I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages

It was dark in the pit.

Relying on low-light vision, Roger strode forward.

There was a substantial subsidence in the terrain ahead.

A series of steps appeared in front of Roger.

At the end of the steps, there was a tingling horror scene——

A bunch of bloody corpses were piled up there and left to rot.

Dried dark red blood stains mixed with piles of corpses, like a big mess of velvet curtain.

Roger identified it for a while before he was sure that these corpses belonged to humans.

"Where's their skin?"

Anger welled up in his heart, and soon he became vigilant.

He walked down the steps quickly and took a close look at the corpses.

"It was all stripped away completely."

"And the technique is very skillful!"

Roger's face darkened in a rare way.

The owner of this pit is so evil and hateful.

It is not difficult to see from the traces left on the body.

He's a master skinner.

Perhaps the act of skinning was as simple as eating and breathing for him.

Such an enemy...

Could it be the Shelob himself?

With this in mind, Roger walked around the pile of corpses and continued on.

...

This is a tunnel-like cave.

Roger was careful and "hidden" in five steps.

Going around a narrow bend, the lights in front of you are flickering.

He took a closer look.

It was a very wide underground space.

There are many tables and instruments.

It looks like a laboratory.

A short man in a bright red robe was facing away from him, lying on the table and writing quickly.

in the lab.

Various human organs and limbs are placed everywhere.

Roger struggled to catch his breath.

This is the most difficult time for him to suppress his anger since time travel!

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"Blood Mage Apprentice LV9 Life 45 Defense 5 Human/Undead"

"Spell Domain: Curse"

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"It really is a half-human, half-dead monster."

Roger has read the information about the Sheluo demon.

This monster was once a well-known mage in Gemstone City before the distortion. At that time, he declared that he had successfully transformed into a half-dead.

And the field of spells he studies is "evil spells".

The information fits perfectly.

You know, "evil spell" is a very evil field of magic.

Only those who are completely devoid of humanity can embark on this path.

Even if this guy is not a shelob, he is still a lackey of the shelob.

Roger was about to launch a surprise attack and stab him to death.

Suddenly, a dark wind blew overhead.

Roger didn't have time to raise his head, he hurriedly lowered his head and jumped back, avoiding the sneak attack of the sharp blade.

call!

The blade sliced ​​across the top of his head, brushing against his hair.

Roger knew he had been exposed, and he didn't bother to pretend.

Holding the Qingfu sword in his hand, he violently attacked the bloated monster.

"Cloud Mist Walk" activates.

After just five strokes.

The tip of the green clam sword with the holy water remaining successfully pierced the obese body of the knife-wielding monster in front of him.

But there was a sound of "呲".

Clouds of black air gushed out from the attacker's wound.

He himself collapsed like a balloon.

The black air dissipated.

There was only a human skin that seemed to be smiling but not smiling on the ground.

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"Human Skin Puppet LV9 Life 26 Defense 1 Weak Lightning/Fire/Sharp Items"

"Enchanting: Anthropomorphic Curse"

"Anthropomorphic curse: create a guard in human skin, possessing some of the attributes of life"

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"Ho ho ho ho."

"A very energetic young man with a quick response."

The short mage put down his pen and turned to look at Roger.

His skin was very white, as if he had applied a dozen layers of powder.

His chin was raised high, his arrogance was clearly visible, and his tone was also condescending:

"Just broke my puppet, do you want to replace him as my guard?"

Without further ado, Roger drew his sword and went!

There's nothing to talk about with this kind of demon heretic.

The short mage stood up abruptly, grabbed a bottle of dark green jelly with his left hand, and quickly opened the mouth of the bottle.

The incantation sounded one after another.

between breaths.

Six green lights emerged from his chest, and they shot towards the menacing Roger without looking back!

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"Powerful Sulfuric Acid Arrow: Level 1 spell, which can summon 4~6 sulfuric acid arrows to attack the enemy, causing 10 points of damage per arrow; once the sulfuric acid arrow hits the target and causes damage, the target will be given the effect of 'corrosion'."

"Corrosion: Corrode the target with an acidity of 9, depending on the corroded part, the HP will be deducted (skin: 2 points/minute)"

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In this world polluted by high-dimensional magic power, under the same ring number, the power of spells is significantly higher than other moves.

For example, this powerful sulfuric acid arrow.

In this relatively narrow terrain, this thing is simply a nightmare for melee occupations.

Once he failed to escape, there was only death waiting for him.

But Roger didn't care.

He has a sword in his hand and a fire in his heart.

So he bumped into it head-on!

"Hiss~"

The short mage took a breath in surprise, and immediately complained to himself:

"Waste a good skin..."

But he hasn't finished speaking yet.

Then I saw Roger rushing over against the spell!

The sulfuric acid arrows only caused some damage to his clothes.

He himself was unscathed!

"Ah! How can this be..."

The short mage jumped up in panic.

He frantically began to chant the second mantra.

Unfortunately it was too late.

Roger remembered it well.

There will be a period of "refractory period" after each spell cast by a first-ring mage.

It will take at least ten seconds before he can use the second spell.

And ten seconds is enough for Roger to stab him a hundred and eighty times.

Puff puff!

The Qingfu sword pierced through several vital points of the short mage instantly like a superficial touch on water.

After a few breaths.

The short mage just stared at him with his mouth crooked, and his body collapsed to the ground like mud.

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"You killed the blood mage apprentice"

"You gained 5 XP"

"You got 16 points of chivalry"

...

Looking at the 16 points of chivalry, Roger was not half happy.

Because he knows what it means.

I calmed down.

Roger quickly searched the laboratory.

From the relics, Roger sorted out a lot of useful information——

The short mage was called Moss.

He is from another planet.

Half a year ago, because of his mentor's order, he specially came to join the Sheluo demon.

This laboratory was built for him by the shelob, so that Moss could study evil spells.

But correspondingly, Moss had to make a "perfect human skin" for Shelob.

From Moss' experiment log, it is not difficult to know that in the past six months, the Sheluo demon's demand for human skin has increased sharply.

Moss had complained more than once about the cramp in Peeling's hand.

Just half a year.

Three hundred human skins.

This is the answer sheet that Moss handed in.

But the shelob still didn't seem to be satisfied, and he kept urging Moss to work overtime.

In order to ensure the supply of population, Sheluo himself personally led the skeleton soldiers, went south along the Knight's Road, and plundered a large number of people along the way!

What is even more outrageous.

When Moss skinned people, he had to ask for them to be alive; sometimes the skin was gone, and the person was still alive in pain.

Although this kind of creature has a human soul, it is no different from a monster.

"Shiluo demon...damn it!"

Silently close the experiment log.

Roger took a deep breath for tens of seconds before he set his sights on another thin book.

Mystra Universal Spells.

He opened the book, checked the catalog, and found what he wanted.

After a while.

...

"You have mastered the ninth curse of Mystra"

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