I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages

...

Checkpoint door.

The originally bustling Black Blood Army had long since disappeared.

As previously detected by the Wolf of Slander.

They retreated collectively to the sampan platform at Transfer Station No. 1.

Just a glimpse from afar.

Roger sensed the traps and barriers one after another.

It seems that the unfavorable start of the Destruction Pool has aroused the high vigilance of the Black Blood Army.

They showed a full defensive posture.

It is extremely difficult for anyone to approach that platform quietly.

Roger's words.

will be slightly simpler.

But this time.

He wasn't going to play the trick of sneaking in silently.

At the moment Roger casually opened a sneak.

Led by the Wolf of Slander.

Start your journey through the maze-like environment surrounding the checkpoint.

There is still a distance between the transit stations.

Roger wasn't walking fast.

on the one hand.

He was observing the real situation of the Black Blood Army from a distance.

on the other hand.

Yes, he still has things to attend to.

...

first.

When I just left the platform of the pool of destruction.

Roger found Ji Qiu through voice transmission.

"If everyone has rested, go to the checkpoint.

Watch out for the greasy monster army here.

Their leader has been killed by me.

But there are many ordinary monsters.

When these greasy monsters die, they will form very precious blocks of whale oil.

These materials must be collected.

But be careful not to mislead them.

Will eat the dead..."

After explaining everything in detail.

Only then did Roger turn his attention away from the elite group.

In the face of Roger's words like a cannonball.

Ji Qiu held back for a long time and only replied:

"My lord, what about you?"

Roger voice transmission:

"I'll go next door and have a look."

hear this.

Ji Qiu didn't say anything anymore.

I don't know if he didn't practice well in sound transmission.

Or he already knew what was going to happen next.

...

Secondly.

in the process of walking.

Roger has more than half of his attention on this newborn pet.

"Missing" is less than the size of a palm.

It's a very thin elf.

Compared with the chubby Sandy.

This kid is so skinny!

Perhaps because of this.

It easily aroused Roger's affection.

From the looks of it.

It has big eyes and very nice double eyelids.

More spiritual than the celestial elves.

Its temperament is gentle and quiet.

Gives a feeling of timidity.

Honestly.

Roger has never been able to associate this appearance with the word "naughty".

Maybe it was because of Roger's fiery gaze.

Miss shrank her neck in trepidation.

suddenly.

It babbles.

It turned into a white belt wrapped around Roger's waist.

Roger touched it.

The texture feels very good.

"It's a pity that it can't be used as a storage device..."

When he thought so.

But Missing's weak voice came from my ear:

"Owner……"

"You don't have to keep staring at me, I'm very good."

"It won't cause trouble."

Listen to that gentle voice like water.

Roger felt like his heart was about to melt.

At the moment, he gently stroked the white belt.

Softly comforted:

"Don't be afraid, I believe in you..."

...

"Hint: Your pet naughty spirit has +1 favorability with you"

...

See this line of words.

Roger moved his hand away calmly.

In the blink of an eye.

A hidden qi covered the belt.

This is the shallowest and most covert way of stimulating Wan Du Gang.

I didn't even notice "missing" myself.

"I really believe you are a ghost!"

Roger sneered:

"This is a naughty spirit born in Mystra..."

"No matter how pitiful I am, I have to defend myself!"

...

After ensuring that the naughty spirit is within the protection range of Wandugang and will not cause trouble.

Roger finally shifted his attention to the holy sword in his hand.

After leaving the gate.

Griffith remained silent.

This guy seems to want to avoid liquidation by pretending to be an ostrich.

Unfortunately.

Roger was not so easy to fool.

He followed the wolf of slander to the border of the sampan district.

Immediately afterwards.

He found a 'hide' behind a cargo box.

Then he stared at Griffith intently.

He doesn't speak either.

Just look at it.

finally.

Griffith was horrified, and actively whispered:

"You, what are you doing?"

"Didn't you say to eliminate interference items?"

"I'm really not..."

Roger smiled slightly:

"Before eliminating the distracting items, I suddenly remembered that there are still a few debts I haven't settled with you."

Griffith said angrily:

"I have my own reasons..."

"Shut up!"

Roger said arrogantly.

Griffith was silent as expected.

Roger flicked the edge of the holy sword with his index finger with great interest.

There was a soft bang.

There was a clear bloodstain on the back of his finger.

"It's still so sharp..."

Roger sighed.

next second.

He said seriously:

"You hurt me, how is the account settled?"

