The Truth of Magic

Chapter 366 Silent Warning

Chapter 366 Silent Warning

After confirming his ability to escape for 24 hours, Zhao Xu continued to take out an octopus tentacle, held the sticky and smooth part tightly, and began to chant spells at the same time.

"Eva malicious tentacles"!

In an instant, two black tentacles came out of his shoulder blades and wrapped around his shoulders. Following Zhao Xu's thought manipulation, they swung directly within three meters.

The quickness of the speed and the ferocity of the offensive are not much different from that of an ordinary level one or two fighter.

This wheel-level spell, after Zhao Xu's spell lasted for a long time, was equivalent to Zhao Xu gaining two more menacing tentacles who could hit the enemy in the next 24 hours.

From then on, he can control his two tentacles to attack the enemy while casting spells.

Zhao Xu frowned slightly, but the picture was not very beautiful, so he immediately retracted the two tentacles from his shoulders and covered them with his cloak.

Before he knew it, he had turned into a tentacle monster with a peculiar painting style.

Zhao Xu didn't stop, he immediately followed suit, took out a dagger from his backpack, and cast another second-ring spell——

"The Cloud of Blades".

With Zhao Xu's firm grip, the entire dagger was instantly shattered, turning into a blade-shaped cloud of mist that circled around Zhao Xu's body.

It was as if invisible blades in the air were pointing in the direction Zhao Xu was looking at.

Zhao Xu's eyes were fixed directly on the sparrow flying attached to the corner of the courtyard wall, which happened to be within the range of 9 meters.

As soon as Zhao Xu thought about it, he was instantly agitated. The sparrow, which had braved the severe cold to forage for food, stiffened and fell freely to the ground.

It didn't even know until it died that it just suffered a terrifying blow from an 18th-level attack power.

Cloud of Blades is also a round-level spell.

After Zhao Xu lasted for a long time, he was able to condense his saber energy every round to deliver such a sharp dagger's ultimate piercing blow.

Moreover, the attack power of the saber air dagger condensed by this spell is determined by the sum of his caster level (level 12) and intelligence adjustment value (6).

The two, Zhao Xu, were the top players among the players, so they stacked a full 18th-level attack, making it impossible for ordinary people to resist.

Ordinary people being hit by his saber energy are no different from a dagger piercing the heart, they just fell to the ground and passed out on the spot.

After the latter two spells, Zhao Xu was equivalent to gaining two major means of attack, far and near.

Even if he runs out of spell slots next time, he can survive in low-end battles by relying on two tentacle attacks and one knife attack per round.

He used a second-level spell and a third-level spell in exchange for a special attack ability that lasted for 24 hours, which made up for the last shortcoming of his lack of battery life after his spell slots were exhausted.

After figuring this out, Zhao Xu kicked his legs straight, walked in the air, walked out of Mrs. Betty's house, and walked back into the downtown of Shuanglu Town.

Recently, Shuanglu Town has become just like the source of its name. Frost blossoms began to appear on the rich bay leaves from the original dew.

However, there are still a lot of common people seeking livelihood in the market of the small town, wrapped in cotton clothes that are not thick, selling mountain products or handicrafts.

Everyone was trying to sell the remaining things as much as possible before the cold night came, and shouted very loudly at dusk.

Shuanglu town itself was not the player's birthplace, so Zhao Xu only encountered a few waves of players who came here to do missions on the road.

"It's cold weather, it's too cold." A white-haired soldier stood in front of a luxuriously decorated business house and said tremblingly.

"Is your 16 physique so cold?" The dwarf poet on the side sneered. He was about one meter tall, with dark brown skin under the blond hair, and the small harp hanging on his chest, which looked a little funny.

"Fuck me, I wear less because of my 16 physique. It's almost like you wrap yourself up like a hedgehog." The white-haired soldier mocked, "After the escort, the employer will meet Mystra, I have to go Buy a cardigan and add it."

"Hey, when do you think we players will be able to enter this kind of auction openly and spend a lot of money." Another halfling wanderer on the side also complained, but his eyes kept gazing at the prey on the street.

"Don't think about it, I heard that several well-known player unions in Mystra have secretly sent people over, but I haven't seen any of them, and I don't know if it's true or not." The dwarf poet said.

The four of them in the team were discussing together at this time.

After hearing the topic, Zhao Xu didn't expect such a coincidence that the four players also escorted their employer to tonight's auction.

In particular, among the seven races that the player can initially choose, among the three dwarfs, he unexpectedly encountered two of them at once, which made him slow down and observe.

Compared with human beings who live in a mess and have no place to settle, most other races have fixed residences. Even elves and dwarves have established huge countries, and their own vocational training is also self-contained.

Therefore, Zhao Xu and the others rarely saw creatures of other races in human towns.

Zhao Xu could only rely on the other party's few words to judge that the number of people in tonight's auction might exceed his imagination.

However, he didn't bother anymore, he put on his "organ man goggles" and walked to the temporary booth to "hunt for treasure".

The halfling wanderer stood in a shadowy corner, watching Zhao Xu just pass by them, and walked all the way to the stall not far away, his eyes constantly sizing up.

"Hey, don't cause trouble, the employer is still inside." The white-haired warrior couldn't help but warn when he saw his halfling teammates ready to move.

Fights caused by players abusing their "hands-on" skills basically happened every day. It wasn't until the Mistra Guard Office took a wave of rogue players into prison that they slightly suppressed this unhealthy trend.

