I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages

Tossing on the open space of the farm for more than an hour.

Roger let go of the poor gargoyle.

The latter flew away like an amnesty, twice as fast as usual.

no way.

The sparring practice, which is only allowed to be beaten but not to fight back, is indeed not done by humans.

It was beaten down with a refreshing blow.

Roger successfully summed up some practical experience.

Whether it's "fucking the yin leg" or "knee bumping."

The most unreasonable part of them is actually "focus on cutting"!

Concentration is a very easily overlooked attribute.

Generally speaking.

Only the caster will check their concentration before the battle.

After all, low concentration will seriously affect the casting success rate.

For other professions, the impact of focusing on high and low is not so profound.

But Roger found out.

The reduction in concentration caused by these two faculties is fatal!

Even magical beasts like gargoyles stumbled after being hit by a knee, and even lost the ability to fly for a while!

This means ordinary people after eating a knee bump.

It may be so serious that it is difficult to distinguish between the southeast and the northwest.

This discovery made Roger a little more admirable for the two stunts.

"Pingsha Sect Black Tiger" marked on the cheat book.

In his mind, he also mentioned the position second only to the master of genre.

"The cheats were sent by Alan. He had been to Gem City."

"Aba said that Gem City is where the gate of the Qingquan Sect headquarters is located; is it possible that there are other martial arts schools there?

"I don't know if Master Black Tiger has left behind any other faculties."

After acquiring the stunt, Roger was a little itchy.

He wanted to find some good brothers to practice his hands.

It's a pity that it won't be done tonight.

There are still hundreds of catties of tortoise meat left in the kitchen!

...

At night.

Roger walked between the living room and the kitchen, busy methodically.

More than 100 bottles of vitality potions are stored in the cellar.

While looking for sales channels, it is also time to tinker with something new.

Roger did not forget his identity as a pharmacist.

As a qualified pharmacist, it is necessary to have the courage to try to make various new types of medicine.

The only regret is.

There is a lack of living creatures in the farm, that is, the subjects of testing drugs.

Thinking of this, Roger couldn't help but glanced at the gargoyle on the eaves outside.

Although the magic beast saves money.

But there are also inconveniences!

"When I'm busy, I have to go to town to buy some rabbits."

As Roger thought, he skillfully shook a piece of papyrus.

He is trying "pharmacological analysis and deduction".

Mystra's pharmacy is not the result of a random mix of materials.

It follows certain pharmacology.

Only those who have mastered the basic principles can become pharmacists.

Roger wrote the scientific name of Huo Su on the papyrus, and then wrote some other materials.

According to a specific logical framework.

The speed of his writing gradually increased.

ten minutes later.

He rubbed the papyrus blankly and threw it in the trash can.

The crucible on the side was replaced with a new glass bottle.

Roger fell into deep thought:

"Something's wrong."

It's not that the pharmacological deduction is wrong, but that his state is a little wrong.

------>>

There is always a feeling of restlessness.

This feeling appeared in his impression several times, and bad things happened every time.

Only the one that appeared on the road to crusade against the Shi Luo Demon, the result was good.

He washed his face and decided to count it.

Wang Qi technique slowly started.

Roger held his breath and chose himself as his target.

Divination.

...

"I will be in danger today"

...

A slight throbbing feeling.

On the data bar.

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"The result of divination: You perceive a dangerous approach. This is not a strong, but fulfilled intuition."

...

"really."

Roger exhaled.

He pondered for a moment, his eyes swept across the kitchen and living room, and finally landed on the red armband with white background.

Divination.

...

"The potential danger is related to the Brotherhood of the Red Sleeve"

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"Result of the divination: You realized the source of the danger, and the two scouts of the squads died. The Red Sleeve Brothers will not give up. They may retaliate at any time, the fastest is tonight."

...

Roger frowned.

The result of divination is usually a subconscious profile of him.

The so-called bad intuition was actually that he himself had predicted the coming of danger.

Divination can only play a supporting role.