Griffith was dumbfounded:

"you you you……"

"I've never seen such brazenness...forget it..."

"I don't know how to settle accounts! You can calculate how you want, right?"

When it comes to the last sentence.

His tone was full of helplessness and sadness.

Roger pondered for a moment.

Suddenly said:

"This meeting, why are you so afraid of me?"

In fact, he had already noticed Griffith's abnormality.

It stands to reason.

This guy is an immortal holy sword.

Even if Roger is about to ascend to heaven.

He doesn't have to talk to himself in such a humble manner, does he?

The current Griffith is compared with the previous holy sword of raising pigs.

It's like a fairy who fell from the clouds to hell.

It is easy to make people have bad associations

Do not misunderstand.

Roger simply wondered if he was really Griffith!

...

"W-Where is there..."

Griffith stammered:

"I treat you, no, my attitude towards you has always been pretty good, right?"

"I'm not afraid of you either."

Roger nodded thoughtfully.

"So you're afraid of my hands?"

talking.

His right hand quickly ravaged Griffith wantonly.

"Please, don't touch it, it's itchy..."

Griffith became annoyed and said:

"Your hand of subduing wisdom has no effect on me!"

Roger said 'oh'.

Turn around and open another specialty.

...

"Reminder: You are using 'Gold and Silver Hand (Freehand Forging)' on the holy sword Griffith"

...

"This material is really good..."

"If you buckle it down and use it as a toothpick, it should be quite sharp, right?"

Roger's big menacing hands roamed Griffith with impunity.

"Please, please stop..."

Griffith's voice sounded soft.

He said in a tone almost begging for mercy:

"I do need your help!"

"Compared to your stupid apprentice and that stupid blond girl with a questionable background, you are more suitable to deal with the scavenger!"

"Listen, Roger, the only reason I changed my attitude towards you is because of the scavenger. You don't understand how terrible it is. The current situation on the moon may be worse than I imagined!"

"If we can't get rid of the Scavenger, then everything about Mystra will be meaningless!"

"Do you understand it?"

Roger shook his head like a rattle:

"not understand."

"The scavenger you mentioned, will it swallow Mystra in one gulp after it wakes up?"

Griffith sighed and said:

"Roughly the same……"

"Probably not that bad, but not much better."

"In short, we must not revive the Scavenger."

"We may be the strongest combination on this planet. You and I shouldn't haggle over every detail, but should put aside the past and work together."

Roger smiled lightly:

"What you said makes sense."

"I can ignore the fact that you violated our agreement. After eating and drinking for free for thirty years, you not only ate almost all the biological assets of Qingquanzong, but also kidnapped my apprentice..."

"But you have to answer some questions for me

...

How much did your memory recover?

Why did Mystra destroy the Golden House back then?

How much do you know about Mystra's reincarnation?

as her sword.

How much do you know about her personally?

at last.

World Extermination Forbidden Curse.

What exactly is going on?

...

above these questions.

You can answer slowly.

I am very patient.

In the face of these problems.

I suddenly felt less anxious about eliminating distractors. "

...

Roger showed his trademark gentle smile.

The silent Griffith seems to have come to the cold winter months.

after a long time.

He answered with difficulty:

"My memory is not recovered much, and the memory of the scavenger has always existed."

"As for Mystra, I'm sorry, I only remember that I once followed a god, but whether that god is Mystra or not, I still don't have the impression."

"And the World Extermination Forbidden Curse..."

"If you really help me get rid of the scavenger, then I will tell you everything I know, without omission!"

Griffith's tone was sincere and sincere.

"I hope you don't care so much about the life of the entire planet..."

"I hate moral hijacking."

Roger gripped the blade hard.

A sizzling sound came out.

In Griffith's cry of pain.

The sword edge of the holy sword was twisted by about 0.5 degrees!

"But I promise you, I will help you get rid of the scavenger."

Roger said flatly:

"When it's done, remember your promise, otherwise it won't be as simple as breaking the bend."

"I'm going to melt you down completely."

Griffith did not dare to breathe:

"Fully understand."

"alright."

The cold temperament faded away in an instant.

A smile came back on Roger's face:

"Agreement is one thing, settlement is another."

"Let's get into the happy reckoning."

"According to my calculations."

"You owe me or Qingquanzong 1 million pigs now..."

Griffiths suddenly turned pale with shock:

"Didn't I only eat 100,000 heads?"

"Plus your lazy work over the past thirty years."

Roger said with a smile:

"And I also took care of the mess you caused by running away. You have to count the cost?"

