dwarves, he had tried almost every method.
The Gray Dwarf Chieftain, who had never shown himself, had also tried many methods to counter Roger.
The Neck Guard on the neck of the Gray Dwarf who had just died was one of his great inventions.
It forced Roger to remove the Neck Guards before killing them, greatly reducing his efficiency.
Besides that, the other side had also laid several traps, trying to lure Roger into them.
Unfortunately, Roger had always remained cautious.
The Gray Dwarf Chieftain's schemes not only failed, but were also turned against him by Roger several times. Naturally, he ended up losing both the lady and the soldiers.
On another front.
The Gray Dwarves had also launched several attacks on Dragon Tooth Village.
These attacks had yielded more or less some results.
Especially the one two nights ago.
They had used a newly modified ballista to successfully injure the Emerald Young Dragon!
If Cindy had not suddenly stepped forward and cast a third-circle spell, Dragon Tooth Village might well have been breached.
That night.
Although the Gray Dwarves had been driven back, the spell had also drained Cindy severely.
When Roger saw her again, she was already in bed.
At the time, Cindy told him that Dragon Tooth Village had decided to migrate.
This was not a hasty decision.
Facing the Gray Dwarves' attacks day and night, they truly could not hold out any longer.
The Emerald Young Dragon's injury had been the final straw.
They had decided to move their entire tribe eastward into the swamp.
Cindy invited Roger to travel with them.
But Roger politely declined.
He knew his goal very clearly.
Until he had hunted enough Gray Dwarves, he would not go anywhere.
Dragon Tooth Village's departure was certainly bad news for Roger.
Although he did not know how they intended to migrate.
The fact that Cindy had dared to announce it so openly meant that they probably possessed some wondrous method that could not be stopped.
After all, it was a village blessed by a true dragon. It was only natural for it to have some hidden foundations.
And once the Emerald Young Dragon disappeared, Roger would become the Gray Dwarves' primary target.
The pressure he would face was obvious.
Therefore, over the past few days, Roger had intensified his hunting. For three consecutive days, he had hunted more than 300 Gray Dwarves each day! This had provoked a fierce counterattack from the Gray Dwarves.
By now, the area around Yellowstone Island had become extremely dangerous.
The Gray Dwarf soldiers were practically searching every blade of grass and puddle dry.
Roger's room to survive was shrinking bit by bit.
What was worse.
This morning, he suddenly discovered a pitch-black eye on the back of his left hand! Qi Divination Technique showed that it was an extremely terrifying curse!
"Bloodline Curse: All your bodily functions are failing. Every 72 hours, you will undergo an Instant Death Judgment."
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