Roland knew that the moment he chose to escape, things were irreversible.

Phimia has no mercy or mercy. When facing such a cruel enemy, once she chooses to betray her, she will only go all the way to the dark, either failing or successfully gaining freedom.

When Vermia's voice came from behind, Roland knew that in the next moment, he would have to face the Koromog Whip.

As long as he is pulled, he will lose all his strength and be slaughtered.

At the critical moment, Roland had two choices.

Either stop and fight with Vermia with the flame spell he mastered last night; or continue running and run out of Vermia's sight. This depends on whether Vermia's spell is fast or his pace is fast.

Roland was not sure about the previous path, because no matter how he optimized and improved, no matter how he practiced, the casting time of the flame spell was more than 1 second.

1 second casting time is a huge improvement, but it is definitely slower than Vermia's whip. As long as it slows down a little, the spell will lose against bombing.

If the flame spell is interrupted in the middle of the release, the consequences... Just thinking about it, Roland couldn't help but shivering.

In the instant choice, Roland chose the second path.

With a wave of his hand, the crystal bottle filled with pure water condensation came out of his hand and flew towards the direction where the sound came. At the same time, he kept walking down the stairs desperately.

Roland was betting that he bet that Vermia would never bear this bottle of pure water condensation.

Sure enough, he bet right!

Just as he threw out the crystal bottle, Vermia's cold voice sounded: "Roland, you made a mistake! You made a big mistake!"

Roland didn't care about this and jumped off the stairs.

When he jumped to the corner of the stairs, the expected sound of the crystal bottle breaking did not appear, which means that Vermiya caught the bottle. No matter what method he used to catch it, he must be distracted.

The first prerequisite for a mage to cast spells: focus!

In the state of distracted spirit, it is impossible to cast spells, especially to release aggressive spells. At least Roland cannot do it. Even if he can do it, he dare not try it easily. The effect of spell backlash is not a joke.

He didn't dare to bet on Vermia. Even if he could do it, he would never take such a huge risk to punish him.

Roland continued to run forward.

When he ran less than 3 steps, he heard a thin ray of wind coming from behind him.

He was so familiar with the sound that whenever the sound appeared, endless pain came with it.

It was Koromog's Whip, and Fmia casts spells incredibly fast. At this moment, Roland fell into an ice cave: "How could this happen? Did I make a mistake in my judgment?"

‘Pa~’

A crisp sound rang out from behind. Roland felt a biting cold wind hitting his back. He smelled a fishy smell similar to a rotten corpse on his nose, and his hair was blown up subconsciously. A creepy sense of fear couldn't help but rise in his heart.

"Did I get hit? Am I getting hit?"

Surprisingly, his body was not in pain.

‘The whip took the time! I bet right, but I didn’t hit me!’ Roland was very excited, as if he was reborn!

"Don't be too happy too early, there may be a one-eyed demon in front of you blocking the way. Be cheer up, Roland!"

Ecstasy did not rush Roland's mind. He was so cautious and so cautious, all the cruel training he had been in Byvermiya for five years.

He didn't forget that just now, the one-eyed demon Grod ran over him. At this time, the road ahead was very likely to be blocked by the one-eyed demon.

He reached into his pocket and grabbed a paper bag. The things in this paper bag were carefully prepared for the one-eyed demon.

One step, two steps, three steps, Roland stepped down the stairs and came to the second floor of the castle, but he did not see the figure of the one-eyed demon. The guy didn't know where he ran.

‘Did Vermiya feel that he can handle me easily by himself, so he didn’t leave the one-eyed demon to help? This is quite in line with Vermiya’s character.’

Although this is very likely, Roland naturally would not relax his vigilance.

Just then, Vermia's voice came from the third floor of the castle again: "Roland, run, run as you are while your legs are still on your body. But remember, no matter how you run, you will always fall into my hands in the end!"

The voice was soft and there was no trace of anger anymore.

Roland was shocked all over. He knew that this was a manifestation that Phumia only had when it was extremely angry. From now on, as long as he fell into Phumia's hands, he would face terrible torture. By then, death was a luxury.

At this moment, fear is useless, despair is useless, and begging for mercy will only make the opponent more happy. Only by striving forward can you have hope of changing your destiny.

Roland yelled back at the stairs on the third floor: "Permia, you will die today! You will definitely die at my hands, you will die miserably!"

This is what Roland said in his heart. It has been brewing thousands of times in his heart. Today he said it, and he felt comfortable all over and his heart was wiped out.

Vermiya didn't expect to get such an answer. He went crazy and roared in disguise: "Ah~~~~ You arrogant, shameless, slut raised by a prostitute! Sad stupid donkey! Tiphonla's shit!"

It's been 10 years, and no one has ever dared to speak to him like this, never!

Roland laughed and ran wildly towards the basement.

In order to deal with today's situation, Roland had already thought about a careful plan. Not only did he think about it, but he also practiced and improved thousands of times in the thinking laboratory. It can be said that the plan he implemented now is the best choice at present.

Now, he began the first step: creating chaos.

The ancestors on earth have long explained that only muddy water can fish. How can we muddy the water? Roland stared at the circumference of prisoners in the basement.

In just half a minute, he arrived at the basement.

The basement was dark and there was no light at all. Roland did not dare to be careless. He touched the wall with one hand and returned to his room in the dark.

When he arrived in the room, he lit the whale oil lamp, then reached out to the bottom of the reed bed for a while, and took out a small bag the size of a fist.

"It's up to you!"

Holding the bag tightly in his hand, Roland picked up the whale oil lamp and walked quickly towards the end of the basement.

Crying sounds kept coming from the circle.

"Ah~~Help~"

"Who will save me~"

"Goddess~Goddess~"

The bean-sized lights were jumping in Roland's hands, trying hard to pierce the darkness, but in the end the power was limited, and the circle in front was always pitch black.

Roland walked forward step by step. Although he practiced thousands of times, when he really faced it, he still could not avoid the confusion in his heart.

"After all, I'm still a mortal." He laughed at himself.
Chapter completed!