"Also, considering inflation..."

Griffith was shocked again:

"Do pigs bloat too?"

Roger ignored him.

Whispered and calculated to himself.

Finally came to a conclusion:

"Next, you have to protect the mountain for Qingquanzong for free for 1,000 years."

"During this period, you can eat whatever they give you. As for whether you have meat or not, it depends on your performance."

"Here."

"You sign this contract first."

Snapped.

An unequal treaty written by a professional contractor was directly slapped on Griffith's face.

The latter trembled all over.

Roger narrowed his eyes slightly.

He wants to see it.

To what extent can Griffith tolerate himself!

"If things are abnormal, there must be demons."

"This guy is so weird, there may be some pitfalls waiting for me... I have to keep a hand!"

Roger is ready for Griffith to turn his face at any time.

Who knew that this guy had carefully examined the contract.

Literally signed his name on it!

...

"Holy Sword of Destruction: Griffith Mystra"

...

When signing this name.

Roger couldn't help but glance at him.

Griffith was also slightly taken aback.

"Then, then I should, indeed, it was Master Mystra who followed..."

His voice is not awkward.

But Roger was embarrassed for him.

"never mind."

"This kind of unequal treaty has been signed. This is a contract that is determined by the will of purgatory. Even an immortal-level holy sword can't violate it. At most, it's a stroke of water... It seems that the pressure that the scavenger puts on him is really great. .”

Roger thought.

He signed his name on the contract.

after the contract is formed.

Griffith breathed a sigh of relief.

It's a pity it didn't take long for him to relax.

Roger patted his sword hilt unpreparedly:

"It's just been counted as a public account."

"We still have some personal grievances..."

Griffith gave up on himself and said:

"Forget it."

"As long as you can help me get rid of the scavenger..."

"It's up to you!"

"It's up to you!"

Roger coughed.

He nodded happily and said:

"Do not worry.

Don't look at the bunch of devils I have under my hands.

Actually, I'm pretty decent myself.

I will never depend on you for a penny..."

After a while.

When Griffith, who signed the two deeds of sale, walked out of the back of the cargo box in a daze.

Roger's figure has disappeared.

Instead.

They are clusters of fluffy yellow hairs fluttering in the wind.

...

...

"We have a traitor among us!"

Black blood army base.

A small meeting room in the simulator warehouse.

Othello and Johnny are arguing red-faced.

The former insisted that the "Black Curse Group 648" lied.

The latter view is different from his.

The fallen magician said seriously:

"You have to trust my mind reading skills, our people have no problem with loyalty..."

Speaking of which.

He paused.

Then he sighed very hard and said:

"You have to admit, we were tricked."

"And that person may be next door to us."

What Johnny meant was obvious.

The "Black Curse Group 648" who mixed into them was probably one of the group of martial artists next door!

"His methods are too subtle."

"We haven't been able to identify the problem so far."

Johnny shook his head and said:

"And I always have an uneasy feeling, Monroe's death is too strange, this place is too evil!"

Othello stared sharply:

"Then what to do?"

"Is it just retreating like this?"

"We didn't even find what we wanted, and the personnel were not damaged, so we retreated directly?"

Johnny was silent.

after awhile.

He suddenly beamed with joy.

Then he took out a crystal ball from his pocket and placed it on the table.

The crystal ball gradually expanded.

Eventually it became the size of a pumpkin.

A calm face emerged on the surface of the crystal ball.

Compared with his calmness.

His background is much more complicated.

Othello and Johnny at least saw a thousand tentacles dangling behind him!

...

"Weilan... finally got in touch with you."

Fallen magician Johnny whispered:

"We had a little trouble on the white whale. Monroe died and couldn't even keep the Horcrux."

In the crystal ball.

Weilan nodded slightly:

"I see."

"Things do have a lot of variables. I guess you met some martial artists in the sky?"

Johnny nodded in conviction:

"Indeed."

"There is also an upgraded martial artist among them, but we haven't played against each other yet..."

"By the way, we were attacked by an insidious sword before. That sword is very similar to the Ember Extinguishing Sword you mentioned."

Here Johnny and Veran are eagerly in touch.

The sword master Othello over there folded his hands on his chest and said nothing.

...

Inside the Salvation Church.

Also divided into many factions.

Vilan is a spellcaster with a level of only 89.

Although his attainments in evil spells are very profound.

For this reason, he was awarded the titles of 'Dominator' and 'Great Mage'.

