I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages

"It's a little closer to the expansion slot..."

Roger understood.

It is impossible to get so many honor points easily in a normal battle.

Only the necromancer gave him this face.

He must seize this opportunity.

However, the group of necromancers in front of him has been drained by him, and he has lost the ability to continue to produce.

Roger could only shake his head regretfully.

Then they sent them all away with a slap in the face.

These guys have contributed their final value one after another.

...

"You killed 1 Necromancer, 21 Necromancers in total"

"You got 18 points of XP and 25 points of chivalry"

...

"You got Perception Fragment*2"

"Cumulative perception fragments: 71 pieces"

...

"It will be exchanged for 1 point of perception soon."

Roger looked away contentedly.

Near the battlefield.

A small number of undead creatures still roam.

In Roger's eyes.

These are all mobile honor points.

Never go to waste!

He rushed out like flying, speeding up the finishing work.

It took less than five minutes.

There is no longer any complete skeleton in the vicinity.

Everyone began to search for loot.

Roger walked on the sea of ​​bones, picking and picking skillfully.

not far away.

The woodpecker dragged the mace with one hand, looking a little tired.

Seeing Roger approaching, he asked cautiously:

"Master, is it over?"

Roger glanced at him, and casually threw a bottle of "Turtle Power" in the past, his tone could not hide his enthusiasm:

"On the contrary."

"This is just the beginning."

During the conversation.

A ray of sunlight came out from the east.

Its daybreak.

...

afternoon.

In the middle of the Autumn Wind Mountains.

Different locations, similar underground camps.

Roger sat alone in the empty room, holding a handful of "Echo Beads" in his hand and looking at it carefully.

Low-level undead move very slowly in sunlight, so armies of undead usually don't appear during the day.

This just gave him a chance to rest.

Horned fiends digging burrows is indeed a unique skill.

After resting for a few hours, he got up to take stock of his harvest.

no doubt.

These beads from the trait "Echoes of the Dead" are the most special loot.

After observing for a while.

He grabbed the darkest ones and crushed them lightly.

next moment.

The echo of the soul from the Death Prophet sounded in his ears.

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"My divination skills have improved to another level.

Icadore assured me that I was now a true prophet.

I still have doubts about it.”

...

"I accurately predicted the destruction of that town!

Is that the power of the 'Destroying Ember Cloud'? That was just too scary.

Perhaps Icadore is right, and I should use these powers for a greater cause, such as—

south! "

...

"The chief mage Wellington is a guy who does more than fail;

As for Marlena, her brain was completely eaten by the negative energy!

She even dressed beautifully in front of us half-dead.

No one really wants to try bone scum, right?

Hmph, if she dares to seduce me.

I can give her at most two shinbones—no, at most one! "

...

"I prophesied a fearsome opponent!

Of the 149 futures I see, there is only one in which I have a chance of winning.

I can't count on the others at all, they can't even deal with that paladin.

I must take risks.

This is a matter of the survival of Gray Rock City and Icadore's will. I must take a risk! "

...

One after another, soul echoes sounded.

For a moment, Roger seemed to be in the box of the KTV in his previous life.

I can only silently endure the 360-degree surround sound with no dead ends.

But the information contained in these voices is extremely valuable.

It solved many doubts in Roger's mind.

He didn't understand it before.

Even if the death prophet foresaw his behavior of hoarding experience, why did he have to use his own life to cheat experience?

He can devise all kinds of traps to slowly drain Roger's basic experience pool!

Now the truth is out.

This guy was fooled by divination!

This incident also confirmed Roger's conjecture - superstitious divination is not an act of a wise man.

"However... it may also be related to Icadore."

When he heard this name for the first time, Roger was also a little surprised, with a feeling of "Why is it you again".

However, Mystra was originally a small planet, and it was normal for a miserable evil god like Ayi to cast his net everywhere.

He just suspected that the Death Prophet was deceived by Icadore.

As for purpose.

It is not yet known.

besides.

What Roger is more concerned about is the "Destroyer Ember Cloud" mentioned by the Death Prophet.

I don't know if it's the cloud in his memory.

Unfortunately.

Until all the Echo Orbs left by the Death Prophet are pinched.

He also failed to find any more information about the Ember Cloud.

...

The rest of the echo beads belong to the necromancers.

Roger simply pinched in turn.

Accompanied by his action.

Souls with different personalities began to talk about their experiences in life.

Just listened to a few words.

Roger seemed to see their whole life.

This feeling is amazing, and it is easy to immerse yourself in it.

at the begining of.

Only Roger was listening.

And when the last bead was crushed.

There was already a large circle of strong men standing behind Roger—there was an atmosphere of a group of people listening to a small midnight broadcast.

It's a pity that the value of the remaining echo beads is not high.

Roger only extracted one crucial phrase from it——

"time is limited".

Recall those words of the bone dragon knight.

Roger couldn't help but feel a little heavy.

...

After driving away the idle horned demons, Roger came to another room and officially counted the spoils.

Necromancers are indeed poor.

But fortunately, little makes more, so the quality of this batch of spoils is not low.

Roger made a preliminary classification of the pile of spoils by using the qi-watching technique.

Most of the things he was going to dump to the horned monsters.

The younger brothers are stronger, and the efficiency of helping him to work will be higher.

The rest of the stuff is top-notch.

Roger naturally wanted to keep it for himself.

The first is Lancer's staff.

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"Two-Headed Snake Staff"

"Rating: S+"

"Embedded: Primordial Stone (Negative Energy)*3"

"Attribute: Mana recovery speed increased by 20%"

"Enchantment 1: Advanced Summon Viper"

"Enchanting 2: Kiss of the Two-Headed Serpent (Stance Driven)"

...

The attributes of this staff are quite good, especially with two spells enchanted.

"Advanced Summon Viper" is an upgraded version of the spell attached to the Ring of Scarmora.

"Kiss of the Two-Headed Serpent" is a rare spell driven by "stance" rather than "spell".

when using it.

The wielder simply pokes the staff at the enemy.

The protrusions on both sides of the top of the staff will turn into real fangs and penetrate into the enemy's body, and inject a large amount of toxin in one breath, giving the target a fatal blow!

This spell is very insidious.

Because it is driven by posture, there is no need for any preparation posture to highlight a surprise.

Roger loved it.

He was going to save it for stabbing people when he pretended to be a mage in the future.

...

The second item is also from Death Prophet.

It was a supernatural prop that was extremely confusing.

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"Fairy Veil (Mask) (Extraordinary)"

"Rating: S"

"Effect of wearing: Your charm is increased to 18 points"

"Special: When wearing this item, your sexual characteristics will completely disappear"

"Restriction: Male/Virgin"

...

"The charm of 18 points is indeed very attractive."

"If the side effects only appear during the wearing period, it is barely acceptable."

"What does this restriction mean?"

Roger was silent for a while.

Then how should he be counted as someone who lost his body in the past life and is perfect in this life?

He hesitated for a moment.

Decided to practice true knowledge.

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