Underground City

This was an extremely powerful curse!

Let alone what continuously weakening bodily functions meant.

The Instant Death Judgment occurring once every 72 hours alone was enough to make people turn pale at the mere mention of it.

Although the conditions for the Instant Death Judgment were very harsh.

What if? What if an extremely low-probability event occurred, then Roger's life would end right here!

Therefore, the very moment he discovered the curse, Roger dropped all the matters at hand and attached great importance to it.

He began to reflect on the origin of the curse.

As everyone knew, a medium was required to cast a curse.

Roger had been hunting Gray Dwarfs lately, and had never touched anything else suspicious.

Then the medium for the curse could only be those Gray Dwarfs he had killed!

Is it because I killed too many Gray Dwarfs, thus forming a medium in some sense?

Roger vaguely deduced the truth.

And when he tried to concentrate his attention on the pitch-black eye on the back of his hand, a bizarre scene loomed vaguely in his mind: raging flames burned the flesh of one painful Gray Dwarf after another; a Gray Dwarf with unusually long beard was raising both hands high and kneeling on the ground, suddenly jumping up to dance an unknown dance; the dance movements were bizarre, resembling a reptile;

He muttered some fragmented phrases in his mouth, some in Gray Dwarf, some in Underground Common Tongue, and unexpectedly even Human Common Tongue.

In the Human Common Tongue that Roger could barely understand, "Daddy" and "Mommy" were repeatedly mentioned.

Finally.

That row of Gray Dwarfs was burned to death alive.

The dancing Gray Dwarf used a huge black brush, stained with their ashes, and grandly drew a huge symbol on the ground.

That symbol looked precisely like the black pupil on the back of Roger's hand.

The so-called "Bloodline Curse" is a curse that can only be cast by sacrificing one's parents or even all blood relatives?

Seeing this scene, Roger felt somewhat numb.

These Gray Dwarfs were too ruthless! To kill him, he took his father and mother to sacrifice to heaven first? Could he be that leader who has been playing a battle of wits and courage with me in secret all along?

Roger felt slightly tricky.

The tricky point did not lie in the curse itself.

In fact, for him, wanting to lift this curse was not very difficult.

Just leveling up by 10 levels in one go would do it.

For every 10 Job Levels increased, the Hidden Hero template would purify all negative effects.

Including this seemingly invincible Bloodline Curse.

Yet unless it was an absolute last resort, Roger would not easily squander his experience points!

And the other way to solve the Bloodline Curse was to kill the caster in the image.

Ever since this pitch-black eye appeared on the back of his hand, he could faintly sense the direction of the caster.

Only the other party was not in the swamp.

Rather, inside that crisscrossing underground city!

The part Roger found tricky lay right here.

For the past half year, he had long discovered the entrance to the underground city, yet had stubbornly refused to enter.

The reason was also very simple.

In the swamp, with the cover of reed beds and fog, it was a pipe dream for the Gray Dwarfs to want to catch Roger, who had Ladder Cloud Steps protecting him.

However, once inside the underground city, it would be different.

That was the territory of the Gray Dwarfs.

Therefore, despite craving the martial arts ruins that might exist, he still restrained the desire to explore the underground city.

Originally in his plan, he wanted to wipe out the Gray Dwarfs in the swamp first before talking.

Yet the emergence of the Bloodline Curse directly shattered this possibility.

He had to make a choice.

Weighing it against the alternatives, he chose to storm the underground city.

Not storming it meant that 9 levels of experience must definitely be handed over.

Storming it at least still left the possibility of retaining a portion.

As for whether he could withdraw unscathed.

Roger still had confidence in this aspect.

After making up his mind to enter the underground city.

Roger prepared adventure supplies and equipment at the fastest speed.

To confuse the Gray Dwarfs.

He even specially ran near the fence to kill a few monsters before setting off.

Afterward, he swiftly changed his route of travel and ran in one breath to the underground city entrance deep in the swamp.

Prying open the clandestine entrance covered by reed beds.

Roger took a deep breath, lowered his body, and squeezed inside.

The tunnel was narrow and humid.

There was an unspeakable stuffy heat.

Unlike the underground city Roger imagined, the underground passage of the swamp also misted with thick water vapor.

Lending Dim Light Vision, he saw many unknown plants growing wildly in the corners.

Among them, a large portion was various types of moss.

Water droplets would ooze from overhead from time to time, dripping one by one onto the brim of Roger's hat, giving people the illusion of walking inside a water-curtain cave.

Walking obliquely downward for six or seven kilometers like this, the road ahead suddenly became spacious.

The humidity was also gradually decreasing.

Following the perception of the curse, Roger proceeded further, filled with vigilance.

When passing through a Stalagmite Forest.

He bumped head-on into a not-so-fierce fight.

That was an adventurer wearing a thick cloak.

His opponent was precisely a group of patrolling Swamp Gray Dwarfs.

The adventurer's movements were very sharp, and he killed that group of Swamp Gray Dwarfs cleanly in a flash.

Roger noticed.

He used a scimitar, and his whole body was wrapped inside the cloak without an inch of skin exposed.

His hood should have been enchanted, so Roger could not see his countenance clearly.

"Hmm?"

After killing the Gray Dwarfs, that adventurer also noticed Roger.

Before Roger could speak, that person said coldly: "Not a Gray Dwarf? Consider yourself lucky."

"But you must listen well, no matter what kind of person you are, just as long as you don't hinder me from killing Gray Dwarfs."

"If you want to stop me, I will definitely not show mercy."

His voice was very strange, sounding particularly hoarse, mostly the effect of deliberate pretense.

"I came to kill Gray Dwarfs."

Roger stared fixedly at the other party.

Right at this moment, a slight stir arose in his heart.

Immediately following, the back of his left hand continuously grew hot.

The two stared at each other for some ten seconds.

At the end, Roger tentatively asked:

"You're also cursed?"

In that burst of stir just now, he distinctly felt that the other party had the traces of the Bloodline Curse on them just like himself!

That person fell silent for a while, and gently nodded.

Roger just wanted to continue saying something.

That person suddenly burst into motion.

The scimitar in hand was like lightning, slicing toward Roger's neck with exceptional sharpness!

Roger calmly dodged his scimitar, and the Qing Fu Sword stabbed back in a reverse-hand thrust.

The opponent's combat skills were extremely agile, and the body's flexibility was also startlingly good.

Facing the direct thrust of the Qing Fu Sword, his upper body leaned back to the side, dodging this sword at a very exaggerated angle.

While his body still maintained exceptional balance.

Yet what he did not expect was that this sword of Roger's was not aimed at his face at all.

In the flash of lightning and spark of stone.

The tip of the Qing Fu Sword turned slightly and gave a gentle upward flick.

The adventurer's hood drawstring was snapped, quietly falling to the ground under the effect of gravity.

Roger saw his countenance clearly.

On skin like the color of the night.

Exquisite facial features and an expression of shame and anger were dotted.

Hidden beneath this hood was unexpectedly a genuine Drow!

Still a girl.

The Drow girl grabbed the hood on the ground and put it back on.

She lowered her weapon.

That pair of pearl-like large eyes stared at Roger for a long time before saying flatly:

"As companions, you qualify."

Roger raised his eyebrows and said nothing.