The Hidden Knight of Mystra Chapter 065 Milestone: Cruel and Merciless
We spent more than an hour on the open space on the farm.
Roger let the poor gargoyle go.
The latter flew away as if it had been pardoned, and its speed was twice as fast as usual.
no way.
A sparring partner who is only allowed to take a beating and not to fight back is certainly not a human being.
A refreshing beating.
Roger successfully summed up some practical experience.
Whether it is a "kick to the crotch" or a "knee strike".
The most unreasonable is actually "focusing on reduction"!
Focus is a very overlooked attribute.
Generally speaking.
Only spellcasters check their concentration before combat.
After all, low concentration will seriously affect the success rate of spell casting.
For other professions, the impact of focus is not so profound.
But Roger found out.
The reduction in concentration caused by these two unique skills is fatal!
Even a magical beast like the Gargoyle stumbled after being hit by a knee strike, and even lost the ability to fly for a time!
This means that ordinary people will suffer from knee strikes after eating them.
It may be so serious that you can't tell the directions.
This discovery made Roger look back on the two unique skills with a higher regard.
The secret book marked "Pingsha School Black Tiger".
In his mind, he also mentioned the position second only to the master of music style.
"The secret book was sent by Alan. He has been to the Gem City before."
"Aba said that the Gem City is the headquarters of the Qingquan Sect. Could it be that there are other martial arts sects there?"
"I wonder if Master Black Tiger has left behind any other unique skills."
After learning the special skills, Roger felt a little itchy.
He really wants to find some good brothers to practice with.
Unfortunately, I'm afraid it won't work tonight.
There are still several hundred kilograms of turtle meat in the kitchen that have not been processed!
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As night falls.
Roger moved between the living room and the kitchen, busy in an orderly manner.
There are more than 100 bottles of vitality potions stored in the cellar.
While looking for sales channels, it's also time to tinker with something new.
Roger has not forgotten his identity as a pharmacist.
As a qualified pharmacist, it is necessary to have the courage to try to make various new medicines.
The only regret is.
There is a lack of living creatures on the farm, which are the subjects for drug testing.
Thinking of this, Roger couldn't help but glance at the gargoyle on the eaves outside.
Magic beast saves money.
But there are also inconveniences!
"After this busy period is over, I have to go to town to buy some rabbits."
As Roger thought, he skillfully shook out a piece of papyrus.
He is trying "pharmacological analysis and deduction".
Mystra's pharmacy is not the result of a random mix of ingredients.
It follows certain pharmacology.
Only those who have mastered the basic principles can become pharmacists.
Roger wrote the scientific name of vitae on papyrus, and then wrote down some other materials.
According to a specific logical framework.
He wrote faster and faster.
Ten minutes later.
He crumpled up the papyrus expressionlessly and threw it into the trash can.
He casually replaced the crucible next to him with a new glass bottle.
Roger fell into deep thought:
"Something's wrong."
It’s not that the pharmacological deduction is wrong, but that there is something wrong with his condition.
I always feel a little uneasy.
He remembered that this feeling had appeared several times, and every time something bad happened.
The only time it appeared on the way to defeat the corpse demon, the result was good.
He washed his face and decided to have his fortune told.
The Qi-gazing technique slowly starts.
Roger held his breath and selected himself as his target.
Divination.
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"I will be in danger today"
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A slight throbbing sensation.
on the data bar.
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"Divination result: You sensed the approach of danger. This is an intuition that is not strong, but it is very accurate."
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"really."
Roger exhaled.
He hesitated for a moment, his eyes swept across the kitchen and the living room, and finally landed on the armband with a white background and red patterns.
Divination.
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"The potential danger is related to the Red Sleeves Brotherhood"
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"Divination result: You have realized the source of danger. Two teams of scouts have died. The Red Sleeve brothers will not let this go. They may retaliate at any time, as early as tonight."
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Roger frowned.
The divination results are usually a profile of his subconscious mind.
The so-called bad intuition actually meant that he had already predicted the coming of danger.
