I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages

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Check the entrance of the station.

The crowd of the Black Blood Army that had been bustling had long since disappeared.

As previously detected by the wounded wolf.

They retreated collectively to the sampan platform of the No. 1 transfer station.

Just a glimpse from a distance.

Roger felt the traps and barriers after another.

It seems that the unfavorable start of the Destruction Pool has aroused the high vigilance of the Black Blood Army.

What they showed was a defensive posture.

It is even more difficult for anyone to approach that platform silently.

Roger's words.

It will be a little simpler.

But this time.

He wasn't prepared to play the trick of silent infiltration.

At the moment Roger started sneaking casually.

Under the guidance of the slander wolf.

Begin to walk through the labyrinth-like environment around the checkpoint.

There is still some distance between the transfer stations.

Roger didn't go fast.

on the one hand.

He was observing the true situation of the Black Blood Army from a distance.

on the other hand.

He still has some things to deal with.

...

first of all.

Just when I left the platform of the Destruction Pool.

Roger found Jiqiu through the secret transmission of sound.

"If everyone is resting, they will go to the checkpoint.

Pay attention to the greasy weird army here.

Their leader has been killed by me.

But there are many ordinary monsters.

These greasy monsters will form very precious whale oil after death.

These materials must be collected.

But be careful not to let them get it wrong.

Will eat people..."

After explaining everything in detail.

Roger took his attention from the elite group.

Facing Roger's remarks like a gunfire.

Jiqiu held back for a long time and only replied:

"My lord, what about you?"

Roger said in a voice:

"I'll go and have a look next door."

Heard this.

Jiqiu didn't say anything anymore.

I don't know that it was because he didn't practice well in his sound transmission skills.

He still knew what would happen next.

...

Secondly.

In the process of walking.

Roger put most of his attention on the newborn pet.

"Miss" is not as big as a palm.

It is a very thin elf.

Compare with the chubby Sandy.

This child is so thin!

Perhaps it is precisely because of this.

It easily aroused Roger's compassion.

From the outside.

It has big eyes and very nice double eyelids.

More aura than the celestial elf.

Its temperament is gentle and quiet.

Gives a sense of timidity.

Honestly.

Roger has never been able to associate this appearance with the word "naughty spirit".

Perhaps he felt Roger's blazing gaze.

Miss Cheng shrinks her neck in fear.

suddenly.

It babbled.

It was turned into a white belt wrapped around Roger's waist.

Roger fumbled.

The texture feels very good.

"Unfortunately, it can't be used as a storage device..."

When he thought so.

But I missed the weak voice in my ear:

"the host……"

"You don't have to stare at me all the time, I'm very good."

"It won't cause trouble."

Listen to the gentle watery voice.

Roger just felt that his heart was about to melt away.

Right now he gently stroked the white belt.

Said softly and relievedly:

"Don't be afraid, I believe you..."

...

"Hint: Your pet naughty spirit has a +1 for your favorability"

...

See this line of words.

Roger moved away his hand calmly again.

In a flash.

A secret gas covered the belt.

This is Wandugang's shallowest and most concealed method of excitation.

I didn't even notice "missing" myself.

"I really believe that you have a ghost!"

Roger sneered:

"What a naughty spirit born in Mystra..."

"No matter how pitiful I am, I have to guard against it!"

...

It ensures that the naughty spirit is within the protection range of Wandugang and will not cause trouble.

Roger shifted his final attention to the holy sword in his hand.

After leaving the gate.

Griffith remained silent.

This guy seems to want to avoid liquidation by pretending to be an ostrich.

Unfortunately.

Roger is not such a fool.

He followed the slandered wolf to the border of the sampan area.

Immediately afterwards.

He found a ‘stash’ behind a cargo box.

Then stared at Griffith intently.

He did not speak.

Just watch it.

at last.

Griffith was seen terribly, and actively whispered:

"You, what are you doing?"

"Didn't it mean to eliminate interference items?"

"I'm really not..."

Roger smiled slightly:

"Before eliminating the interference items, I suddenly remembered that there are still a few accounts that I haven't settled with you."

Griffith said annoyed:

"I have difficulties..."

"To shut up!"

Roger said arrogantly.

Griffith did not say anything.

With interest, Roger flicked the edge of the holy sword with his index finger.

There was a soft bang.

There was a clear blood mark on the back of his finger.

"It's still so sharp..."

Roger sighed.

Next second.

He solemnly said:

"You hurt me, how is this account calculated?"

