Chapter 735 - The God’s Concession (2/2)

Roland returned to his manor and took a rest for the night.

It was supposed to be peaceful, but Beatrice came to him in the middle of the night, weeping and complaining of how lonely she was.

Few men could hold themselves back when a warm body was in their arms.

It took Roland quite a while to soothe Beatrice.

On many occasions, women slept with men not because they enjoyed it but because they were happy to be with men and feel that they were needed.

That was the case for Beatrice. She wasn’t really interested in sex. She simply missed Roland after not seeing him for a long time.

Sending herself to Roland’s bed was just a method to approach him.

Besides, as a woman, she didn’t have any other methods.

Beatrice rose from the bed. Although nothing happened that night, she looked a lot healthier and happier than before.

She truly wanted nothing but Roland’s company.

After breakfast, Roland came to the Wind Hermit Guild.

Barbion and three other people were already waiting at the door.

This time, it was a five-men squad, a classic configuration.

Although Roland was here to help, the rest of the team didn’t slack off but carried weapons that could damage giant creatures.

Epic quests were quite random. Different conditions might mean completing different processes.

Take a “rescue the princess” quest, for example.

When different people picked up the quest in the same place, they would be given different rewards and reactions depending on their goodness, capability, and the number of passersby around them.

They might be asked to take the villain down with wisdom, or to kill him with strength.

They might even be asked to cut the princess down.

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Of course, the last scenario was highly unlikely, but not impossible.

So, no quests had fixed solutions.

This was especially true for epic quests.

The rest of the team came to Roland and greeted him upon seeing him.

Then, the team “jumped” five times with magic teleportation arrays and came to a small city near the border of Fareins.

Roland thought that the quest was inside the city.

But then, Barbion took them out. They walked in the forest for a long time and defeated a lot of hungry wolves, before they finally reached a hilltop.

On the hilltop was a mottled gray altar covered in moss.

Standing in front of the altar, Barbion shared the epic quest with Roland.

Roland soon received a message.

Player UID 445812 has shared an epic quest with you.

Kill Scorching Locke.

Scorching Locke, one of the commanders in the Realm of Devils, will soon arrive in this world through a certain secret technique. It’s time to reveal your strength and stop him.

Roland picked the quest.

Barbion said in embarrassment, “Sorry that I didn’t share the quest with you sooner. Please understand the sadness of the small guilds like ours.”

Roland, of course, understood why he did that.

In the early phase of the game, many players found rewarding quests that they couldn’t complete on their own, so they asked other players’ help.

Some of them weren’t sophisticated and shared the quest with anyone who promised to kill the monsters with them.

But then, some of the new recruits quit the team and accomplished the quests with people from their guild.

The quest releaser could only watch other people intercept their quest.

It felt as awful as having their girlfriend stolen by someone.

“That’s all right, I totally understand.” Roland waved his hands.

Barbion was relieved too. It was great that Roland didn’t hate him.

Then, he took out a piece of black wood from the system Backpack and laid it on the altar.

The black wood disappeared like thawing snow. Then, the whole altar glowed dazzlingly. Barbion tried to appease Roland. “It’s all right, this is just a quest teleportation. You’ll soon be accustomed to it.”

Roland had teleported himself countless times; he was certainly accustomed to it.

However, the guy only said that out of good will, so Roland didn’t say anything.

After the light faded, Roland found himself in the Realm of Devils.

It was quite easy for him to discern the unique terrains of the Realm of Devils.

The sky was always purple, and the earth was always red.

The moment they showed up, someone roared at a distance.

“You human maggots are here again! Don’t run if you’ve got balls!”

The voice rumbled from afar.

Hundreds of meters ahead, a big fat devil that was at least five meters tall was running to them with a huge wooden stick in his hand.

The earth trembled faintly as he rushed over.

Roland looked at Barbion curiously. “Again? How many times have you fought him?” “Seven!” Barbion seemed rather embarrassed. Then he shouted, “Disperse! The guy’s magma balls are coming!”

Hardly had he said that when three gigantic magma balls were thrown to him in parabolas.

Each of the balls was at least five meters in diameter.

Roland had seen that spell in books on magic common sense.

It was called Penta Fireball Tactic and it was quite powerful.

But in fact, it could only launch three fireballs. There was no telling why it was called Penta Fireball.

After Barbion cried out, the four of them all dispersed.

They also charged forward. Barbion even shouted, “Let’s buy some time for the Mage to cast spells. It’ll be great if we can get Roland five seconds for him to launch a nuclear explosion.”

However, everybody knew that it was impossible.

In other games, the classes like Warriors could taunt the enemy.

It was almost impossible for a boss to attack a Mage behind a Shield Warrior.

However, there were no convenient skills to do that in this game.

Also, the AI was as smart as real human beings.

The moment Roland began to concentrate his magic power and prepare for a grand fireball, the boss would discover it and smash him with the gigantic wooden stick to disrupt him.

But in any case, it was the top priority of the team to create an environment where the Mage could deal damage.

The four of them ran toward the fat giant and tried to avoid the three red magma balls that were descending from the sky.

However, before the three balls crashed, Roland had stepped forward.

A field of ice quickly unfolded.

The ice on the ground spread out even faster than his running teammates and reached the feet of the fat giant devil.

Then, Roland pointed his finger forward.

A freezing wind hit the three magma balls, cooled them down into back rocks, and even blew them back.

They sank half a meter into the ground right next to the giant devil.

The devil stopped charging and looked at Roland hesitantly.