Dust of History Chapter 17: Turn the head off

The entire city of Oufu has completely fallen into silence.

Asa knew that there were three half-orcs sleeping in the house he was standing in, two adults and one cub, which could be distinguished from the frequency and thickness of their breathing.

Indistinct and strange sounds came from not far away. The sound of soft contact and friction gradually became heavier, and then became lighter again, alternately. This is the sound of the thick pads on the soles of the werewolf's feet stepping on the ground.

Three, two, one, see. Just as the voice judged at exactly the same time, a werewolf appeared from a street corner not far ahead. This is one of the ones that caught him just now, and they should be in charge of guarding at night. They do not use lighting tools such as torches, and their excellent night vision and hearing are absolutely beyond the reach of humans.

Asa thought so as did everyone else an hour ago. But he now knows that this is not the case, at least not absolutely, and now he has surpassed this absolute. As long as he concentrates, both hearing and vision can be a hundred times more sensitive than usual.

This time it was probably because of the state of mind, the level of meditation was far deeper than ever, and the effect was more prominent than ever. Not only has the desire and feeling been greatly improved, but all the distracting thoughts in my mind have completely disappeared, so the only remaining thought is extremely clear-take the book back.

The five sounds are disturbing to the ears, the five colors are blind, and the five desires are disturbing. Abandon all other ideas, and people will naturally become stronger.

The werewolf turned into the next street, and heard its small footsteps gradually receding. Asa clung to the wall and slid down slowly. When he stepped on the ground, he didn't even stir up any dust. His movements were softer and more docile than a tree snake.

Not only are the five senses sharp, but every place on the body feels strange. Now he can control the most subtle muscles to make the most subtle movements, and he can clearly feel how the muscles and bones cooperate seamlessly under the power of blood flow. He seems to be a bystander, observing the dissected body. Like a real insect, he can see every part of his body clearly and without any emotion. But on the other hand, all the senses are integrated into a whole, the spirit will and the body are inseparable from each other, and every smallest movement is under the control of one's own consciousness.

It is more sensitive and saturated than wild beasts, and it can make fighting spirit and killing intent emerge at any time. This is a perfect state of mind. He could feel how life force was flowing and galloping in his body.

Go forward step by step. The calfskin sole is very soft, and there is a hemp cushion inside the shoe, which can make no sound when it comes into contact with the ground. The front end of the sole of the foot touches the ground first, and the strong muscles on the arc of the arch evenly and perfectly distribute the falling force evenly throughout the entire falling time, preventing excessive force at a certain point in time. The joints and muscles of the entire leg are perfectly coordinated to ensure that the landing point of each step is accurate. The center of gravity of the body is very low and stable, and the soles of the feet and the ground are completely submissive without moving and making frictional sounds.

The city hall is not far away. Another werewolf's footsteps came from ahead. Now he can discover the existence of the other party before the werewolf. Asa turned around and got into the gap between the two buildings without any sound or noise. He was like a tangible and intangible shadow.

The sound of werewolf footsteps approaching. It can be heard that this should be another werewolf who caught him just now, and one of its feet is a little lame. Asa didn't hold his breath, so it might not be able to last for a long time, and the sound of his heart accelerating violently was easier to detect. Instead, he opened his mouth and opened the breathing channel as wide as possible, so that breathing can be carried out at the slowest speed.

The werewolf's footsteps did not stop, and gradually went away after passing here. Asa emerged from the crack of the house again like a shadow, without even wiping his clothes on the rough surface of the building.

There is a stone house behind the magnificent Town Hall. Like all other buildings in this city, it is very simple, and this is the residence of Lord Cedros and General Gru.

Asa stuck to the uneven wall outside the city hall like a gecko and slowly approached there. I don't know if it is an illusion produced by the extreme sensitivity and harmony of the body, this robe seems to have become a part of my body. The folds and fibers on it are extensions of its own skin and muscles, which can be controlled to produce sound without being caught on the wall.

He fell silent, concentrating all his energy on his ears.

About ten steps ahead and two meters deep, there was the sound of mice digging a hole. A four-legged snake jumped from a gap in the wall of the stone house and fell to the ground with a sound. There was some whistling on the surface, but there was no sound of breathing or heartbeat of any living beings around. There was no one in the room.

Why no one Asa doesn't know and doesn't want to know, no one is the best.

