Although Roger did not believe in the astrologer, he was still cautious in his actions and did not bother Shaman's prophecy from the bottom of his heart. In his opinion, it was very simple to crack Shaman's prophecy.

For example, if you give yourself a shot of poison you have prepared, then even if you are bitten by poisonous insects, the order will be different from her predictions, and her predictions will fail on their own.

Of course, Roger would not do this. What he has to think about now is the design of the new puppet. He can feel his shortcomings in the battle with Jessos and the headless knight. He looks at the bald boys very suitable for medium and short-distance attacks. He can fight close to each other and shoot cold arrows behind him, and can also shock the enemy with sharp laughter. But in fact, this is exactly the weakness of the bald boys. All abilities are available, but all abilities are average and not special.

Now Roger has made a re-adjustment. He plans to treat the bald boy as a puppet only for close combat, taking a light and flexible route, and the sword path is also a must-kill for one blow, because the bald boy is small in size and has a unique advantage in close combat.

In addition, he plans to re-made a puppet suitable for long-distance attacks. The new puppet will be larger, especially the bag used to hold hidden weapons must be made very large. When launching hidden weapons, there will be no intermittent things like crossbows on the right hand and vipers on the body, and the number will be limited. When launching hidden weapons, it must be like a storm and rain, and do not leave any opportunity for the opponent to take advantage of.

For the time being, he has designated the code name of the new puppet as "centipede".

To make this puppet, it requires a wood of a completely different material from the bald boy. The bald boy has a hard acceleration flow, while the "centipede" needs to be relatively soft, especially the capsules that fill the hidden weapon in the abdominal cavity require greater elasticity.

The shrubs here may be a good choice.

A misty breath spread in front of him. Roger poked out the golden knife and squatted down to cut off a piece of shrub. However, as soon as his hand was stretched out, he felt a pain and quickly retracted his hand.

"Shit...",

He retracted his hand and looked at the red centipede whose body suddenly stretched out at the root of the shrub. He looked down at his hand. Blood had flowed out of his fingers. Just now, the centipede suddenly rose up and bit his fingers hard.

"Has the astrologer said?"

Roger laughed at himself, and the astrologer's first prophecy was fulfilled so quickly, so the next thing was poisoning?

He looked up and saw that the bushes were quite dense. If they were poisoned, the only possibility was that the bushes themselves contained extremely poison.

But Roger has always been cautious in doing things. He does not believe that he will be stabbed and poisoned when cutting shrubs with his own ability. He opened the first layer of his suitcase and took out a thick leather glove and cut a piece of shrub with one piece. He pinched it through the gloves and pinched it with his hands and knew that its relatively soft texture was a little worse than he expected.

He put the bush in his trunk and smiled, poisoning? It was obviously impossible. However, just as he stood up, a pungent smell came to his nose. He instinctively covered his nose, but it was too late, and he was already dizzy.

"How can silk be...?"

This time Roger was really shocked. He raised his head in surprise and looked at the waves of biogas floating in front of the bushes. When he asked about this breath, he knew that he had been hit by Shaman's prophecy again.

He still couldn't defend himself. This was a bush. He had never thought that there would be biogas here. He just looked back and thought about it and felt it was natural. This was a swamp, and of course the swamp was not just the little place where he lays branches.

He tore off a piece of cloth from his sleeve and took out a bottle of water from the box and mixed it with the prepared potion, poured it on the cloth and covered his nose, took a few breaths and recovered from the clear mind. He prepared a sobering agent before he traveled, which happened to come in handy at this time.

"The next one is that little witch," Roger said.

He recalled the process just now. The centipede may have been placed in advance by man, and the biogas may have been blown into the bush by man by strong wind. This is not very difficult. Lilith can use wind magic to blow a large amount of biogas into the bush.

In the final analysis, Shaman's prophecy was still too suspicious. Roger believed that the little witch he would meet next might be able to answer some questions for him. He also secretly thought about how to make things difficult for this annoying little witch. Roger had not suffered any losses in the hands of a girl since he was born.

Squat down and shoveled the soil underground with the golden knife and put it into a transparent small bottle. He dragged his suitcase and walked towards the direction of the biogas. Although the bushes were dense but not vast, he strode for a few minutes and it was at the end.

"kindness?",

Then he stopped, frowned and looked at the swamp connected to the bushes, and he felt nauseous and nauseous.

This swamp is even more messy than the swamp when it came in. There are almost no complete corpses, all of which are mixed with broken corpses and some red and white, mixed with gastric juice, brain matter and other substances, and the foul smell is unbearable.

But it was not these that really made Roger frown, but a mummy lying in the mess, a "complete" mummy, with wrinkled skin everywhere, deep eye sockets, and withering body. But with its eyes open, Roger could clearly see its blue eyeballs.

The eyes seemed to be looking at him, giving him a strange feeling, as if it could see all the desires in his heart. Just seeing it, Roger felt uncomfortable, and his eyes quickly moved to other places.

No wonder the biogas here is so toxic. Roger knows that ordinary biogas is not very toxic and is more likely to burn, but there are too many rotten corpses gathered here. The toxicity of biogas that has been formed over the years is naturally extraordinary. Just inhaling it will make people dizzy.

Roger looked forward again, without footprints, and this was not a vent. At this time, the flow of biogas was scattered in all directions without regularity, but was transmitted lightly into the bushes. According to this concentration, the biogas he had just sucked in the bushes was obviously so dense due to artificial factors.

Haha, the astrologer's prediction is indeed full of loopholes. Once you walk out of this swamp, you may find the answer and evidence.

The golden knife poked out his sleeve, and Roger turned around and prepared to cut some shrubs in the swamp and climbed through the swamp like he entered, but—

"laugh",

As soon as he turned around, a flame rushed high, and then a "huh" sound of red flame spread from behind him, and the flame spread rapidly. In the blink of an eye, the bushes outside Roger burned wildly to form a fire circle.

"Ho...roar...",

A voice came from behind, and Roger's hair suddenly stood up. The terrifying sound seemed to be touching his ear with a heavy breath. He could feel something standing up in the swamp behind him.
Chapter completed!