I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages Chapter 313: Tanks are also emergency items

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"Hint: You are tailing Lanwell, your tailing skills are not very good, you have been..."

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"Warning: You've been spotted by Lamwell!"

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"Lanwell is more vigilant about you!"

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"Ahem...forget it's not in the real world."

"But these tips are too bad, there is an illusion of playing with little butter..."

Facing a suspicious Ranwell.

Roger could only come out from behind the bunker, pretending nothing had happened.

Then forced a smile and greeted:

"Good evening."

"Good evening."

Lanwell was holding something in his hand and took a half step back, his expression looked stiff:

"Are you following me?"

Roger immediately shook his head like a rattle:

"I was just taking a walk."

"Just happened to meet you."

Lanwell looks relieved, but his eyes are still full of vigilance:

"That's a bit of a coincidence."

"After all, there is nothing but historical relics in this area."

"There are very few people here other than a history-crazy guy like me."

Finish that.

Both sides fell into an eerie silence.

Roger frowned slightly.

Lanwell was right.

The area where they are now is the "temple area" of the lakeside village.

Say it's a temple.

In fact, only a few stone pillars and some quickly weathered and clean stone tablets are left.

This place is nothing but ruins.

The power of the spiritual world's projection here is also very weak.

It's hard for a psychic to gain much here.

So usually no one comes here - except for those who are more interested in historical relics.

Lanwell seems to fit this perfectly.

This makes his statement seem flawless.

"I was about to ask you about the day."

Roger has nothing to say:

"I thought you wouldn't quit now that you've gathered the courage."

Lanwell reluctantly forced a smile:

"I'm not as powerful as you are."

"I've still heard of demonic clowns, and it's clear that these clowns are not the strongest enemies in the playground."

"I knew exactly what I was capable of, so I opted out."

Roger nodded.

Tell the truth.

He's actually very hesitant at the moment - he's rarely a little undecided about Ranwell.

This man saved his life by himself.

The two don't get along well either.

Only the other person's name bothered Roger.

And he always felt like he was looking at himself tonight.

Lanwell's eyes...

It's a little weird!

Not the usual weirdness, but as if there was another soul hiding in his body and trying to avoid his gaze!

The other person's every move.

Like a marionette!

"Are you possessed?"

Roger secretly guessed.

But powerful inspiration told him.

Ranwell is not possessed by anything evil.

This left him baffled.

Follow Roger's usual style.

I'm afraid it's already done by now.

After all, the other party is just a historical figure after all.

But looking at Lanwell's thin and frail body and gentle temperament.

Roger always felt like he had to keep his limits.

Final.

The idea of ​​further pressure and torture was suppressed by him.

He asked casually:

"I'm also interested in history."

"Have you gained anything here?"

Heard this.

Lanwell was stunned for a moment, as if the machine was stuck for a brief moment.

But he quickly reacted and said very fluently:

"Honestly, I've found something amazing here, related to the history of the Second Age."

"Huh?"

Roger was surprised.

Lanwell did not hesitate, and directly handed over a slate:

"Please see."

"This is a 'Illustration of the Sleeper' from the Asceticism, yes, it looks mutilated, but it used to be a medium used to summon the 'Angel of Death'. "

"This is what I dug under the ruins."

"You know what that means..."

Roger takes the slate.

After a light touch.

On the data bar.

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"Hint: You have obtained the 'Illustration of the Sleeper', and your historical knowledge +10"

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"Anyone here once summoned the Ascension Angel of Death?"

Roger pondered:

"Is the Angel of Death the kind that fights on duty?"

Lanwell shook his head:

"No, the Angel of Death is in charge of art, pacification, and silence, and the reason why he has the title of "Death" is only because he is a servant of "The Lord of Rest". "

"The angel of death usually only appears after the Lord, and it is the person beside the Lord."

"And in the realm of the Sahib, it will only appear at the most important celebrations."

Heard here.

Roger instantly understood Lanwell's implication:

"You mean, this used to be the site of the Islamic religion?"

"Or..."

"Has the Lord ever appeared here?"

Lanwell nodded.

His tone regained his composure:

"It's weird, isn't it?"

"This is clearly the place where the spiritual world and reality blended in the hands of the ancient Weilan, but there are traces left by the Lord of the Lord."

Speaking of which.

He stopped suddenly.

He looked at Roger for a few seconds before he seemed to hesitate.

Finally, he shook his head:

"Mr. Roger."

"I'm leaving."

"Taking advantage of this month's freedom of movement, I decided to take a look at the lakeside village, the old castle and its surroundings."

"I'm not at all interested in the treasures of the ancients now."

"I just want to explore some of the secrets of history before I leave, which is my greatest wish right now."

Say all this.

