I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages

"It really is a strange thing."

When Roger saw the "Crown of the White Crow" for the first time, he felt extraordinary.

When I got it, it was indeed a rather rare magical item.

Wonderful items are the same as forbidden items.

They all belong to the category that cannot be identified by the Qi Wang technique.

This made it impossible for Roger to further obtain accurate information about the Crown of the White Crow.

But even a gray dwarf can wear and use it, so Roger naturally doesn't worry that this strange object will rot in his hands forever.

Quickly putting away the "Crown of the White Crow", he continued to grope back and forth on the body of the gray dwarf leader.

"found it!"

Roger pulled hard and tore the thing off the duergar leader's neck.

It can be seen by the raging fire on the mountainside.

It is an amber bead.

This bead is extremely cool to touch, and it doesn't feel cold after a long time.

Roger cast the hope spell with eyes full of curiosity.

...

"Fire Orb (Treasure) of the Master of Wind: Makes the wearer not afraid of flames"

...

"This gray dwarf leader is too rich."

After reading the description, Roger couldn't help being amazed.

Every strange object and every treasure are priceless treasures.

Compared with these two treasures, the Sheluo demon's collection is nothing worth mentioning.

He put on the Fire Repelling Orb on the spot.

It's a perfect match for the Suicide Ring.

He can still vividly remember the scene where the gray dwarf leader rushed out of the sea of ​​fire just now——

Not only is the body unscathed, but even the clothes can be perfectly protected, which shows the mystery of the fire-dispelling beads.

"Is there a tomb of a martial arts master near the marshes?"

"Or is it a relic of a certain martial arts sect?"

He couldn't help thinking this way.

After searching again and again, it was confirmed that there was nothing oily about the leader of the gray dwarf.

Only then did Luo Jie stand up, and turned his gaze back to the battlefield below the mountain.

The ballista on the eastern hillside has also been destroyed.

Roger saw the familiar figure from behind——

Rachel rode Mishas and led a team of wyverns to expel the remaining gray dwarves on the mountain.

Cindy appeared at the highest point of the tower.

She was surrounded by emerald-like light, and she didn't know what the magic effect was.

Eric and others also cleared away the remaining monsters near the main entrance.

And that emerald young dragon soared back and forth over the enemy's formation even more arrogantly.

From time to time, he would swoop down and grab a few gray dwarves, then fly high and fall down hard!

Without the cover of the ballista, the rout of the gray dwarves is only a matter of time.

Seeing this scene, Roger could no longer be calm.

If you don't rush forward to pick up the head at this time, when will you wait?

...

The night was getting dark.

The formation of the gray dwarves gradually collapsed.

With the signal to retreat, a large number of gray dwarves started to flee in a panic.

And those gray dwarves who were severely injured by the dragon's breath and lost their ability to move were ruthlessly abandoned by their companions.

Outside the main gate of the village.

Many gray dwarf remnants were lying on the ground, howling.

The villagers who survived the catastrophe stood on the tower, looking at the situation outside in amazement.

The Emerald Drake is long gone.

But seeing a ghostly shadow like a god of death skillfully jumping left and right on the battlefield.

He held a rapier in his hand.

Facing the incapacitated gray dwarf, he struck out with heavy punches and sealed his throat with the sword.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

The wailing at the gate of the village went from crying to the ground at the beginning, and then became silent.

Everyone stared blankly at the ferocious swordsman, feeling a little familiar.

after awhile.

A small door next to the main entrance was slowly opened.

A charming woman came out of it.

Stab it!

It just so happened that Roger ended up losing the life of the last gray dwarf remnant soldier.

He retracted his sword and turned back.

A faint smile appeared on Cindy's tired face:

"You are not in love with little Rachel, are you?"

"Beforehand, she is mine."

Roger weighed the green clam sword, his eyes bright:

"Is there any poison?"

Cindy was visibly taken aback.

Probably because he didn't expect that Roger would bring up such a strange topic when they met again.

"have."

She thought about it, then nodded.

"Is there any poison that is colorless, odorless and very effective?"

Roger asked again.

Cindy frowned and said:

"How could there be such a thing in this world?"

Roger bared his teeth regretfully.

Judging by the purification methods in this world, it is indeed a luxury to find a colorless, odorless and highly toxic drug.

"However, we have a laxative that is hard to find."

Cindy thought about it:

"It's not a pure laxative, but it does have strong adverse reactions after a large dose."

"You're thinking……?"

Her thoughts were quick, and she had already realized Roger's intentions.

"Give me."

Roger said decisively:

"The higher the dose, the better."

"Tonight is the best chance, possibly the only chance."

Cindy's eyes flickered for a moment.

Finally, he nodded slightly.

...

Half an hour later, on the west side of Huangshi Island.

Outside a heavily guarded camp, Roger's figure quietly appeared.

In the camp, there were wailing sounds from time to time.

The gray dwarves guarding the gate were obviously out of their minds.

Although equipped with twice as many people as usual, the defense effect is poor.

Roger saw his opportunity.

Three or two feet stepped on the solid fence, and in a blink of an eye, he fell lightly into the camp.

This is one of the six camps built by the gray dwarves on Yellowstone Island.

Originally, there were at least 500 duergar in this camp.

But after the battle tonight, most of the camps lost troops.

the most important is.

Most of the gray dwarf guards faced the emerald dragonfly as enemies, and they had to eat several waves of "Dragon's Might".

Longwei is not something ordinary people can bear.

This kind of mental shock will continue to act on them.

This caused their originally impenetrable guard to become full of loopholes tonight.

That's why Roger said today might be the only chance.

Now, he has successfully blended into the camp of the gray dwarves, with only one main purpose——

Drug it!

Although it was just a laxative, it was enough for these monsters to drink a pot.

The so-called hunting is to do everything possible to weaken the enemy and strengthen oneself.

Roger is not the kind of person who cares about whether the means of killing the enemy are bright or not.

He wouldn't mind sending all the duergars to hell in one night if there was a poison that was potent and undetectable.

in the dark.

Roger walked lightly, looking three times with each step.

It didn't take long for him to go around the camp kitchen.

The defense of the duergar camp is typically tight on the outside and loose on the inside.

Surprisingly, there were only a few gray dwarf chef-like guys lying on the ground near the kitchen, sleeping soundly.

Seeing this, Roger simply walked over generously.

Do the same as in the previous two visited camps.

He added a double dose of laxative to the freshwater the duergar dwarves drank daily.

Naturally, the stored food cannot be let go.

"I hope these materials can reduce the toughness value."

Roger looked forward to it with all his heart.

If only this laxative was as amazing as Cindy said it would be.

Then tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, he will usher in the best harvest season.

...

Finish the medicine.

Roger left the kitchen, ready to wander around the nearby tents to see if there were any single wounded soldiers.

As long as you don't get discovered, it's okay to harvest a wave in advance.

He crept closer to the tent area.

Suddenly, a heated argument was heard.

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