I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages Chapter 173: I am laughing with the holy sword
"What the hell!"
"Is the thief Jiang Yang so particular about drug use?"
Roger disagrees.
In this world.
Prescribing medicine is not an easy task.
Most paranormal toxins have a pungent odor.
And in front of the mages.
One can reveal the true nature of the drugger.
The red robes are always cautious.
Not to mention the food and water in the camp.
Even if there are a few colorful mushrooms on the side of the road, someone will come forward to check them.
In this case.
That is, a veteran player like Roger who has made a plan in advance can succeed.
He entered the demiplane first.
It's to get a first mover in setting up the field.
Under the influence of good sisters.
The noses of the red-robed mages were irritated.
But after testing no toxins.
They subconsciously lowered their vigilance - it was Roger's hand!
At this time.
He's the real shot.
Just as everyone was shocked by the holy sword Griffith.
His hands trembled slightly in the dark.
The slightly pungent droplets quickly evaporate in the air.
Under the spread of the tornado coordination.
Dreamland begins to exert its potent intoxicating properties.
And finally completed a wave of 52 kills!
This result.
Roger is quite satisfied!
What Lan gave him was priceless.
As of now.
Roger has learned from it 4 poisons, two ordinary and two extraordinary.
He has made great contributions to his brother's hegemony!
Believe that comes with the realization of more and more toxins.
Roger's hunting methods will also become more diverse.
"It's really not in line with the temperament of a chivalrous man."
"I'll take the medicine in the future..."
Roger, having tasted the sweetness for the first time, happily pulled out his axe.
Then it's time for the prize draw.
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Lines of data flashed silkily.
Another round of card draws is complete.
Roger is emotionally stable.
As of now.
Intelligence shards with the highest explosion rate have accumulated to 216 pieces.
There are also 104 second-class charm shards.
And there are only 80 shards of comprehension that are the rarest.
More moldy is.
The elite rate of this batch of red robes is actually not low.
But the killing Ling Leng didn't have a specialty.
This situation did not dampen Roger's enthusiasm.
At this moment.
There was only one thought in his mind—
"I need more red robes!"
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In a hurry.
Roger didn't even count the spoils.
Then 51 bald heads were sent to Sandy.
As for Vera.
Roger pondered for a moment.
Give her a streak.
Then he slipped it on her swiftly.
Final.
Roger pried open her mouth and filled it with a whole bottle.
This dose.
It is estimated that a Thunder Dragon will fall asleep for more than 24 hours.
Even if Vera has Extraordinary Body or related resistances.
It's probably fine to be the Sleeping Beauty for a week in peace.
Ensures Vera doesn't wake up in the middle of her errands.
Roger did not hesitate.
Go directly to the entrance to the demiplane.
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In an hour.
The red robes left behind on the ruins also declared their group destroyed.
In the process.
Roger managed to divide the few remaining red robes with only a little trickery—
He lied that he was attacked by a monster in the demiplane and needed support.
Scarface no doubt has him.
Rush in with some hands.
Waiting for him.
It's pungent.
When he sensed something was wrong and tried to exit the demiplane.
The red robe outside has been dealt with by Roger in his second form.
Roger guards the demiplane entrance.
Whoever comes out is a dead word.
And the rest.
Those with bad minds can only live and be fascinated by dreamland.
Those with good brains can live a little longer. They ran in the direction of the holy sword. They were the last ones to be awarded by Roger.
It's worth mentioning.
These red robes were not dazed by their dreams.
The explosion rate of comprehension fragments seems to be a whole lot higher than other red robes.
This confuses Roger.
And after a long time of mold, the killing order finally has a taste of whether it is extremely Thai-
Scarface offers Roger a nice feat.
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Well known.
The original plane is not friendly to outsiders.
And with this ability.
Roger will have the opportunity to visit relatives and friends on the Primal Plane in the future.
As for the Elemental Elders or allies or something.
Roger thinks so.
Nothing can be forced.
It depends on fate.
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After getting everyone on the investigation team.
Roger took time to explore around the pit.
While he was approaching the pit.
A yellow exclamation mark suddenly popped up on the data bar.
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"Refining!"
"You must practice hard!"