However, there are still complaints about letting him serve as the vice president.

Like Monroe.

This fellow mage has always looked down on Vilan.

It's just that the Salvation Society has strict internal rules.

He never had a chance to make a move.

Or Othello.

He was also dissatisfied with Vilan's relatively low rank and high position.

But Othello has deeper thoughts.

He once suspected that Weilan was hiding his strength.

Otherwise, the leader of the Salvation Society, known for its utilitarianism, would not have rejected all arguments and appointed him as the vice president.

So in the past.

Othello can barely maintain a neutral attitude.

But after Mystra.

Because of the loss of the deterrence of the president of the Salvation Society.

After several trials.

Othello loses his respect for Vilan.

He didn't take Weilan's words as a decree like Johnny.

Especially in this situation.

...

"Maybe he killed Monroe."

"I have to be careful too."

Othello thought coldly:

"These spellcasters don't have any good things. I'd like to see what advice Vilan will give us..."

Between thoughts.

Vilan's calm tone came from the crystal ball:

"Everyone evacuates!"

"Do not hesitate."

"I'm afraid you are in big trouble!"

hear this.

Othello couldn't help standing up:

"Evacuate? To put it bluntly? This is a task issued by the chairman himself. If we evacuate like this, who will bear the responsibility?"

Weilan's tone was a little messy:

"The responsibility is of course your own."

"The president's punishment will not kill you."

"But the troubles to come may be..."

talking.

His spell communication was suddenly interrupted for a moment.

It's been a long time.

The screen returned to calm again.

"Understood, I will consider it."

Johnny nodded cautiously:

"correct."

"What's the situation with you?"

"How do I see so many tentacles?"

in the picture.

Wei Lan said without looking back:

"It's nothing, I'm negotiating with the ancient evils..."

"You call this a negotiation?"

Johnny said dumbfounded:

"If I'm not mistaken, that ancient evil is about to be killed by you, right?"

Wei Lan said nothing.

Othello couldn't help coming over:

"Is this your real strength? Vilan?"

Wei Lan smiled:

"No, these are illusions."

"Wish ya'll good luck."

talking.

The spell communication came to an end.

Only Johnny and Othello were left looking at each other.

"So……"

"Evacuate, or continue?"

Johnny cleared his throat and asked.

Othello snorted coldly:

"Do as you please, anyway, my troops and I will not evacuate!"

The voice fell.

Suddenly there was a sound of panicked footsteps outside!

"What's wrong?"

Othello frowned.

He grabbed the visitor by the collar and lifted him in the air:

"You'd better give me a reasonable explanation."

"It's not good, my lord leader!"

"There's a furry kobold outside!"

"Kobolds?"

Othello is wondering.

In the peripheral vision.

The figure of the fallen magician Johnny disappeared without a trace!

Othello's heart skipped a beat.

He just wanted to drop the human body.

It can be next second.

A terrifying gust of wind blew up flat.

The room where the simulator was installed was directly blown away.

A personal figure was swept by the strong wind towards the mountain-like phantom not far away!

Even Othello himself resisted only for a moment.

Not long.

He was sucked into the mouth of that phantom!

screams.

The sky shook!

...

"Record: You activated the incarnation of the yellow-bearded Taoist"

...

"You activated the specialty: Spiritual Body"

...

"You consumed 1 drop of lesser oil, and you used Tengu's specialty 'Swallowing Sun'"

...

"Sunri: You swallowed 16,124 black blood soldiers..."

...

"Calculating attribute fragments..."

...

"You killed Juggernaut Othello (Practicer of the Kingdom of God/Jugger/LV99/Elite)"

...

"Execution Order: Your Juggernaut Status +0.04"

...

"Jugger Saint Personality: You can gain extra benefits in the practice and battle of the Juggernaut.

Charisma +50% when you use a sword;

You are proficient in most of the origins and main points of swordsmanship and sword moves (knowledge: swordsmanship 400+);

When someone, especially a girl, is watching.

Your understanding of swordsmanship will be improved;

If and only when using a sword as a weapon.

As long as your reaction is fast enough.

You can 'block' 99% of the attacks with the sword.

...

You have obtained the random personality feat - bare-handed and sword-handed"

...

"Empty hand to sword: When you are unarmed, you can perform a palm-to-palm 'parry' on the enemy's weapon with both hands.

As long as the enemy's level does not exceed your level 40 or more.

This parry has a 100% success rate.

...

Enemy Weapon Requirements:

...