Griffith was dumbfounded:

"you you you……"

"I have never seen such a cheeky... forget it..."

"I don't know how to settle accounts! You can do whatever you want, right?"

When it comes to the last sentence.

His tone was full of helplessness and sadness.

Roger pondered for a moment.

Suddenly he said:

"Why are you so afraid of me this time?"

In fact, he had already noticed Griffith's anomaly.

It stands to reason.

This servant is an immortal holy sword.

Even if Roger is about to rise to heaven.

He doesn't have to use such a humble attitude to talk to himself, right?

The current Griffith is compared with the superior pig-raising holy sword before.

Just like a fairy falling from the clouds to hell.

It is easy to make bad associations-

Do not misunderstand.

Roger simply wondered if he was really Griffith!

...

"Which..."

Griffith stammered:

"I'm not to you, my attitude to you has always been pretty good, right?"

"I am not afraid of you either."

Roger nodded thoughtfully.

"That's afraid of my hands?"

Talking.

His right hand quickly and wantonly ravaged Griffith.

"Please, don't touch it, itching..."

Griffith became angry and said:

"Your hand of reducing wisdom is not valid for me!"

Roger said ‘oh’.

Turned around and opened another specialty.

...

"Hint: You are using'Golden and Silver Hand (hand forging)' on Holy Sword Griffith."

...

"This material is really good..."

"It should be sharp if it is pulled down and used as a toothpick?"

Roger's threatening big hands roamed Griffith unscrupulously.

"Please, stop it..."

Griffith's voice sounded soft.

He said in a tone that was almost begging for mercy:

"I really need your help!"

"Compared to your stupid apprentice and the blond stupid girl with a problematic background, it is more appropriate for you to deal with the scavenger!"

"Listen, Roger, I changed my attitude towards you only because of the scavenger. You don't understand how terrible it is. The current situation on the moon may be worse than I thought!"

"If we can't solve the scavengers, then everything in Mystra will become meaningless!"

"Do you understand it?"

Roger shook his head like a rattle:

"do not understand."

"The scavenger you said will swallow Mystra after it wakes up?"

Griffith sighed and said:

"Roughly the same……"

"It may not be that bad, but it's not much better."

"In short, we must not let the scavengers wake up."

"We may be the strongest combination on this planet. You and me shouldn't care about each other. Instead, we should abandon the previous suspicions and work together."

Roger smiled softly:

"What you said makes sense."

"I don't care about your violation of our agreement. After 30 years of eating and drinking for nothing, I not only ate almost all the biological assets of the Qingquan Sect, but also abducted my apprentice fuckingly..."

"But you have to answer some of my questions--

...

How much has your memory recovered?

Why did Mystra want to destroy the Golden House back then?

How much do you know about the reincarnation of Mystra?

As her sword.

How much do you know about her herself?

At last.

Forbidden curse.

What exactly is going on?

...

These questions above.

You can answer slowly.

I am very patient.

In the face of these problems.

I suddenly felt that I was not so anxious to eliminate interference items. "

...

Roger showed his trademark gentle smile.

The silent Griffith seemed to be in the twelfth winter.

after a long time.

He replied with difficulty:

"My memory hasn't recovered much. The memory of scavengers has always existed."

"As for Mystra, I'm sorry, I only remember that I once followed a god, but I still don't remember whether that **** is Mystra or not."

"And the Forbidden Curse..."

"If you really help me get the scavenger, then I will tell you everything I know, no omission!"

Griffith's tone was sincere and sincere.

"I hope that in the face of life on the entire planet, you will not care about so much..."

"I hate moral kidnapping."

Roger grabbed the blade hard.

Zi Zi Zi's voice came out.

In Griffith's painful cry.

The blade of the holy sword was actually twisted by about 0.5 degrees!

"But I promise you that I will help you get rid of the scavenger."

Roger said lightly:

"After it's done, remember your promise, otherwise it won't be as simple as a bend."

"I will completely melt you."

Griffith did not dare to breathe:

"Fully understand."

"All right."

The cold temperament faded in a breath.

Roger's face reappeared with a smile:

"Agreement is one thing, settling accounts is another."

"Let's enter into the happy accounting session."

"According to my calculations."

"You owe me or Qingquanzong 1 million pigs now..."

Griffiston was shocked when he:

"Didn't I only ate 100,000 heads?"

"Add to the good laziness you have made in the past thirty years."