The house is open, which is not surprising, the houses in Oufu City do not have the habit of closing their doors. Asa walked to the door, blocked the door with his body to prevent the light from leaking out, stretched out his fingers, and a cloud of sparks jumped and appeared between the fingers.

The flames danced violently between the fingers, but Asa was already satisfied. Not only the body, but also the mental power and magic are completely controlled. The difficulty of maintaining magic is several times that of casting magic. Maintaining a small flame between fingers for lighting like this was unimaginable before, even an intermediate magician could not do this.

This is a very large room, which is not divided into several rooms by wooden boards like other houses. It looks very spacious and wide. There is a table in the center of the room, a lot of books are stacked in the corner, and there are two beds next to it. .

There is no need to look for it, the book is placed on the table in the center of the room, very conspicuous, like a bait hanging in a mousetrap, lest people who come in will not see it.

Asa didn't move, he was 120% confident in his feelings now, there was absolutely no human or orc lying in ambush within a radius of 100 meters.

If you look carefully from the ground under your feet to the table, there are no traps set by any agencies. He knows more about trap setting than a first-rate hunter, which is a necessary skill for survival in the wild.

He approached carefully, and finally saw where the mechanism was.

A few drawn lines emerge from under the book and blend with the texture of the tabletop. But Asa could tell that the book was pressing on a magic circle. This magic circle is not big, but judging from the complex lines and the phosphorescence emitted by the materials used, the effect is definitely not small.

This may be a very effective method for other people, but Asa didn't care, he reached out and grabbed the book.

'Crackling', the white flash illuminated the room. Several bolts of lightning jumped out of the surrounding air and hit Asa. This is a thunderbolt trap, and even the most powerful ogre can only lie on the ground waiting to be dragged away like a dead pig. But the lightning flashed only half a meter away from Asa's body before disappearing, like an ice arrow shot into boiling water and disappeared without a sound. The robe on his body resonated with the aura on his body, causing the effect that was originally limited to the surface of the body to expand to the surrounding area of ​​the body.

Asa put the book in his arms, the sound and light just now might alarm other orcs, he must go back to the hotel as quickly as possible.

Crack, crack, crack. Asa stood still as if petrified.

This is not a sound produced by magic, but a very rhythmic, very angry clap of two palms clapping together, coming from the corner beside the door. At the same time, there were two breathing sounds, one was deep and long, and the other was very powerful but showed signs of aging. But they are all very orderly, soft and smooth breathing, without the cramped heartbeat after holding your breath.

A small firebird flew out from the corner, only the size of half a palm, flapping its wings and soaring in the space of the house, threw itself on the torch on the wall, lit it, and then flew to Another torch. The room was brightly lit, and everything was clearly illuminated.

City Lord Cedros and General Gru walked out of a magic circle and stood at the door. This is a magic circle drawn in the corner by the door, that position cannot be seen from the door, and can only be seen when turning the head from the room. This magic circle is also very simple. It seems that there is no special effect or magic power. It probably just isolates the air vibration in the range, so Asa didn't notice any sound. .

The little firebird finally ignited the last torch, flew back to the hand of the city lord of Sedros, turned into a small flame, flashed for a while and then dissipated. This is just the lowest level of flame magic, and even the highest level magician in the magic academy can't control the mana so freely.

Crack, crack, crack. The Lord of Cedros continued to applaud, his loud voice expressing his sincere admiration. "It's really a wonderful stealth technique. Even any heavily guarded inner courtyard of the palace would be like a broad road with this technique. If I hadn't witnessed the destruction of the Assassin's Guild twenty years ago, I would have thought I saw another top-notch assassin " He sighed again, and said with some complaints: "I thought you would come earlier, but you made us wait for so long."

"I know you are definitely not a killer, let alone a thief. No member of the Necromancer Guild would do this, just like a cobra would not learn how a mouse burrows into a hole to steal food." Lord Cedros looked at Asa explain. "You know what? A snake is a snake. No matter how he mixes with the rats, he can tell at a glance. You really shouldn't be mixing with those thieves, it will only make you look more conspicuous. Or should you You shouldn't just stand by and watch while they pounce on those shipments like hungry dogs, and you shouldn't turn your head away when the book is found. Go to the other side of the wall, but the sound of breathing is much rougher. Then you should be more patient, don't rush to leave tomorrow with those thieves, and spend a few months or years here slowly Approach the book and don't ask the officials so directly where we live. Isn't it strange that a strange thief suddenly comes to ask these? This is telling us that you are coming to visit tonight. So we have to wait here too .” The city lord thought for a while, then shook his head again. "In this way, you don't seem like a member of the Necromancer Guild. Being so rough and reckless completely loses their usual calm, old, spicy and vicious demeanor. But maybe the times are different, and those guys also want to change their taste in doing things. , It is indeed a very creative change to find young people like you to join the club."