He gave Roger a respectful salute.

And then left silently.

Roger notices.

The path he took was indeed in the direction of Weilun Castle.

Watch Lanwell's figure gradually disappear into the thick fog.

There were many unspeakable feelings in Roger's heart.

Lanwell may have sensed his murderous intent.

He may have had to leave early.

"If he is really Veran, I am afraid that even if he is not my opponent, there are 10,000 ways to avoid me."

"Am I too suspicious?"

Roger sighed inwardly.

Thinking back to the experience of knowing Ranwell so far.

The two get along quite happily.

The other party is obviously just a historical figure.

And the strength is not strong.

But Roger feels a confidant.

It's a feeling he's almost never felt in anyone else.

So it's a pity for Ranwell to leave.

Fortunately, he has never been a tangled person.

Not to mention.

When entering this world.

The system prompts him that historical figures are just historical figures.

Too addicted to it.

Instead, it may lead to disaster.

At the moment he went back the same way.

However, when he passed the Peaceful Lake, he deliberately took a detour and walked in the direction of the playground.

The fog is thicker at night.

Roger can hear strange noises coming from the playground.

Those sounds don't look like humans at all.

It's like coming to a lively zoo.

He was about to get closer to the guardrail and take a closer look.

The housekeeper Medog appears like a ghost.

He tapped the cane hard, and said in a solemn tone:

"The playground needs time to fix."

"Please stop."

Roger shrugged.

He turned around slowly and glanced inside with all his might.

There is a thick fog.

He doesn't see anything.

Under Medog's nervous eyes.

Roger leaves quietly.

He walked along the lakeside path for 3 minutes.

A crow suddenly flew over and landed on Roger's shoulder.

Flutter.

The crow turned into soap.

"Master, I can't see anything clearly in the fog, but I sense a lot of psychic auras!"

"There should be at least three or more monsters involved in the restoration of the playground."

Sandy Quick Reports.

"At least three?"

Roger nodded thoughtfully.

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Night.

Because the inspiration is still abundant.

Roger didn't waste time either, choosing the "Rite of Ascension" of "The Law of the Blade"!

Thanks to the rich wife's wife.

Roger has a wealth of mediums and materials on hand.

After the last consumption on the time plank road.

He still has two copies on hand.

That's enough for him to use any stance to improve his necromancy.

After a touch of incense.

Roger is in the spirit world again.

This time, he still chooses one of the two, but he chose the knife master plank road.

So when the scene switching is completed.

He appeared directly on the third platform of the plank road.

Have last experience.

Roger walked unhurriedly on the knife master plank road.

I don't know how long this trip will take.

Time seems to be a meaningless concept in the spiritual world.

Roger was exhausted and collapsed.

Final.

When he looked up at the endless starry sky and slowly high cliffs.

He has successfully reached the sixth platform!

Only after crossing the sixth platform.

Roger clearly felt the pressure build up.

Although there is no monster interference.

But every gust of wind, shaking, and heart palpitations made him a little hard to resist.

He knows.

This is almost his limit.

Go up further.

It's easy to fall short!

This is the perfect time to close your hands.

But Roger still had some doubts in his heart.

It stands to reason that he is now a four-star inspiration leader.

It's not enough to reach 97 steps.

How much inspiration is the knife owner at the end of the stairs?

Be aware.

According to his vision.

The knife master plank road has at least 300 steps!

"Wait, I think I got it wrong!"

"It is never the number of steps that determines the level of your psychic skills, but the height on the cliff!"

Roger suddenly wakes up.

Because the height is often linked to the number of steps.

So he subconsciously confuses the two into one concept.

But that's not the case.

Because the plank road is built in a zigzag shape, in order to slow down the slope, the number of steps is much more than straight up and down.

Sometimes to get around certain raised rocks.

The plank road even has to go down for a while!

These roads are actually "invalid climbs".

But it also consumes a lot of inspiration.

That's how it works.

Walking the plank road also seems to have disadvantages.

For beginners.

The plank road can effectively help reduce the difficulty.

But for seniors.

The existence of a plank road magnifies a climber's need for inspiration!

Roger felt suddenly.

The existence of the Five Elements Plank Road has a taste of "welcoming newbies and suppressing veterans".

Combining today's daytime experiences and conversations with Lanwell.

Roger has a vague suspicion in his heart.

At the moment he sank.

Consciousness exits the spirit world.

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"Spirit Ascension Ceremony: You have walked a total of 66 steps in this ascension. Your performance has exceeded 99% of psychics. The attention of the sword master is in effect..."