"Don't worry, it will be soon. Although the other party looks very simple in the robe, but the gold-plated brass goggles, I think it is definitely not ordinary." The wanderer licked the corner of his mouth, showing an excited look.

"I'll be back soon. If you think about it, even the most insignificant glasses can be magic items. Where is the real magic equipment on your body, especially the cane, I doubt it's worth a lot."

Hearing what he said, the dwarf poet with the "valuation" skill in his job also pondered for a while, constantly recalling the figure that the other party walked past just now.

Ordinary people want to assess whether the item in their hands is a magic item, and they can also rely on "detect magic" or even "identification".

But for some suspected "antique treasures", to judge whether they are fancy handicrafts or precious works of art worthy of heirloom, most of them will seek advice from poets or rogues who have "valuation" in their job skills and have deliberately raised their levels.

The dwarf poet thought for a while, "The priest's sacrificial robe is probably not a mortal thing, and the density of the needlework even exceeds the current level of craftsmanship."

The halfling wanderer next to him was even more excited when he heard this, "Wearing sacrificial robes and no armor, it looks like a fat sheep. I'm afraid it came from a noble family and was sent to the church to serve the gods."

"Don't wait a while." The white-haired warrior always felt that the priest had an invisible murderous intent, so he hurriedly warned the halfling.

"Come on, it's the kind priests of the goddess that I dare to attack. If I'm found out, I'll just punish me." The halfling wanderer looked back at the goddess priests he had stolen before, and said complacently.

They players have mastered the ability of "hands-on kung fu", but if they don't make good use of it, what kind of players are they?

As he spoke, he lowered his footsteps and lurked past without a sound.

Because of their short stature, halflings are naturally flexible and not easy to fall, and they are very athletic. Compared with human players, who have a natural talent and a bonus skill to eat the world, they have other bonuses.

Just the level 2 racial bonus of the "stealth" skill made his usual "stealth" skill more silent.

At this time, Zhao Xu was picking up a bronze statue and looking at it. He once found a half-damaged bronze griffin statue at the booth of his friend Shen Nian in his previous life, picked it out and gave it to him.

However, in Shuanglu Town, which is close to Mystra, Zhao Xu took a cursory glance and felt that he should be able to give up the idea of ​​picking up leaks.

He might as well think about going to a nearby business firm and prepare a deposit for tonight.

Although the market price of the +6 Intellectual Turban was only 36,000 gold coins, he could still pay for the mere 3,600 gold coins he bid for, but he couldn't be sure of the final price.

Suddenly, the hidden tentacles on Zhao Xu's back twisted.

He turned his head directly, and found that in front of him was a halfling who was squatting about the same height as him, with a red face and brown eyes, long sideburns, but no beard at all.

"Mr. Pastor, suddenly I am a little confused about the Goddess' teachings, and I want to come here to ask you for advice." The halfling rogue only wore the weakest leather armor for flexibility, and at the same time had a thin sword and a dagger on his waist .

While talking with a playful smile, he couldn't help but glance at his dagger, thinking about how to deal with the conflict later. But this was the worst case, he was sure that the pastor would not vent excessively.

Kindness can be deceived, he has already figured this out.

The wanderer was standing in a shadowy corner just now, so Zhao Xu just glanced over and skipped over. He didn't expect that he would become the other party's prey instead.

Zhao Xu chuckled and said, "The Goddess has a teaching that stealing is forbidden."

As he spoke, he patted the halfling on the shoulder lightly, "A little warning."

Then Zhao Xu gently zipped up the side pocket of his backpack, stood up and walked to another store.

The three people in the distance have been watching the situation here, and when they saw the priest stand up suddenly, they thought there was a battle, and they were holding their weapons tightly, but found that the other party left directly.

It's just that their halfling teammates have been standing silently.

"It's a little weird, go and have a look." The white-haired warrior felt a little uncomfortable, and walked over with the other two teammates, carrying the giant sword on his back.

"What's the matter, Dwarf?" the white-haired warrior taunted, seeing that the wanderer was still motionless.

I saw this halfling wanderer turning around so stiffly, "Just now he gave me such a look after he finished speaking, it scared me to death, it's the kind of murderous look that really killed people, I'll go, this should It can't be an evil priest."

"Then why didn't you move?" The dwarf poet said angrily, "I thought you were dead."

"That's what's scary, you know, just now two tentacles tangled up and bound my feet, scaring me to death." The halfling wanderer said nervously.

At this time, his expression was agitated, and suddenly a fine wound less than half a finger long burst out on his face, bleeding.

At this time, the three of them couldn't help feeling numb behind them when they saw this scene. After a while, the white-haired soldier gritted his teeth and said, "Fool, wipe your face quickly."

At this moment, the halfling touched his face, only to realize that he had been stabbed silently on the face.

It's just as thin as a cicada's wing, so slight that it's hard to feel that the wound has only opened now.

This is the other party's little warning.

"It's really dangerous. This Arthur has invisible sword energy. If it is a little bit off, I will have my throat cut." The wanderer said with lingering fear.

"Yeah, if you succeeded just now, now I'm here to collect your body with your throat cut. The pastor is kind enough to deceive your sister, who knows if it's an evil pastor, you want the four of us to turn into zombies and jump behind each other Jumping and jumping?"

"Don't jump these days, this shabby town is owned by Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. I guess the other party is at least level 10 and above, and they don't need to teach you so quietly before they can cast spells." said the Elven Ranger.

After listening, the four of them all looked in the direction where the pastor disappeared, but they all had different thoughts.

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