1. Cutting edge, edged.

2. Non-blunt instruments

3. Non-biological weapons

...

Remarks: There is a certain chance of causing the tiger's mouth to bleed"

...

"It's comfortable...er..."

On the platform of transfer station No. 1.

Roger, who turned into a tengu, couldn't help hiccupping.

This wave of sneak attacks was quite successful.

Tengu's trick is very humane.

Only objects judged to be monsters by the evil mark will be swallowed into its belly.

The remaining drudgery and slaves will only be carried away by the wind for a short while.

It will then return to its original position.

It couldn't have been more convenient for Roger.

"Brother Huangbeard's body is really useful!"

Roger praised vigorously in his heart:

"It's just too much gas."

"Maybe it's been used too frequently recently..."

...

Between thoughts.

He took a cursory count of the receipt.

Attribute Fragmentation.

At least doubled.

Because it happened so suddenly.

The naughty spirit has no chance to pretend.

So what it brings to Roger is a purely positive benefit.

As for Juggernaut Othello.

Roger really didn't expect this guy to be so watery.

He didn't feel anything when he was stuffy.

As for this "sword saint personality".

No matter how he looked at him, he looked more like some kind of idol personality.

Its effect can only be said to be so-so.

Blocking this kind of thing looks good.

But Roger preferred to attack.

...

"Who has nothing to do all day to pick up swords with bare hands!"

He secretly complained.

Fortunately, Othello himself is a little watery.

Roger found a nice treasure in his leftover booty!

In the field of vision of the qi technique.

That baby can be said to be steaming with purple air.

Roger incarnated.

He weighed it in the palm of his hand.

See it with the naked eye.

That's a needle.

...

"Spiritual Breaking Needle (Wonderful Item/Consumable)"

...

"Use: It can break all seals, commandments or oaths"

...

"Usage: Just poke it directly, if you can't poke it once, you can poke it several times"

...

"Remaining available times: 2"

...

"This thing is obviously used against mages, monks or paladins."

"Break everything?"

"It's kind of evil..."

Think so.

Roger quickly took out a treasure that had been in ashes for a long time!

"Just use you to try!"

Without any explanation, he pressed the "Pot of Greed (Self-Sealing)" to the ground.

Then use the god-breaking needle to poke at the spout of the pot!

puff!

puff!

puff!

Weird sounds sounded one after another.

Not long.

The Pot of Greed responded.

Suddenly, a circle of sour water came out of the mouth of the pot!

...

"Reminder: 'Pot of Greed' has been unsealed"

...

"Remaining available times: 1"

...

"It's done!"

"The Pot of Greed is available again!"

Roger fondly touched the spout of the pot of greed.

And in the process.

Roger noticed too.

The thin and long silver needle became somewhat dimmed.

The data bar is displayed.

The remaining usable times of "Breaking Precepts" has also become 1.

...

"This needle is not bad."

"etc……"

"If I use the Pot of Greed to bind the Holy Needle for Breaking Precepts, and then use the Needle to continue breaking the precepts, what will happen in the end?"

Although the brain hole was wide open for a while.

But Roger still didn't put it into action.

to him.

These two treasures are one of the important components of his hole card pool.

It is impossible for him to be idle and do experiments on whether it can move forever.

And at this moment.

A bright red mark suddenly lit up in Roger's vision.

That was the signal from the Wolf of Slander!

...

"There is still a fish that slipped through the net?"

"interesting."

Roger chuckled.

Through the sight of the slandering wolf, he put a hunter's mark on the "Fallen Magician" who turned into a stream of wind and fled.

then.

Roger was ready to kill the opponent.

After all, his promotion mission required killing the three leaders.

Not one of them is missing!

But when his figure quickly rushed to the edge of the platform.

Suddenly there was a strong throbbing in Roger's heart!

next second.

Griffith's voice sounded in his ears:

"Don't breathe!"

"Stand still!"

"is her!"

The voice fell.

Above the sampan area.

Pieces of moss or dirt shook off the surface of the white whale's skin.

In the dark.

A sleepy eye slowly opened its eyelid.

that eye.

It was Roger aiming at the edge of the platform!

...

"Warning: You have encountered 'Astral Moby Whale Fanny'"

...

"Sixth Sense: Astral Moby Dick is waking up..."

...

"Ultimate Hunter: The target is rapidly escaping from the first pursuit range, please pursue it as soon as possible, otherwise there is a risk of leaving the powerful tracking radius"

...

for a while.

Roger caught his breath.

Caught in a dilemma.

...