I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages Chapter 35: Curse
It was night, and Roger went on a killing spree.
He walked between the tents like a **** of death, quietly taking the lives of one monster after another.
Until dawn.
He left reluctantly.
This was the first time he wished he could have 72 hours a night so he could save some more sinful grey dwarves.
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The next day is daylight.
The gray dwarf camp is really frying.
First, the guards discovered a large number of corpses later, causing severe panic among the gray dwarves.
It was afternoon.
Overdose of laxatives begin to show their power.
Every gray dwarf camp is filled with an indescribable smell.
The wily Roger didn't go back to sleep.
He prepared a few masks for himself, blocked his nostrils with cotton wool, and waited quietly outside a gray dwarf camp.
Time flies by.
Chaos is growing in the grey dwarven camp.
Finally, someone couldn't help rushing out and ran to the reeds outside to have a good time.
Roger, who has been waiting for a long time, will naturally not miss these monsters that come to his door.
Ti Yun even launched leisurely.
The green cockroach sword is like a dragon playing in the water, easily taking the lives of one gray dwarf after another.
Under the action of powerful laxatives.
These gray dwarves have had their toughness significantly reduced, making Roger's handling easier.
He spent the day wandering outside the six grey dwarven camps.
The reeds.
Among the bushes.
Under the grassy slope.
Wherever there is any sign of the convenience of the grey dwarves, there is the light of the green scorpion sword.
It was evening.
When Roger returned home and took off his mask, he always felt that the Green Clam Sword had turned into a savory sword.
At night.
He washed the green scorpion sword dozens of times with water from a pool at the bottom of the cave.
The smell still seems to linger.
That night, Roger did not continue to attack.
On the one hand, his energy and physical strength have reached the limit, and he must rest well to ensure his combat effectiveness.
On the other hand.
Roger estimated that with the reaction speed of the leader of the gray dwarves, he should have responded.
I will rush into the grey dwarf camp again tonight.
I might be caught in the urn.
The single-player stab camp will have better effects when used for the first time.
So this night.
In the panic of countless grey dwarves.
Roger instead slept soundly.
At dawn, he yawned and ran outside to take a look.
There are no more grey dwarves on Yellowstone, leaving only an empty camp and some pickled things.
Experienced the double torment of dragon breath and laxatives.
The grey dwarves have finally retreated.
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In the days that followed, Roger embarked on a long swamp hunting trip.
The grey dwarves have only temporarily withdrawn from Yellowstone.
In fact, they did not give up their ambitions for Longya Village.
That's why.
In the swamp near Yellowstone Island, guard posts have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.
I don't know where these gray dwarves brought so many materials, and they actually sealed off Yellowstone Island with dense walls.
Fortunately, Roger has a ladder, and these floating walls can't stop him.
Sometimes he started killing people inside the fence, and sometimes he ran outside the fence to make waves.
It made the gray dwarves miserable.
In the blink of an eye, many days have passed.
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Seven months later. near the fence.
On a floating haystack, a grey dwarf is running away in a panic.
Unfortunately, in front of Ti Yunzong, his speed is really not enough.
Whoosh!
A flash of sword light flashed, and along with Roger's dashing soaring into the air, the tip of the Green Falcon Sword was gently lifted, and the grey dwarf's neck guard was removed.
Then a sword stabs him to death.
The gray dwarf's body twitched violently, and after a long time, he squinted and fell on the haystack.
Roger bent down and quickly collected the spoils.
After a dozen breaths.
There were continuous warning signs in the sight of Qishu, and there was a noise not far away——
A large group of grey dwarven soldiers is approaching!
Roger jumped without hesitation.
As the rabbit rose and the falcon fell, he disappeared into the mist of the swamp.
The gray dwarf army, who was still long in coming, could only stare at his back, incompetently furious.
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"You have killed 1 swamp grey dwarf, and you have killed 8409 swamp grey dwarves in total. Your milestone - Race Butcher has set a new record"
"You gained 2 XP"
"Your 'Fortitude' has been slightly increased"
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"The distance is getting stronger and closer."
The progress bar of the sin mark is close to 90%, which means that the "tenacious physique" that has undergone many enhancements will soon usher in a real transformation.
Look at the prompt in the data column.
Roger felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
He likes this down-to-earth sense of progress.
Just like when he hunted frogs in Yuntai Mountain back then, his toughness was cut by one gray dwarf and one gray dwarf.
No one can take this credit away.
For more than half a year, he has been fighting wits and courage with the gray dwarves in the swamp.
In order to hunt the grey dwarves, he tried almost every means.
And the gray dwarf leader who never showed up tried many means to counter Roger.
The "neck guard" around the neck of the dead grey dwarf just now is a great invention.
This made Roger have to remove these "neck guards" before killing people, which greatly affected the efficiency.
In addition, the other party also designed several traps to try to lure Roger into taking the bait.
Unfortunately, Roger has always maintained a cautious attitude.
The plan of the leader of the gray dwarf not only failed, but Roger's plan was planned several times
Naturally, the result was that he lost his wife and lost his army.
On the other hand.
The grey dwarves also launched some attacks on Longya Village.
These attacks more or less paid off.
Especially that night two days ago.
They have successfully wounded the Emerald Drake with a brand new modified ballista!
If it wasn't for Cindy who suddenly stood up and lost a 3rd level spell, the Longya Village would have been breached.
That night.
Although the gray dwarves were persuaded to retreat, the spell was also overdrafting Cindy.
Roger was already in bed when he saw her again.
At that time, Cindy told him that ~IndoMTL.com~ Longya Village decided to move.
This was not a hasty decision.
In the face of the day and night attacks of the gray dwarves, they really couldn't stand it.
The Emerald Drake's injury was the straw that broke the camel's back.
They decided to move their clan to the east of the swamp.
Cindy invites Roger to join him on the road.
But Roger declined.
He is very clear about his goals.
He won't go anywhere until enough gray dwarves have been hunted.
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The departure of Longya Village must be bad news for Roger.
Although I don't know how they plan to migrate.
But since Cindy dares to speak out, it's probably a wonderful method that can't be stopped.
After all, it is a village favored by real dragons, and it is not surprising that it has some background.
And once the Emerald Drake is gone, Roger will be the number one target of the Grey Dwarves.
One can imagine the pressure he felt during the introduction.
So these days, Roger has stepped up his hunting efforts. For three consecutive days, the number of grey dwarves has exceeded 300!
This caused a violent backlash from the grey dwarves.
The area around Yellowstone has become very unsafe these days.
The gray dwarf soldiers are almost clearing the turf and puddles.
Roger's living space is shrinking little by little.
Worse yet.
This morning, he suddenly found a jet black eye on the back of his left hand!
Lookout shows that this is a very terrible curse!
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"Curse of blood relatives: all your bodily functions are depleting, and every 72 hours, you will suffer an instant death sentence"
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