I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages

Follow the sound of quarreling.

Roger came outside a larger tent.

He saw two duergars pushing each other hard at the tent door.

After meeting so many times, Roger also guessed that this is a habit of the gray dwarves to settle disputes.

finally.

In the curse of the stronger gray dwarf.

Another duergar who looked like a guard was driven away in disgrace.

Roger looked at the waist of the gray dwarf who left, showing a thoughtful expression.

"If I remember correctly, the leader of the gray dwarf that I killed also had a piece of brass on it, and the number 3 was also marked on it."

"Could it be Camp No. 3?"

"So, the gray dwarf who entered the tent just now is the deputy leader of the camp?"

Combining the various signs observed, Roger has some guesses in his mind:

It may be because the leader of Camp No. 3 died in battle, and the deputy commander wanted to occupy his tent.

The gray dwarf who looked like a guard should be the leader's confidant.

He wants to hold the tent.

The result was naturally driven away.

"So, this is the tent of the leader?"

Touching the Fire Repelling Bead in his bosom, Roger's mind became active.

He is still very interested in the origin of this treasure.

If there were really relics of the Martial Arts Sect in the swamp, maybe he could find more useful things for him.

So he looked around.

After confirming that there was no one there, he quietly walked in.

...

The light in the tent is very dark and there is a lot of space.

When Roger touched it, he could already hear the deep snoring of the deputy leader of the gray dwarves.

It seems that Longwei has a greater influence on the gray dwarves than Roger imagined.

But Roger didn't care.

With low-light vision, he quickly made a preliminary assessment of the environment.

Then it moved forward at a moderate frequency, testing the perception range of the deputy commander little by little.

The air hope technique is displayed.

The deputy is a rare duergar warlock.

This is great news for Roger.

A full scale of spell resistance doesn't care whether the person you cast is a warlock or a mage.

Accompanied by Roger tiptoe forward.

In a blink of an eye, the distance between the two sides was less than five meters.

The duergar warlock was still snoring loudly.

Roger's eyes narrowed into a line, and suddenly he smiled:

"Are you playing tricks with me here?"

In the dimness, he could vaguely see the light of the gray dwarf warlock's knife hidden under the quilt.

It was a sharp dagger.

This guy should have discovered himself a long time ago, probably because he wanted to make a fool of himself.

Too bad his snoring frequency gave him away.

How can anyone make such a neat snoring sound?

It's like going forward during military training.

Too fake.

What's more, Roger also has strong low-light vision, and he noticed his small movements one step ahead.

Everything that follows is naturally logical:

Roger feigned a move.

The gray dwarf warlock made a backhand stab, and at the same time wanted to call for help.

Roger, who had a plan in advance, easily dodged, and pierced his throat with a green clam sword, and then lightly picked him!

The gray dwarf warlock declares GG!

His vocal cords were easily broken by the Qingfu sword.

Calling for help has also become a silent cry with empty lips.

...

"You killed 1 gray dwarf of the swamp, and killed 500 gray dwarves of the swamp in total"

"You have obtained a new milestone - Race Butcher, corresponding title: Executioner"

"You got 1 Milestone Point"

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"Executioner (junior title)"

"Wear effect 1: When you launch a critical attack on a humanoid creature, hit +3"

"Wearing Effect 2: Drow Friendship +10"

...

Scanning the data column, the effect of this title is still good.

Roger decisively chose to exchange and wear it.

His main focus is the hit bonus when making vital attacks.

As for effect 2.

Since he traveled, he has never seen an elf, let alone a drow.

Drag the body of the gray dwarf warlock aside and hide it.

Roger started looting the contents of the tent.

It turns out that he guessed right.

This tent was indeed led by the duergar who knew martial arts.

The proof is the two martial arts cheats that Roger found in the tent!

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"Ordinary Martial Arts Cheats (Plum Blossom Pile)"

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"Superb Martial Arts Cheats (Drunken Master)"

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It's a pity that he can't learn these two martial arts cheats.

Roger didn't know the exact reason either.

It may be that the prerequisites for learning the cheats have not been met.

After all, although the profession of Xiayin has some similarities with martial artists, they are not completely similar.

"Fortunately, that gray dwarf leader didn't learn "Drunken Fist". "

"Otherwise I really can't accept it!"

Roger really couldn't imagine the scene of a gray dwarf throwing a drunken fist at himself.

However, if the situation of the gray dwarf leader is not a special case, then it seems that some bold speculations can be made——

For example, in the former Mystra, the martial arts civilization may have been very brilliant!

In this case, it is understandable for other races to know a little martial arts.

An elf with Zamabu, an orc who smashed a boulder in his chest, an undead who practiced the real martial arts seven-section sword...

Once you accept such a setting, it's quite emotional when you think about it.

...

Pressing his unfounded imagination, Roger continued to search for loot.

In addition to martial arts cheats, he found a lot of money.

The duergar leader is rich.

Roger roughly estimated that there were at least seven or eight hundred copper tokens in the tent.

It seems that it is not unreasonable for the other gray dwarves to be so poor.

"Huh? What is this? A ghost drawing talisman?"

Near the head of the bed.

Roger looked at the roll of parchment in his hand, lost in thought.

The scroll of parchment was hidden in a very secret location.

He thought it was a magic scroll at first, but when he opened it, there were a lot of colorful lines drawn on it, as well as some obscure marks.

"Probably a map."

After watching for two minutes, Roger vaguely guessed the truth.

No way, this painting is too abstract.

The lines are like viaducts, very intricate.

"Why are they marked in different colors?"

Roger forced himself to think like a duergar.

His instinct told him that this map might not be that simple.

"If it's a map, why is it drawn like this?"

"Isn't it too complicated for gray dwarves?!"

"Why are there different signs for the same place?"

Ideas expand rapidly.

Soon, Roger figured out the joints.

This is indeed a map.

But not on the surface.

It's a map of the dungeon!

Near the swamp, there is an underground city extending in all directions!

If this assumption holds true.

It can also explain where so many gray dwarves came from.

To speculate further.

The place where the gray dwarves leader obtained martial arts cheats and strange objects is also underground?

for a while.

Roger thought a lot.

...

Finally, Roger carefully put away the map.

The things in the tent have been touched in all directions.

Duergar warlocks don't have much oil and water on them.

Only one topaz wrench that increases the speed of energy recovery is useful.

After Roger accepted it with a smile, he left the place.

He didn't leave Camp No. 3 directly, but touched the small tents.

tonight.

There are many duergar who have suffered from dragon's power and are suffering in their dreams.

Roger will grant them relief.

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