The Hidden Knight of Mystra Chapter 025 New Attributes
Rachel's stubbornness was beyond Roger's expectations.
Even though Cindy repeatedly dissuaded her, she insisted on getting up.
The two sides were in a stalemate for a while.
In the end, it was the dragon priest who helped her out.
Roger felt a little embarrassed when he saw Rachel walking barefoot and struggling with the support of Cindy.
But he knew Rachel was right, this war had nothing to do with him.
From a rational point of view.
He had no reason to get involved.
The right thing to do is to leave early.
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Flydramon wasn't too far away.
Especially the Mishasi mentioned by Rachel, it was lying on the crown of the big banyan tree in the center of Longya Village.
Upon hearing Rachel's call, the three-meter-long dragon beast jumped for joy and cheered.
She flapped her wings vigorously and came to Rachel with gusts of cool breeze.
The rest of the flying dragon beasts also gathered around.
But they didn't dare to approach Rachel and be intimate with her like Mishas did.
"Their injuries..."
At this moment, Rachel was surprised to find that the wounds of the flying dragon beasts that were shot in the abdomen by arrows had also been perfectly bandaged.
"Who handled it?" she asked.
Cindy pouted at Roger reluctantly.
Roger nodded slightly:
“It’s a piece of cake.”
Rachel's eyes widened.
This was the first time Roger saw such a rich expression on her face:
"How is that possible? How did they allow you to get close?"
Roger explained naturally:
"I know a little bit about communicating with animals."
In fact.
His "Taming Animals" has 49 points, which is enough to conduct preliminary communication and comfort the injured Flying Dragonmon.
It is not difficult to bandage their wounds.
With this skill, Roger is able to tame one or two animals and make them his fighting partners.
But he never found the right person.
In Tongma Town, he faced undead creatures such as the Demonic Exploding Frog and the Red Tide Zombies all day long.
You can't carry two frogs with you, right?
It's outrageous.
Roger actually prefers creatures like Rachel's Flying Dragon.
However, he was also very clear that although the flying dragon beast was a sub-dragon species that had degenerated for several generations, it was not something that ordinary people could obtain.
This requires great opportunity.
Moreover, flying dragon beasts are social creatures, and once they are tamed, they often live in large groups.
When I open my eyes every day, the first problem I will face is feeding these screaming guys.
That's why Rachel would lead the flying dragons to the depths of the swamp to find food every once in a while.
And for Roger, the process itself is full of danger.
In the mysterious and vast swamp, the identities of hunter and prey may change at any time.
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In the open space outside the medical house.
Rachel gently stroked Misha's slender neck and whispered in her ear.
The gentleness she showed when facing Flydramon was pleasing to the eye.
Even the dull expression became more colorful.
"I have finished negotiating with Mishas."
"She agreed."
"It takes two days to get to Paramount from here one way. Are you ready?"
Finally, Rachel patted Misha's back and looked at Roger.
Judging from the pale color of her lips, this stubborn little girl can hardly hold on any longer.
"I'm fine now."
Roger stepped forward and hung the large and small luggage evenly on both sides of Misha's ribs.
The latter resisted with a little discomfort.
Only after Rachel's comfort did he give up in disappointment.
"Go up."
At Rachel's urging, Roger climbed onto the dragon beast.
"I left some hemostatic ointment in the house, maybe it will be helpful to you in the future."
Before leaving, he said to Cindy.
Cindy nodded with a complicated look in her eyes:
"Bon Voyage."
"Go, Mishasi, come back soon!"
Rachel released Mishas's reins.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The flying dragon beast flapped its huge wings, raising gusts of wind on the ground, and carried Roger rapidly upwards.
The scene all around was moving backwards.
The vision became extremely broad.
Soon, Roger got used to the dizzy feeling.
Misha flew around the banyan tree twice.
Then it flew south reluctantly.
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“Wish them good luck too.”
Sitting firmly on Misha's back, Roger prayed silently in his heart.
Over the past few days, he has developed some favorable impressions on Longya Village.
That's why he left those ointments, hoping to help them get through the difficult times.
He learned from Eric that there was no other doctor in the village except the old woman named Angelica.
If a war really breaks out, these ointments will definitely come in handy.
This is all Roger can do.
The wind keeps ringing in my ears.
Mishas gradually lowered the flight altitude.
This is normal.
Flying dragon beast is not even a sub-dragon.
To compensate for their lack of endurance, they adopt more gliding mode when flying.
It is now sunset and a thick fog has spread over the marshland.
Mishasi flies very fast.
In the blink of an eye, we flew out of Yellowstone Island.
Roger was enjoying the beautiful sunset over the swamp.
Suddenly, an inexplicable sense of warning came to my mind.
call!
A fierce crossbow arrow flew past his ear and pierced higher into the sky. After two or three seconds, it fell down weakly.
If Roger hadn't lowered his head in time, the arrow would have hit his temple!
Mishasi under his crotch let out a shrill cry.
Her emotions were very unstable, seeming to be furious or frightened.
whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Several more crossbow arrows shot from below.
Mishas barely dodged it, but no longer dared to fly forward. She could only hover in the same place while increasing her altitude.
"Dwarf?"
Roger narrowed his eyes.
With the help of the art of looking at the air, he was able to see clearly the guys who were lying on the branches of a big tree and shooting at him.
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"Swamp Gray Dwarf Lv12 HP 200 Defense 9"
"Trait 1: Rough Stone Skin Lv3"
"Rough Stoneskin: The skin of the Marsh Dwarves is very rough, and most of the area is covered with a layer of skin that is as hard as rock. This gives them extremely strong immunity, especially to physical damage."
"Trait 2: Good use of crossbows Lv1"
"Good use of crossbows: Gray dwarves have always been good at forging and using weapons, and crossbows are the best among them. They can use this long-range weapon skillfully, and their hit rate when using crossbows against the air is +2."
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"Has it been contaminated and deformed so badly by magic?"
"This can no longer be considered an intelligent race, right?"
The most shocking part of these swamp gray dwarves to Roger was not their attributes, but their horrible body shapes and appearances!
Every gray dwarf has a fist-sized tumor on his face or neck.
These tumors smell like decayed magic.
Compared to the fat sarcoma.
Their faces were so thin that they were just skin and bones, and their protruding eye sockets and cheekbones gave people the illusion of a skull.
Roger didn't see even a shred of rationality in their eyes.
He tried throwing a sin marker over.
The result shows that the judgment is successful.
This means that in the Xiayin template, these gray dwarves are no longer considered intelligent creatures.
But it belongs to the category !
"Mishasi, good boy, fly lower and don't be afraid."
While comforting Feilongmon, Roger took out Ziying.
These gray dwarves use short crossbows, which have the advantages of fast shooting speed and great power, but a slightly shorter range.
If it weren't for the fact that Flydramon couldn't fly too high, he could have completely ignored their harassment.
But not now.
They must be dealt with.
With Roger's comfort, Mishas lowered his altitude and dodged several sporadic shots from the gray dwarves.
Roger seized the opportunity and shot an arrow.
Whistling arrows pierced the swamp mist.
It pierced right through the eye socket of a gray dwarf!
"Good luck."
Roger breathed a sigh of relief. Since entering the swamp, his archery skills have improved slightly.
He planned to get rid of these gray dwarves before continuing on his journey, which could also be regarded as helping Rachel to get revenge.
Just at this moment.
The data column refreshes quietly.
…
"You killed a swamp gray dwarf."
"You gained 10 XP"
"Your 'Toughness' is slightly increased."
…
"What, toughness value?"
Something was suddenly wrong when Roger looked at the gray dwarf.
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