The Truth of Magic

Chapter 383 Talking to the Dead

Zhao Xu's words immediately put everyone in deep thought.

Although Zhao Xu had seen instant death spells before, he could even cast instant death spells with his staff.

But these are still too far away from ordinary low-level adventurers.

Those who really get close will not have the opportunity to stand here.

Because as long as the fortitude save does not survive the instant death spell, and there is no immune method such as "death barrier", then ordinary civilians will basically die properly without spell resistance.

It's just that the ring number of the instant death spell itself is too high, so it didn't create a great reputation among the common people.

So everyone didn't react to this possibility at first.

Instant death spells, too far away from them.

The same is true for mages. When mages reach the stage where they can cast finger of death, this spell will no longer allow them to deal with enemies at that stage.

After making a point, Zhao Xu had already started to walk towards the tent where the corpse was parked.

Vivian was guarding behind him. Facing this girl with extraordinary combat power, many people didn't have the slightest intention of fighting.

After seeing Zhao Xu enter the tent, among the remaining adventurers, those who felt that they had some status couldn't help but follow in.

After talking silently for most of the day, everyone also vaguely confirmed one thing.

That was Zhao Xu and the bodyguard next to him, neither of them were natives of Lucca city.

And according to the trainee priest's speculation, the charming woman who successfully killed the rogue who received the protection fee with an extremely exquisite sword is very likely to be a paladin.

Because the sword that wipes out evil is most likely to destroy evil!

Paladins seldom bow down for five buckets of rice, and unless they conform to their beliefs and beliefs in their hearts, they seldom accept external tasks.

Naturally, everyone immediately guessed that the man who could be protected by a paladin was probably the senior priest of the temple.

Combined with the recent turmoil of migration and escape, several keen players even made bold judgments.

The man in front of him is likely to be a middle-level and high-level clergyman who went to serve in the Northern Alliance.

Now following the group of them in this fog is naturally protecting everyone.

Thinking about it this way also means that the place next to the pastor is the safest place.

When Zhao Xu entered the tent, which was not spacious, about the size of a single dormitory, he found that a group of players followed him in, like followers.

However, Zhao Xu didn't care. He walked straight up to the dead bard. Even if the bard migrated to the Northern Alliance, he was still wearing a luxurious dress instead of the inlaid leather armor that poet adventurers often see.

At this time, the poet's eyes were opened wide, the pupils were dilated, cold and stiff, obviously unable to believe that he would pass away so suddenly.

"Vivian, have you ever had contact with a bard?" Zhao Xu asked.

Vivian shook her head.

Only then did the people behind know that the name of this beautiful lady paladin was Vivienne.

It's just that they tried their best to recall, but they couldn't remember that there was such a female holy warrior named Vivienne in the nearby city.

The other party's appearance and posture are so outstanding, it stands to reason that they have never heard of it.

"Bards wander around, collecting local legends, and then telling them. They use music as a magical medium to make their audiences happy or sad."

Having said that, Zhao Xu's voice paused, and he vaguely observed the traces of the corpse.

He glanced at another player poet in the room.

Because of the fact that poets can sing, it is easier to cast magic, and it is far easier to complete professional training than mages and priests, so they have often become popular candidates for players recently.

It's just that bard level 1 is easy, but level 2 is difficult.

Players already know that fighting monsters is not the only way to level up. Many bards have beaten countless goblins and almost got the title of goblin killer, but they still can't feel the arrival of level 2.

In the end, I had no choice but to choose a circuitous route to advance to other professions part-time.

"Sir, can you say a few more words about the poet's content?"

At this time, another group of poets and players who were standing in the corner and accompanied the deceased seemed to be in a daze, as if they had received a huge blow.

But his eyes were very bright at this time, as if he had grasped the road ahead.

For a moment, other people around looked at the inexplicable dialogue between the two in amazement.

When Zhao Xu heard this, he also knew that he was not showing it to the blind.

Before, he had noticed in the forum that it was difficult for poets to break through this problem.

It's just that he hasn't performed too much in other professions recently, and he just used this time to spread the 'secret'.

The Arthur adventurers that Lucca City heard were not poets, and they were not deeply touched. At the same time, they were not poets and had no suitable communication channels.

But the poet player is different, let alone he has tools such as forums and networks.

At this time, the other players, looking at the poet who was also a player, looked like they were paying homage to that mysterious man, and they all realized that an extremely unusual thing was happening in front of them.

"Poets need to face all kinds of people." Zhao Xu continued to talk about the content recorded in the biography written by the god of poets in the library.

"So they often work as diplomats, coordinators, couriers, scouts or spies."

In just a few sentences, Zhao Xu has briefly outlined what kind of career a poet should pursue to upgrade, and what he should do in normal times.

He also noticed that other players who were not poets also listened silently.

"What does this mean?" A savage who didn't understand the situation was puzzled.

The bystanders immediately pulled the animal skin under him, "Don't talk too much, this is teaching and preaching."

"If the poet decides to participate in the turmoil in Lucca, what should he do?" the poet player immediately asked.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xu replied directly, "The poet's magic comes from the heart, so you need to follow your inner choice. Kind poets can bring hope and courage to the unfortunate, and use magic to fight against villains. Even in the face of tyrants, they will Resisting tyranny and inspiring the oppressed while fleeing."

As for the evil poet manipulating people's hearts and confusing the audience to collect donations, Zhao Xu didn't plan to say more.

"Dare to ask Mr.'s name?" At this moment, the poet player standing in the corner bowed to Zhao Xu.

He already knew that many poet players must have found a way to break through the barrier because of what the other party said.

"I didn't say that, it was Didalan." Zhao Xu said lightly.

The name also made everyone dizzy, and they all fell into silence for a while.

Didalan, god of poets, god of music.

They didn't dare to call him by his first name like Zhao Xu.

Without waiting for everyone's sighs, Zhao Xu has already raised his hand to cast a spell——

A "talk with the dead" spell, which originally took 10 minutes to cast, was instantly compressed to one round by Zhao Xu's specialty, multi-talented caster.

The corpse that had already died and started to freeze slowly regained its vitality.

Just like that, the dead bard suddenly sat up.

"Fraud corpse?"

This sudden movement frightened several timid girls in an instant.

Several people present had participated in this private autopsy just now, and they were very sure that the corpse was dead.

"No, but it's not necromancer magic, can it be transformed into an undead creature?" The other casters said with emotion.

"Don't talk nonsense, this is 'talking with the dead', a magic spell with three rings."

The middle-aged soldier who started the autopsy immediately corrected him.

He has worked for the temple, and he has also seen this kind of spell.

At this moment, no one dared to disturb Zhao Xu. They all turned their attention to the soldier, waiting for his answer.

"This spell temporarily restores a small amount of life and intelligence to a corpse, allowing it to answer questions."

"This spell is powerful. It just restores the consciousness fragments of the body of the corpse, so even if the soul dissipates, this spell can still work."

At this time, Zhao Xu asked the "woke up" poet.

The dead poet also answered dryly at this moment: "I don't know..."

"Just after I started to doze off, I suddenly lost consciousness like this, and then lost my life."

The poet's words are so inarticulate, which is in stark contrast to the eloquence of his life.

It took Zhao Xu a while to figure out what he was talking about.

When everyone saw Zhao Xu cast such a magical spell, they thought they would be able to capture the truth, and they were looking forward to it.

Who ever thought that everything was still so unclear.

At this moment, the corpse continued, "I only remember that at the last moment when I lost consciousness, I seemed to see a mysterious pattern."

"Thunder strikes the ground, water rolls into flames."

The pattern of the mysterious cemetery!

It is also the clue of the notebook!