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"You have obtained psychic points: Knife*66;

Your psychic skills: the knife is upgraded to Tier III;

Upgrade your battle to 5 stars (official)"

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"The Sword Master's Attention: You have received a gift from the Sword Master (Chijing Collection)"

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"The Book of Chi-Jing: The Secret Book of Sword Sect 3rd-Order, After Cultivation, You Can Learn the Original Spiritism of the Sword Master"

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"The World Panel: Your Killing Position +0.08"

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In a humble hut.

Roger looked down.

Unconsciously.

He has a thin booklet on hand.

The book is foggy.

It seems that mysterious and mysterious power is exuding.

"Master!"

Sandy suddenly shouted:

"There's something wrong with this book!"

Roger is taken aback.

At the moment he asked in a deep voice:

"How did you know that?"

"Yes, your inspiration is seven stars..."

"My perception here is far inferior to yours!"

Roger gave a wry smile.

I didn't expect that I would also have a day when I felt deficient.

Who knew that Shandi said in a daze:

"I don't use perception."

Roger was taken aback again.

But listen to Sandy:

"On the cover of the book it says..."

““If you want to practice this skill, you must ask three questions;

What is a knife?

Who are you?

What is spirit?

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"There are really three problems here."

Heard here.

Roger's expression grew numb.

He pondered for a moment.

After all, there is no secret manual given by the sword master-

Find out why.

Firstly, he did not trust the knife owner enough;

Secondly, his need for psychics is already low.

Roger came to the historical world for only one purpose—

Killing Persons!

As long as you can walk far enough on the cliff of the spirit world.

The rest is false!

But Sandy interrupted.

He does remember a question.

This guy is a 7-inspired macho, can he perform the "Spirit Ascension Ceremony"?

If possible.

How far can it go?

Think of this.

Roger can't wait to drag Sandy to the Ascension.

He's not short of materials anyway.

It's almost dawn at this time—

The ascension ceremony must be done at night, otherwise the breath of the spirit world is too weak, and the ascension will be greatly reduced.

So he could only temporarily suppress the idea.

After returning from the spirit world.

Roger took a nap in the house.

Soon.

The sound of footsteps is remembered in the village.

The first round of the game for the rest.

It starts today.

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AM.

An amusement park in Hubei.

It was misty.

The laughter of the Joker and the Snow Maidens was mixed with a few shrill screams.

Outside the guardrail.

Medog coldly announces:

"The fourth group ends with no survivors."

"The fifth group."

The portal opens silently.

The fifth group of psychics walked in with a resolute expression.

Soon.

Another round of games begins.

It's business as usual.

No surprises.

This made Mo Tuo breath a sigh of relief.

His eyes swept back and forth in the crowd.

Very good.

No Roger found.

That guy finally got his day.

This is what Motuo thought in his heart.

"No matter how terrible your origin is, no matter how powerful you are, as long as you pass today, you will not be allowed to be mad..."

His eyes slowly turned to the playground.

Just now.

A demon clown limped past with a horrific smile, pulling a chainsaw.

Motuo showed a satisfied expression.

"This clown is very dedicated..."

In the blink of an eye.

The clown disappeared from his sight.

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A moment later.

The clown made his way through most of the playground without a hitch.

Come outside an invisible gate.

He stretches out his hands ~IndoMTL.com~ to lightly touch the door.

A soft and ethereal touch came slowly.

On the data bar.

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"Do you enter the spirit world: Snow Maiden Camp?"

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"Hint: You are at the Snow Maiden Camp"

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"Record: You begin the trek in the Snow Maiden camp.

You skim the stream at Snow Maiden's Camp.

You have passed through the valley at Snow Maiden's Camp.

You have climbed the Holy Peak at Snow Maiden's Camp.

You discovered the totem of faith in the Snow Maiden camp - you felt the favor of the Frost Lord, and you realized that the Snow Maiden was actually the Frost Lord's family.

You have received a private message"

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"You gained 2 Astral Dust"

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"Warning: You have been spotted by a group of Snow Maidens! Please make a choice-

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High-dimensional perspective is in effect.

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Option 1: Run away (run away without looking back)

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Selection result: There is a 50% chance that an abnormality will be found by the top of the Snow Girl Camp and reported to the Frost Lord.

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Option 2: deceive (tell them that you are actually a Snow Maiden, but look a bit different)

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Selection result: 1% of the mentally retarded Snow Maiden will believe this, and the rest will join forces to attack you.

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Option 3: Shoot the cannon (although you don't have a tank, and the today's affix of the possessed ring has nothing to do with the tank, you can still choose to shoot the snow girls;

Hint 1: In the spirit world, psychic soap has 200% power;

Tip 2: When necessary, tanks can also be emergency items)

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Selection result: successfully annihilate all the Snow Maidens who found anomalies without causing any commotion"

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"Do I still have options?"

Roger shrugged.

Skillfully draws a bar of soap from his waist.

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