Curse

That night, Roger went on a killing spree.

He moved through the tents like the Grim Reaper, quietly taking the lives of one monster after another.

It lasted until dawn.

Only then did he reluctantly leave.

This was the first time he wished a night could have 72 hours, so he could deliver more of the sinful Gray Dwarfs to the afterlife.

The next day.

The Gray Dwarf camp was in an uproar.

First, the guards belatedly discovered a large number of corpses, causing intense panic among the Gray Dwarfs.

By the afternoon.

The super-dose of laxatives began to take effect.

Every Gray Dwarf camp was filled with an unspeakable odor.

The cunning Roger did not go back to sleep.

He prepared several masks for himself, stuffed his nostrils with cotton, and quietly waited outside a Gray Dwarf camp.

Time passed, minute by minute.

The Gray Dwarf camp became more and more chaotic.

Finally, some people couldn't help but rush out to relieve themselves in the reeds outside.

Roger, who had been waiting patiently, naturally wouldn't miss these Monsters who delivered themselves to his doorstep.

Ladder Cloud Steps was launched gracefully.

The Qing Fu Sword moved like a swimming dragon, easily taking the lives of one Gray Dwarf after another.

Under the effect of the powerful laxatives.

The Tenacity of these Gray Dwarfs had dropped significantly, making Roger's operations even easier.

He spent the entire day wandering outside the six Gray Dwarf camps.

In the reeds.

Among the bushes.

Down the grassy slopes.

Wherever there were signs of Gray Dwarfs relieving themselves, there was the flash of the Qing Fu Sword.

When Roger returned home in the evening and took off his mask, he felt like the Qing Fu Sword had become a smelly sword.

At night.

He washed the Qing Fu Sword dozens of times with water from the pool at the bottom of the cave.

The smell still seemed to linger.

Roger did not continue his attacks that night.

On the one hand, his energy and stamina had reached their limit, and he needed to rest well to maintain his combat effectiveness.

On the other hand.

Roger estimated that the Gray Dwarf Chieftain should have reacted by now, given his reaction speed.

Rushing into the Gray Dwarf camp rashly tonight.

He might be caught in a trap.

Solo camp raids were only really effective the first time.

So, that night.

Amidst the panic of countless Gray Dwarves.

Roger instead had a good night's sleep.

At daybreak, he yawned and ran outside to take a look.

There was no trace of the Gray Dwarves on Yellowstone Island, only an empty camp and some filth left behind.

Having experienced the double torment of Dragon Breath and laxatives.

The Gray Dwarves finally retreated.

In the days that followed, Roger began a long hunting trip in the swamp.

The Gray Dwarves had only temporarily withdrawn from Yellowstone Island.

In fact, they had not given up their ambition for Dragon Tooth Village.

And so.

In the swamp near Yellowstone Island, outposts sprang up rapidly like mushrooms after rain.

No one knew where these Gray Dwarves had transported so many materials from, but they actually used dense walls to completely seal off Yellowstone Island.

Fortunately, Roger had Ladder Cloud Steps, and these floating walls couldn't stop him.

He sometimes went on a killing spree inside the walls, and sometimes he stirred up trouble outside the walls.

Making the Gray Dwarves miserable.

In the blink of an eye, many days had passed.

Seven months later. Near the walls.

On a floating haystack, a Gray Dwarf was running for his life in a panic.

Unfortunately, in front of Ladder Cloud Steps, his speed was not enough to watch.

Whoosh! A flash of sword light passed by, accompanied by Roger's dashing take-off, the tip of the Qing Fu Sword gently flicked, and then opened the Gray Dwarf's Neck Guard.

Then a sword killed him.

The Gray Dwarf's body twitched violently, and after a long time, he fell on the haystack with his eyes wide open.

Roger bent down and quickly packed up the spoils.

A dozen breaths later.

Continuous warnings came from the vision of Qi Divination Technique, and there was a noise not far away—

A large number of Gray Dwarf soldiers were approaching!

Roger no longer hesitated and jumped.

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the swamp mist.

The Gray Dwarf troops, still late, could only watch his back and rage in vain.

You have killed 1 Swamp Gray Dwarf, and the cumulative number of Swamp Gray Dwarves killed is 8409. Your milestone - Race Butcher has refreshed a new record.
You have gained 2 XP
Your 'Tenacity' has been slightly improved

"I'm a little closer to becoming stronger."

The progress bar of the Sin Mark is close to 90%, which means that the 'Tenacious Physique', which has been strengthened many times, will soon usher in a real transformation.

Looking at the prompts in the data bar.

Roger felt an unspeakable sense of satisfaction in his heart.

He liked this kind of down-to-earth feeling of progress.

Just like hunting frogs on Cloud Terrace Mountain back then, his Tenacity was earned one Gray Dwarf at a time.

No one could steal this achievement.

For more than half a year, he had been fighting wits and courage with the Gray Dwarfs in the swamp.

To hunt the Gray Dwarfs, he had tried almost every means.

And the Gray Dwarf Chieftain, who had never shown his face, had also tried many ways to counter Roger.

The "Neck Guard" on the neck of the Gray Dwarf who had just died was a great invention.

This forced Roger to remove these "Neck Guards" before killing them, which greatly affected his efficiency.

In addition, the other party had designed several traps, trying to lure Roger into them.

Unfortunately, Roger had always maintained a cautious mindset.

The Gray Dwarf Chieftain's plan not only failed, but Roger used his own tricks against him several times. The result was naturally a loss of both the lady and the army.

On the other hand.

The Gray Dwarfs had also launched some attacks on Dragon Tooth Village.

These attacks had yielded some gains, more or less.

Especially on the night two days ago.

They successfully injured the Emerald Young Dragon with a newly modified Ballista!

If Cindy hadn't suddenly stood up and cast a 3rd-circle spell, Dragon Tooth Village might have been breached.

That night.

Although the Gray Dwarfs were repelled, the spell had greatly drained Cindy.

When Roger saw her again, she was already in bed.

At that time, Cindy told him that Dragon Tooth Village had decided to migrate.

This was not a hasty decision.

Faced with the Gray Dwarfs' day and night attacks, they really couldn't hold on.

The Emerald Young Dragon's injury was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

They decided to move the entire village to the east of the swamp.

Cindy invited Roger to join them on the road.

But Roger politely refused.

He knew his goal very well.

He wouldn't go anywhere until he had hunted enough Gray Dwarfs.

The departure of Dragon Tooth Village was definitely bad news for Roger.

Although he didn't know what method they would use to migrate.

But since Cindy dared to say it so frankly, it was probably a wonderful method that could not be stopped.

After all, it was a village blessed by a True Dragon, so it was not surprising to have some background.

Once the Emerald Young Dragon disappeared, Roger would become the Gray Dwarfs' number one target.

His pressure at that time could be imagined.

So in recent days, Roger had increased the intensity of his hunting, and the number of Gray Dwarfs hunted for three consecutive days had exceeded 300! This aroused a fierce counterattack from the Gray Dwarfs.

Now the area near Yellowstone Island had become very unsafe.

The Gray Dwarf soldiers were searching every piece of grass and puddle.

Roger's living space was shrinking little by little.

Even worse.

This morning, he suddenly discovered a pitch-black eye on the back of his left hand! The Qi Divination Technique showed that this was a terrifying curse!

Bloodline Curse: Your various bodily functions are failing. Every 72 hours, you will be subjected to an instant death judgment.