Divination can only play an auxiliary role.
"Will the Red Sleeves Brotherhood?"
Roger's eyes gradually became cold:
"A group of bandits, are you worthy of being called brothers?"
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There was still a faint light at Senluo Farm late at night.
Several stealthy figures skillfully bypassed the traps and alarms set up on the periphery and approached the tall wooden house.
This is a 9-man team.
Among them were 8 scouts and 1 middle-aged spellcaster carrying a staff.
These people were all wearing night clothes and had a white armband with red patterns on their right arms.
"etc!"
The person walking in front pointed at the dark outline on the eaves and said in a low and alert voice:
"It's a gargoyle!"
The others stopped in a very disciplined manner.
Everyone looked at the gargoyle nervously.
The latter stood still, like a statue.
“It might be fake.”
The man who spoke first hesitated.
"Let me take a look."
The middle-aged wizard carefully cast an identification spell.
"It's a real gargoyle!"
Looking at the light in the wooden house, he gritted his teeth and said:
"The brothers of those two teams probably died at its hands."
"Wait for me to prepare a "lesser banishment" spell, and then you can lure it over here!"
After saying that, he took out a silver scroll from his arms and began to chant and guide in a low voice.
The mysterious power of elements ripples in the air.
Soon, the door to the other dimension originated from the exile spell was quietly opened.
"quick!"
The middle-aged wizard urged.
The scout leader, who had been prepared, immediately raised his hand upon hearing this.
With a puff.
The stones shot out from the slingshot hit the gargoyle's forehead, making a crisp sound.
The latter remained motionless.
The scout leader let out an "eh!" and then three stones bounced over.
The gargoyle remained unmoved.
Someone quietly shot an arrow.
The arrow created sparks on the gargoyle, but still failed to wake it up.
As for the mage, the duration of the Lesser Banishment was already halfway through.
"It's not a fake, is it?"
Someone couldn't help but murmur.
The middle-aged wizard was also a little unsure.
The scouts went into battle one after another, trying to wake up the gargoyle—
A brave one even jumped onto the roof quietly and slapped the gargoyle hard several times.
Until the banishment effect wears off.
The gargoyle never woke up.
"I was fooled. It's a fake."
The middle-aged wizard was somewhat indignant.
What I was thinking about was how to get the boss to reimburse me for the cost of the scroll.
The scout leader waved his hand.
The rest of the people immediately scattered like birds and beasts, groping their way into the wooden house from every corner in a clear formation.
Only the middle-aged wizard and the scout leader remained outside the house.
Just at this moment, the sound of light footsteps suddenly came from behind them.
The two of them turned back suddenly.
But out of the darkness, a man dressed as an old farmer walked out, holding two extremely thick carrots in his hands.
"Eh? Are there any guests?"
The man looked at them curiously.
The middle-aged mage was about to say something when the scout leader's reminder came from behind him:
"Small……"
Before he could finish his words, the severe pain from his coccyx almost tore him in half!
The middle-aged mage watched in horror as the scout leader fell down in pain.
Even in the dark night.
He could also clearly see the bloody intestine on the other person's body, and the gargoyle holding the intestine!
No need to remind others.
At the first moment of the accident, he began to chant life-saving spells.
What a pity.
It's too late!
There was a crisp sound of "Kuala".
A piercing pain came from his hips, rushing into his brain violently.
The short spell came to an abrupt end!
Martial arts!
Crotch kick!
"ah!"
The tragic wails resounded through the night sky of Senluo Farm.
Roger stuffed the carrot into his mouth unceremoniously.
Then he looked at the gargoyle with a flattering look on his face.
He couldn't help but complain:
"Are you, a gargoyle, only able to use such despicable tricks?"
on the data bar.
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"You have successfully used the Pingsha School's unique skills for the first time. You have achieved a new milestone: ruthless and merciless."
"You have earned 1 milestone point"
"Ruthless: You have unique and efficient close combat skills."
"Corresponding title: A young man without martial ethics (your style of doing things is not recognized by some decent people)"
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