Roger said with a smile:

"Besides, I took care of the mess you caused when you ran away. You have to count this expense, right?"

"Also, considering inflation..."

Griffith was shocked again:

"Do pigs swell too?"

Roger ignored him.

Calculated in a whisper to himself.

Finally came to a conclusion:

"Next you have to protect the mountain for free for the Qingquan Sect for 1,000 years."

"During this period, you can eat whatever they give you. As for whether you can eat meat or not, it depends on your performance."

"Here."

"You sign this contract first."

Snapped.

An unequal treaty written by a professional contractor was directly shot on Griffith's face.

The latter trembled.

Roger narrowed his eyes slightly.

He wants to see it.

To what extent Griffith can tolerate himself!

"If things are abnormal, there will be demons."

"This guy is so weird, maybe there is something waiting for me... I have to keep a hand!"

Roger was ready for Griffith to turn his face at any time.

Who knows after this guy has carefully examined the contract.

I really signed my name on it!

...

"Sacred Sword of Cinder: Griffith Mystral"

...

When signing this name.

Roger couldn't help but glanced at him.

Griffith was also slightly taken aback.

"Then, then I should, I did follow Master Mystra at the beginning..."

His voice is not awkward.

But Roger was embarrassed for him.

"Forget it."

"This kind of unequal treaty has been signed. This is a contract with the will of purgatory. Even the holy sword of the immortal level cannot be violated. At most, the pressure on him is really great. It seems that the scavenger puts him under great pressure. ."

Roger thought.

One side signed his name on the contract.

After the contract is formed.

Griffith sighed deeply.

It's a pity that he didn't wait long for him to relax.

Roger patted his sword hilt coldly:

"It just counted as a public account."

"We still have some personal grievances..."

Griffith gave himself up and said:

"Don't forget it."

"As long as you can help me get the scavenger..."

"It's up to you!"

"It's up to you!"

Roger coughed.

Nodded readily and said:

"Do not worry.

Don't look at the bunch of demons under my hand.

In fact, I am quite decent myself.

I will never rely on you..."

After a while.

When Griffith, who had signed two sales deeds, walked dazedly behind the shipping box.

Roger's figure has disappeared.

Instead.

It's a bunch of yellow hairs fluttering in the wind and very angry.

...

...

"We have a traitor!"

Black blood army base.

A small conference room in the simulator warehouse.

Othello and Johnny were blushing.

The former insisted that the "Black Curse Group 648" had lied.

The latter's view is different from his.

The fallen magician said seriously:

"You have to believe in my mind test, our people have no problem in terms of loyalty..."

Speaking of which.

He paused.

Then he sighed very hard and said:

"You have to admit that we were fooled."

"And that person may be next door to us."

Johnny's meaning is obvious.

The "Black Curse Group 648" who mixed into them is probably one of the martial artists next door!

"His technique is too concealed."

"We haven't been able to identify the problem so far."

Johnny shook his head and said:

"And I always feel a sense of anxiety, Monroe is too strange to die, this place is too evil!"

Othello glared sharply:

"Then what to do?"

"Does it just retreat like this?"

"We didn't even find what we wanted, and the personnel were not damaged, so we just retreated?"

Johnny was silent.

after awhile.

His face suddenly burst into joy.

Then he took a crystal ball from his arms and placed it on the table.

The crystal ball gradually expanded.

Eventually it became the size of a pumpkin.

A calm face appeared on the surface of the crystal ball.

Compared to his calmness.

His background is much more complicated.

Othello and Johnny saw at least thousands of tentacles swaying behind him!

...

"Vilan... finally got in touch with you."

The fallen magician Johnny whispered:

"We had some trouble with the Beluga, Monroe was dead, and even the Horcrux was not kept."

In the crystal ball.

Weilan nodded slightly:

"I understand."

"There are indeed many more variables. I guess you have met some martial artists above the sky?"

Johnny nodded convincingly:

"It's true."

"There is also an upgraded martial artist, but we haven't played against each other yet..."

"By the way, we were attacked by an insidious sword before. That sword is very similar to the Sacred Sword of Cinderella you said."

Here Johnny and Weilan are eagerly communicating.

The Sword Saint Othello over there is silent with his arms folded.

...

Inside the Salvation Society.

Also divided into many factions.

Weilan is a caster with only 89 level.

Although his accomplishments in evil curses are very advanced.

He was also honored with titles such as'Dominator' and'Great Master'.

However, there are still quite a few complaints about letting him serve as the vice president.