See this reward.
Roger, who was just heartbroken, immediately took action.
He walked around the edge of the pit five or six times.
The situation here is basically determined.
Essentially a heavily damaged demiplane.
Consider when the ruins are discovered.
The system prompt is here.
Contact the mantra provided by He Huang Brown.
Everything seems obvious.
This is probably a fallen Divine Kingdom sub-domain!
Due to the loss of divine power.
Most of the rules here have withered away, leaving only the gray desert filled with death.
The pit and the stone pillars in the pit.
It's the only thing that remains of the Plains of Ashes.
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Under the pit.
With Roger's real eyesight, the bottom could not be seen.
Those bright golden lights seem to be just illusions.
And this towering stone pillar.
It is the holy sword Griffith mentioned in the sword-making quest!
Roger stared at it for a long time.
Nothing other than perceived.
And this fellow's gaze.
The true intimidation effect is not as good as the Grandmaster's Grow.
There is just an indescribable sense of vicissitudes.
I can't help but be shocked.
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1 hour.
After a long and rigorous preparation.
Roger finally got his hands on it.
At this moment.
Two long magic ropes are tied around his waist.
The ends of the magic rope are firmly tied to the rocks on either side.
He probed the edge of the pit for a moment.
Finally jumped out!
This jump.
It contains 3 times the core explosive power, and it has the blessings of plucking green onions in dry land and vertical clouds!
View from a distance.
Roger is like a flying flea.
It still looks spectacular.
Just.
I accidentally skipped my head...
Good thing Roger still has.
Although the rules are broken in the half plane.
But at least it's windy.
Assisted by a tornado on the edge of the pit.
Roger landed firmly on the thick stone pillar.
The top of the stone pillar is a circular platform with a diameter of about five meters.
He paces back and forth on it.
A moment later.
Roger crouched down, his hands on the ground.
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Stab Lala!
A streak of annihilating lightning pierced through the heavens and the earth.
On the gray sky.
A dark cloud of regular shape brushed lightly.
From a bird's-eye view.
These dark clouds are like erasers.
Wherever it goes.
It's nowhere to be seen.
The earth cracked open after cracks.
Magma and poisonous mist run rampant over it.
A strip of hideous tentacles grew out of the gap and stretched out to the dark clouds!
Next moment.
The fiery fireball fell like a torrential rain.
After a while.
An endless sea of electric light again.
If so, loop.
Higher spells are scattered all over the sky as if they don't need money.
The aura of destruction pervades every corner of the world.
But oddly enough.
These slideshows are silent.
Until that furious voice sounded:
"How dare you...?!"
The angle of view changes abruptly.
But see a corner of the earth.
In a floating mountain surrounded by dark clouds, a golden light lit up the sky!
Next to the floating mountain.
Around 7 slowly moving floating islands!
That golden light came from one of the floating islands.
Before Roger could see what was going on on the floating island.
A mighty sword fell from the sky.
The floating island was ruthlessly pierced.
Next moment.
The golden light has all converged.
Thousands of people cried in his ears.
There was also a soft sigh.
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Roger froze for a moment.
Does this holy sword still have a personality?
He thought about it.
Muttered in a low voice:
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Next second.
There is a slight tremor under his feet.
A cold voice resounded in his heart:
"Human?"
Roger nodded:
"Yes."
Griffith:
"Is it male or female?"
Roger was a little strange, and immediately responded:
"Male."
Griffith:
"Occupation?"
Roger is even stranger.
He thought about it and introduced himself:
"It can be a martial artist or an ammunition expert;
A pharmacist and a craftsman;
It's not wrong to say that I am a contract master, but Sword Immortals, Qigong Masters, and No Tracers may be more appropriate..."
Griffith Road:
"That's the homeless."
Roger was about to retort.
Griffith asked again:
"Income?"
Roger wondered:
"Does this matter?"
Griffith raised his voice:
"Very important."
Roger reported silently.
After a while.
He heard Griffith's last voice:
"Can be ~IndoMTL.com~ on the data bar.
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"This, this is it?"
"How does it feel like a blind date..."
Roger muttered.
"Boom!"
The stone pillars under my feet began to crumble.