The Hidden Knight of Mystra Chapter 034 Martial Arts Secrets
Following the sounds of quarreling.
Roger came to the outside of a larger tent.
He saw two gray dwarves pushing each other hard at the door of the tent.
After seeing it so many times, Roger guessed that this was a habit of the gray dwarves to resolve disputes.
final.
Amid the curses of the stronger gray dwarf.
Another gray dwarf who looked like a guard was driven away in disgrace.
Roger looked at the waist of the leaving gray dwarf with a thoughtful expression.
"If I remember correctly, the gray dwarf leader I killed also had a similar brass plate on his body, and the number marked on it was also 3."
"Could it be Camp 3?"
"So, the gray dwarf who just entered the tent is the deputy leader of the camp?"
Combining the various signs he observed, Roger had some guesses in his mind:
Perhaps because the leader of Camp No. 3 died in battle, the deputy commander wanted to occupy his tent.
The gray dwarf who looked like a guard should be the leader's confidant.
He wanted to hold on to the tent.
The result was naturally that he was driven away.
"So, this is the leader's tent?"
Touching the fire-proof bead in his arms, Roger's mind became active.
He was quite interested in the origin of this treasure.
If there really are remains of a martial arts sect in the swamp, maybe he can find more useful things there.
So he looked around.
After making sure that there was no one around, he sneaked in quietly.
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The light in the tent is dim and the space is large.
When Roger walked in, he could already hear the heavy snoring of the deputy commander of the gray dwarves.
It seems that the influence of dragon power on the gray dwarves is greater than Roger imagined.
But Roger didn't take it lightly.
With his low-light vision, he quickly made a preliminary assessment of the environment.
Then he moved forward at a moderate frequency, testing the deputy commander's perception range bit by bit.
The art of looking at qi shows.
The deputy commander is a rare gray dwarf warlock.
This is good news for Roger.
Full spell resistance doesn't matter whether the caster is a warlock or a mage.
As Roger crept forward.
In the blink of an eye, the distance between the two sides was less than five meters.
The gray dwarf warlock was still snoring loudly.
Roger's eyes narrowed into a line, and he suddenly smiled in his heart:
"Are you trying to be clever with me?"
In the dim light, he could vaguely see the knife light hidden under the quilt of the gray dwarf warlock.
It was a sharp dagger.
This guy should have discovered me a long time ago, and he probably wanted to take advantage of my situation.
Unfortunately, his snoring frequency betrayed him.
How could anyone snore so neatly and regularly?
It's like marching in military training.
It's so fake.
What's more, Roger has strong low-light vision and noticed his little movements in advance.
Everything that follows is a natural progression:
Roger pretended to attack.
The gray dwarf warlock struck back with a knife and tried to shout for help at the same time.
Roger, who had a plan in advance, dodged it easily, pierced his throat with the Green Fly Sword, and then lightly poked it!
The gray dwarf warlock declared GG!
His vocal cords were easily shattered by the Green Fly Sword.
The cry for help turned into a silent cry with only lips moving.
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"You killed 1 Marsh Gray Dwarf, and have killed 500 Marsh Gray Dwarves in total."
"You have achieved a new milestone: Race Butcher, corresponding title: Executioner"
"You have earned 1 milestone point"
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"Executioner (Primary Title)"
"Effect 1: When you launch a critical attack against a humanoid creature, your hit rate is increased by 3."
"Effect 2: Drow Friendship +10"
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After glancing at the data column, I found that the effect of this title is quite good.
Roger decisively chose to exchange it and wear it.
What he cares about most is the hit rate added when attacking vital points.
As for effect 2 .
Since he traveled through time, he has never even seen an elf, let alone a drow.
Drag the body of the gray dwarf warlock aside and hide it.
Roger began to loot the tent.
As it turned out, he was not wrong.
This tent indeed belongs to the gray dwarf leader who is skilled in martial arts.
The evidence is the two martial arts secrets that Roger found in the tent!
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"Common martial arts secrets (plum blossom pile)"
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"Exquisite martial arts secrets (Drunken Fist)"
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Unfortunately, he couldn't learn either of these two martial arts secrets.
Roger didn't know the specific reason.
It may be that the prerequisites for learning the cheats are not met.
After all, although the profession of Xiayin has certain similarities with martial artists, they are not completely the same.
"Fortunately, the leader of the gray dwarves didn't learn the "Drunken Fist" either."
"Otherwise I really can't accept it!"
Roger simply couldn't imagine a gray dwarf throwing drunken punches at him.
However, if the situation of the gray dwarf leader is not a special case, then it seems that we can make some bold speculations -
For example, in the former Mistra, the martial arts civilization may have been very glorious!
In this case, it is understandable that other races know a little bit of martial arts.
The elves doing horse stance, the orcs crushing rocks with their chests, the undead practicing the Zhenwu Seven-section Sword...
Once you accept this setting, it seems quite exciting.
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Putting aside his unfounded fantasies, Roger continued to collect the spoils.
In addition to martial arts secrets, he found a lot of money.
The gray dwarf leader is very rich.
Roger made a rough estimate and found that there were at least seven or eight hundred copper tokens in the tent.
It seems that there is a reason why the other gray dwarves are so poor.
"Hmm? What is this? A ghost painting?"
Near the bed.
Roger looked at the parchment in his hand and fell into deep thought.
The parchment was hidden in a very secret place.
He thought it was a magic scroll at first, but when he opened it, he saw a large number of colorful lines and some obscure marks on it.
“Maybe a map.”
After watching for two minutes, Roger vaguely guessed the truth.
There's nothing I can do about it; this painting is just too abstract.
The lines are like viaducts, very complicated.
“Why are they labeled 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?"
"Too complicated for the gray dwarves, right?!"
“Why are there different markings for the same place?”
Ideas expand rapidly.
Soon, Roger figured out the connection.
This is indeed a map.
But not on the surface.
It's a map of a dungeon!
Near the marshland, there is an underground city with many connections!
If this assumption holds true.
This would also explain where so many gray dwarves came from.
If we make further bold assumptions.
The place where the gray dwarf leader obtained the martial arts secrets and rare items is also underground?
For a while.
Roger thought a lot.
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Finally, Roger carefully put away the map.
Everything in the tent had been searched.
There isn't much money to be made from the gray dwarf warlock.
Only a topaz ring that increases energy recovery speed is of some use.
Roger accepted it with a smile and left.
He did not leave Camp 3 directly, but instead headed towards the small tents.
Tonight.
Many gray dwarves who have suffered from the dragon's might are being tortured in their dreams.
Roger will grant them liberation.
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