Such as Monroe.

This colleague of the mage has always looked at Weilan not pleasing to his eyes.

It's just that the Salvation Society has strict internal rules.

He hasn't had a chance to do it.

Another example is Othello.

He was also dissatisfied with Vilan's relatively low level but holding important positions.

But Othello's mind was deeper.

He once suspected that Wilan had hidden his strength.

Otherwise, the leader of the Salvation Society, who is known for his utilitarian interests, would not try to get him to be the vice president.

So in the past.

Othello can barely maintain a neutral attitude.

But after arriving at Mystra.

Because of the loss of the fright of the president of the Salvation Society.

After a few trials.

Othello lost awe of Vilan.

He didn't take Vilan's words as imperial decree like Johnny.

Especially in this situation.

...

"Maybe Monroe was killed by him."

"I have to be careful, too."

Othello thought coldly:

"These spellcasters don't have a good thing, but I want to see what advice Vilan will give us..."

Between thoughts.

Weilan's calm tone came from the crystal ball:

"Evacuate all staff!"

"Do not hesitate."

"I'm afraid you are in big trouble!"

Heard this.

Othello couldn't help standing up:

"Evacuation? To put it lightly? This is a task issued by the president personally. It is so evacuated, who will bear the responsibility?"

Weilan's voice is a little messy:

"Of course the responsibility is yours."

"The president's punishment will not cost you your lives."

"But the coming trouble will probably..."

Talking.

His spell communication was suddenly interrupted for a while.

It's been a long time.

The picture returned to calm again.

"Understood, I will consider it."

Johnny nodded cautiously:

"correct."

"What's the situation on your side?"

"How do I see so many tentacles?"

In the picture.

Wilan said without looking back:

"It's nothing, I'm negotiating with the ancient evil creatures..."

"Do you call this negotiation?"

Johnny said dumbfounded:

"If I read correctly, that ancient evil thing was about to be killed by you, right?"

Weilan said nothing.

Othello couldn't help but leaned over:

"Is this your real strength? Veran?"

Weilan smiled:

"No, these are illusions."

"Wish ya'll good luck."

Talking.

The spell communication came to an end.

Only Johnny and Othello looked at each other.

"So..."

"Evacuate, or continue?"

Johnny cleared his throat and asked.

Othello snorted coldly:

"Whatever you want, my troops and I will not leave anyway!"

The voice fell.

Suddenly there was a panic of footsteps outside!

"what's happenin?"

Othello frowned.

He grabbed the collar of the incoming person and carried it in the air:

"You better give me a reasonable explanation."

"It's not good, Master Chief!"

"A furry kobold came outside!"

"Kobold?"

Othello is strange.

Yu Guangzhong.

The figure of the fallen magician Johnny disappeared without a trace!

Othello's heart twitched.

He just wanted to drop the human body.

Can be the next second.

A terrifying gust of wind blew up on the ground.

The room where the simulator was installed was directly lifted off.

A personal shadow was swept by the gust of wind to the demon shadow that was as tall as a mountain not far away!

Even Othello himself barely resisted for a while.

Not long.

He was sucked into the mouth of the demon shadow!

Screams.

The sky shook!

...

"Record: You activated the external avatar of the Taoist Huang Yan"

...

"You have activated the feat: Spiritual Celestial Body"

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"You consumed 1 drop of the secondary sacred oil, and you used Tengu's specialty "Swallow the Sun""

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"Swallowing Sun: You swallowed 16124 Black Blood Army..."

...

"Attribute fragment calculation..."

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"You killed the swordmaster Othello (God Practitioner/Swordmaster/LV99/Elite

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"Slaying Order: Your Juggernaut Personality +0.04"

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"Juggernaut Personality: You can obtain excess income in the practice and battle of the Juggernaut.

Charm +50% when you use the sword;

You are familiar with the history and main points of most swordsmanship and swordsmanship (Knowledge: Swordsmanship 400+);

When someone, especially a girl, is watching.

Your understanding of swordsmanship will improve;

When and only using swords as weapons.

As long as your response is fast enough.

You can use the sword to "block" 99% of the attacks.

...

You have obtained the Random Personality Specialty-Take the Blade with Nothing.」

...

"Receive hand-in-hand: When you are unarmed, you can use both hands to carry out a palm-wrapped ‘parry’ against the enemy’s weapons.

As long as the enemy's level does not exceed your level 40 or more.

This parry has a 100% success rate.

...