"Is the Red Sleeve Brotherhood?"

Roger's eyes gradually became cold:

"A group of robbers are worthy of being called brothers?"

...

In the middle of the night, the Sun Luo Farm still has a little light.

Several sneaky figures were well-trained to bypass the traps and alarms placed on the periphery, and approached the tall wooden house.

This is a team of 9 people.

Including 8 scouts and 1 middle-aged spellcaster with a staff.

These people were all dressed in night clothes, with an armband with a red pattern on a white background tied to their right arm.

"and many more!"

The person walking at the front pointed to the black outline on the eaves, and whispered vigilantly:

"It's a gargoyle!"

The others stopped very disciplinedly.

Everyone looked at the gargoyle nervously.

The latter remained motionless, like a statue.

"It may be fake."

The person who spoke first wandered.

"I'll take a look."

The middle-aged mage carefully lost an identification technique.

"It's a real gargoyle!"

Looking at the lamp shadow in the wooden house, he gritted his teeth and said:

"The brothers of those two teams, I am afraid, died in its hands."

"Wait for me to prepare a "secondary exile", you guys will bring it over! "

After that, he took out a silver scroll from his arms and guided it by chanting in a low voice.

The power of the wonderful element rippled in the air.

Soon, the door of the alien from the exile technique was quietly opened.

"fast!"

The middle-aged mage urged.

------>>

The scout leader who had been prepared for a while immediately raised his hand.

With a puff.

The stones shot by the slingshot hit the gargoyle's forehead with a crisp sound.

The latter remained motionless.

The scout leader gave a "Huh", and then a series of stones bounced over.

The gargoyle remained indifferent.

Someone shot an arrow quietly.

The arrow sparked on the gargoyle, but it still failed to wake the gargoyle.

On the wizard's side, the duration of the secondary exile spell has passed halfway.

"Isn't it a fake?"

Someone couldn't help but murmured.

The middle-aged mage is also a little unsure.

Scouts went into battle, trying to wake the gargoyle—

One of the courageous even jumped onto the eaves lightly and slapped the gargoyle a few times.

Until the effect of the exile spell disappeared.

The gargoyle never woke up.

"Fucked. It's a fake."

The middle-aged mage was a bit aggrieved.

What I was thinking in my mind was this way to make the boss reimburse himself for the cost of the reel.

The scout leader waved his hand.

The rest of the people suddenly dispersed, and fumbled in from every corner of the wooden house with a distinct formation.

Only the middle-aged mage and the leader of the scout stayed outside.

At this moment, a slight footstep suddenly came from behind them.

The two suddenly looked back.

But seeing the darkness, a man dressed as an old farmer came out with two very thick carrots in his hands.

"Huh? Are there any guests?"

The man looked at them curiously.

Just as the middle-aged mage wanted to say something, a reminder from the scout leader came from behind him:

"small……"

Before he could finish his words, the severe pain from the tail bone almost tore him in half!

The middle-aged mage watched in horror as the scout leader fell in pain.

Even in the dark night.

He can also see the **** intestines on the opponent's body, and the gargoyle carrying the intestines!

No need to remind others.

At the first moment of the accident, he began to chant life-saving spells.

Unfortunately.

It's too late!

There was a crisp sound of praise.

The piercing pain came from his hips, rushing into his brain violently.

The short curse came to an abrupt end!

Martial arts!

Fuck your yin legs!

"what!"

The tragic howling sounded through the night sky of Sun Luo Farm.

Roger unceremoniously stuffed the carrot into his mouth~www.NovelMTL.com~ and then looked at the pleased gargoyle.

He couldn't help but vomit:

"You gargoyle, can you only use this kind of trick?"

On the data bar.

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"For the first time you successfully used Pingsha Sect Jerks, you have achieved a new milestone-cruelty"

"You got 1 milestone point"

"Heartless: You have unique and effective melee fighting skills"

"Corresponding title: Young people who do not speak martial arts ethics (your acting style is not recognized by some decent people

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