Asa said nothing. He couldn't make a sound, and didn't even have the energy to think. The beast-like intuition made him feel the great aura emanating from General Gelu. The effect of meditation has kept his consciousness highly concentrated and pure, so that he can fully exert the greatest potential of his body. And the highly concentrated consciousness has no room for thinking at all, no thought of escaping, surrendering, explaining and so on. He immediately threw himself into a tense state of alert like a frightened beast.

Sedros' black and white eyes stared fixedly at the clothes on Asa's body, confirming Asa's identity like a small hammer in the hands of the judge. "The key is the robe on your body and the effect it exerts, that is simply your identity statement."

The lord of the city turned his head and said to General Gelu: "What do you say if a cobra slipped into the house?"

"Kill." General Gelu's answer was very short and forceful, and the expression on his face remained motionless, as if these two sonorous and powerful words were produced by his thoughts vibrating in the air.

Preemptive strikes. Asa jumped backwards, kicked up, and the table flew towards the two city lords. The wide tabletop completely blocked the sight of both sides. Asa rushed forward following the table.

But the table stopped suddenly on the way, and then turned into a balloon and soared upwards.

At the moment when this change occurred, the intuition of a beast facing danger flooded his body, just like a blindfolded person feels that he is about to hit a wall, and this is a wall that will crush him to pieces . Asa stopped his forward momentum with all his strength.

After the table flew out of sight, General Gelu, who was casually standing by the door just now, suddenly appeared in front of him, and stretched out his hand towards his chest.

This hand is not clenched into a fist, nor is it here to grab, it's just a very casual gesture, as if it was purposely stretched out for him to take a look. Asa could see clearly, that hand was covered with a white mist-like light.

With no time to dodge left and right, Asa knew intuitively what action to take, and he kicked his feet with all his strength and flew back. His agility and explosive power have been several times stronger than before, and there seems to be no gap between the forward and backward movements, even a beast will not have such a reaction.

But even so, Gru's hand still touched his chest.

Under his retreat, this hand didn't exert much force, it seemed to just push him casually, but Asa didn't stop until he hit the wall heavily. As soon as he hit the ground, he immediately arched up like a cat. This dodge was just right, and the successive movements were flawless.

"Okay." Gru's jet-black eyes, like a pool of ink, shot out a stinging light, and his calm, sculpture-like face began to vibrate with anger. Just like a crazy painter discovers a beautiful scene, an autistic musician suddenly finds a channel to express his vitality when he sees a chapter of wonderful music score. Excitement fully ignited his vitality.

From the end of the meditation just now, Asa felt that the robe, which was hard to damage with a knife and axe, was more protective than before. The gaps in the fibers absorbed some kind of aura from his own body and swelled, which could fully alleviate external injuries. But now there are three small spots on the chest that are painful~IndoMTL.com~ There is still a spot of blood oozing out, and the middle, index, and ring fingers of the hand poked there after passing through the buffer of the robe.

The robe is still intact. But Asa knew that if that hand hit him head-on, maybe there wouldn't be many holes in his body, but his breastbone would definitely be shattered like porcelain under a hammer.

Following the gesture of the city lord Sedros, the table slowly flew from the air to one side and landed as if being held by an invisible big hand. This is also the most basic air magic, which is almost of no practical use. Normally, magicians only send out a burst of air to blow away poisonous smoke, but when it is transferred to this old man, it immediately becomes miraculous.

Sedros seemed to be a famous writer watching a drama, and he commented and explained: "The robe on his body is the treasure of the Necromancer Guild - the robe of the ghost king. According to legend, it was created by the founder of the Necromancer Guild. Kibbard made it by himself, collecting the feathers of the thunderbird on the top of the Sandfes mountain and the feathers of a bird called the Phoenix on the overseas volcano, and weaving it with magic. Not only can it resist any magic, it is said that after practicing it It is even more unimaginably effective for people wearing the dark meditation technique, and it can be regarded as one of the most defensive equipment in the world. Your striking power will probably only produce half of the effect."

"Then twist the head off." Gru's words were still so simple and direct, but there was already a flame burning in his eyes.