Enemy weapon requirements:

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1. Open front, bladed.

2. Non-blunt

3. Non-biological weapons

...

Remarks: There is a certain chance of causing bleeding in the tiger’s mouth

...

"It's comfortable... Uh..."

On the platform of No. 1 transfer station.

Roger, who turned into a tengu, couldn't help but belch.

This wave of sneak attacks was quite successful.

Tengu's unique trick is very humane.

Only objects judged to be monsters by the evil mark will be swallowed into their womb.

The remaining drudges and slaves will only be held in the wind for a while.

Then it will return to its original position.

It couldn't be more convenient for Roger.

"Brother Huang Yan's body is really easy to use!"

Roger vigorously praised in his heart:

"It's just too exhausting."

"Maybe I have used it too frequently recently..."

...

Between thoughts.

He counted the receipts roughly.

In terms of property fragmentation.

At least more than doubled.

Because the incident was too sudden.

The naughty spirit has no chance at all.

So it brings pure positive benefits to Roger.

As for the sword master Othello.

Roger really didn't expect this guy to be so watery.

He didn't feel anything when he was bored.

As for this "Juggernaut Person".

He looked more like a certain idol personality.

The effect can only be said to be so-so.

It looks good to block this kind of thing.

But Roger prefers to attack.

...

"Whoever has nothing to do all day to take care of nothing!"

He murmured secretly.

Fortunately, although Othello himself is a bit watery.

Roger found a good treasure among the trophies he left behind!

In the vision of Wang Qi technique.

That baby can be described as transpiring purple gas.

Roger turned into a human body.

Hold it in the palm of your hand.

Look with the naked eye.

That is a needle.

...

"Sacred Needle for Breaking the Ring (Wonderful Object/Consumable

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"Use: to break all seals, precepts or oaths"

...

"Usage: Just poke directly, you can't poke multiple times at once."

...

"Remaining available times: 2"

...

"This thing is obviously aimed at mages, monks, or paladins."

"Break everything?"

"It's kind of evil..."

Thinking so.

Roger quickly took out a baby that had been eating ashes for a long time!

"Just try it with you!"

He involuntarily pressed the "pot of greed (in self-seal to the ground.

Then use the violent needle to jab at the mouth of the pot!

puff!

puff!

puff!

Strange sounds sounded one after another.

Not long.

The pot of greed reacted.

Suddenly a circle of sour water came out from the mouth of the pot!

...

"Reminder: "The Pot of Greed" has been unblocked"

...

"Remaining available times: 1"

...

"It's done!"

"There is another pot of greed to use!"

Roger fondly touched the spout of the pot of greed.

And in the process.

Roger also noticed.

The thin and long silver needle became a little bleak.

The data bar is displayed.

The remaining available times of ``Broken Rings Needle'' has also become 1.

...

"This needle is not bad."

"and many more……"

"If I bind the sacred needle of breaking the ring with the pot of greed, and then use the sacred needle to continue breaking the ring, what will happen in the end?"

Although his brain was open for a while.

But Roger still didn't put it into action.

to him.

These two treasures are one of the important parts of his poker pool.

It is impossible for him to do an experiment on whether he can move forever.

And at this time.

A bright red mark suddenly lit up in Roger's field of vision.

That is the signal from the slanderous wolf!

...

"There are still fish that slip through the net?"

"interesting."

Roger gave a chuckle.

Through the vision of the slander wolf, he marked the "fallen magician" who had turned into a flowing wind and fled with a hunter's mark.

then.

Roger was ready to kill the opponent.

After all, his promotion task requires the killing of the three major leaders.

No one is missing!

But just when his figure hurried to the edge of the platform.

There was a strong throbbing in Roger's heart!

Next second.

Griffith's voice rang in his ears:

"Don't breathe!"

"Stand not move!"

"is her!"

The voice fell.

Above the sampan area.

Pieces of things resembling moss or mud shook off the surface of the beluga's skin.

In the dark.

A somewhat sleepy eye slowly opened its eyelids.

That eye ~www.NovelMTL.com~ was aimed at Roger at the edge of the platform!

...

"Warning: You have encountered the "Astral Moby Fanny""

...

"Sixth sense: Astral Beluga is waking up..."

...

"Ultimate Hunter: The target is quickly escaping from the first pursuit range, please pursue it as soon as possible, otherwise there is a risk of leaving the effective tracking radius."

...

For a time.

Roger closed his breath tightly.

Stuck in a dilemma.

...