I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages Chapter 39: Dojo
White Moon City.
In a vast underground cave.
Colorful fluorescent light shot down from the stone walls above the cave.
Landed on the moss-covered ruins, reflecting a strange light.
The stone walls are inlaid with unknown gems.
They are the most common light sources in the entire underground world other than "fluorescent bacteria".
Temple District.
A richly dressed grey dwarf is waving a jeweled cane and making a roar.
His voice was actually not loud, even a little weak.
But with the help of the "evil spell", it was successfully passed to the ears of every gray dwarf in White Moon City.
In an instant.
Hundreds of thousands of grey dwarves acted.
They flooded into the cave area like a tide.
It swept through every corner of the White Moon City like locusts passing through.
But time passed by minute by minute.
As the "Great Prophet", the Grey Dwarves never received news of the "Invaders Arrested".
He wandered back and forth between the two stone pillars anxiously, his face uncertain.
Right now.
A slender fungus slave brought a basin of water as he had previously ordered.
What awaits the fungus slave is a cane in the face!
He groaned in pain as he knocked over the basin and others.
"Bitch! Bitch!"
Seemingly dissatisfied with being beaten with a cane, the Great Prophet simply used his foot.
He kicked the fungus slave **** the forehead, and the latter struggled instinctively for a while before losing his voice.
Pale green blood slowly spread out on the ground.
"Bitch! Bah!"
The Great Prophet kicked again.
"Drag it away!"
"Get another basin of water!"
Two other fungus slaves stepped forward in horror and dragged away the bodies of their dead compatriots.
The surroundings were dead silent.
After a while.
A gray dwarf dressed as an apprentice bit his head and brought a basin of water over.
The Great Prophet glared at him, causing the apprentice's legs to tremble with fright.
But fortunately, he still stood firm and didn't throw the basin.
"Put it down."
The Great Prophet's voice softened slightly.
The apprentice who knew his temperament couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief and hurriedly put the water basin on the stone table.
"Teacher."
"Where do you think the intruder is hiding?"
His tone was full of doubts and incomprehension.
He is very clear about the situation of "The Cave of Thousand Faces".
Let alone an outsider, even the local gray dwarves in White Moon City can't get out.
But the caves that seem to be extending in all directions actually have a knack for blocking them.
As long as the grey dwarves get stuck at a few key points, it will be difficult for them to fly even with wings.
But it's been so long now.
The gray dwarves of White Moon City had already held all the main passages of the Devil's Nest and carried out a wave of carpet searches.
As a result, I didn't even see the shadow of the intruder!
This has never happened in the history of White Moon City's defense against invaders.
"I don't know."
The Great Prophet shook his head: "But what is certain is that the intruder has mastered invisibility or similar abilities."
"Otherwise he would not have escaped the first wave of arrests."
Speaking of this, he touched his beard with some emotion:
"It's really cunning. You and I have been fighting wits and courage for more than half a year, but you have never revealed your stealth ability."
"If I hadn't used a curse to force him into the dungeon, I'm afraid he would have continued to hide."
The apprentice scratched his head, his expression a little numb.
"Never mind, we must find his location!"
The Great Prophet's face sank, and he took out a small knife and cut open the palm of his hand.
He squeezed for a long time before squeezing a drop of dark purple blood from the gap.
"It's almost out of blood."
The voice of the Great Prophet was a little bleak.
The apprentice immediately lowered his head, not daring to look any further.
Blood drips into the basin.
The Great Prophet chanted a lengthy incantation.
With the gradual progress of the incantation, the position of the intruder was also transformed on the water surface——
This is one of the disadvantages of the "curse of blood".
After the curse is completed, the caster cannot sense the position of the cursed person.
The cursed can sense the location of the curser.
So the Great Prophet must use additional spells to locate the intruder.
…
The picture in the water basin gradually became clearer.
The apprentice leaned forward to take a look, but saw the flashing screen:
There are gemstones, towering stone pillars, and... fungal slaves?
"Teacher?! He is..."
In desperation.
The gray dwarf apprentice suddenly looked up, but saw a huge head flying towards him!
Pfft!
He exclaimed and slapped the haggard head away.
The head of the Great Prophet fell to the ground with a muffled sound.
The fungus slaves fled in terror.
The apprentice stared blankly at the headless body, and behind it, a blurred figure appeared in a twisted shape.
"The Great Prophet of the Grey Dwarves? That's all?"
"It's much easier to kill than the Drow sister."
The man snorted.
He glanced casually at the gray dwarf apprentice.
The apprentice suddenly knelt on the ground and raised his hands high:
"I have nothing to do with him, I was forced to..."
Before he could finish speaking, he heard the footsteps of the intruder hurriedly leaving.
"He didn't take me to heart!"
"He didn't take me to heart!"
The joy of the rest of my life welled up in my heart.
Seeing the man leisurely leave the stone pillars of the temple.
The gray dwarf apprentice suddenly got up, and he shouted loudly:
"Wei..."
The word "Bing" has not yet landed.
A soft sound of "huh".
A sharp arrow from the darkness pierced his throat.
The apprentice stared at him and fell down reluctantly.
In the dark.
Roger put away Ziying, his figure distorted quickly, and disappeared in place.
…
"You killed the Grey Dwarf Grand Prophet (Elite) (Weak Period)"
"The curse of blood on you is completely gone..."
"You earned 30 XP"
"You have gained 40 points of chivalry"
"The Execution Order reward is being obtained..."
"Failed to obtain the reward, you cannot obtain the feats from the Great Prophet of the Grey Dwarves"
…
"Huh?"
"The execution order will fail..."
Using the cover of the shadow cloak, Roger walked briskly through a sentry and successfully left the temple area.
At this time, he has time to look at the data column.
The fact that he didn't get the new feat~IndoMTL.com~ made Roger resentful towards the Great Prophet of the Grey Dwarves.
Among a series of regular rewards, only 40 points of chivalry is not bad.
But this also shows from the side that this fellow is even more evil than the evil corpse demon.
In fact, killing the Great Prophet of the Grey Dwarves didn't cost Roger much at all.
After killing the drow sister, Roger led the grey dwarves to the devil's lair.
Thanks to the leader of the grey dwarves.
He had already memorized the map of the dungeon by heart.
Although I haven't walked it personally, it's worth going through thousands of times.
Into the cave.
Roger quickly used the shadow cloak to shake off the gray dwarf army, and reflexively killed a carbine!
His thinking is clear.
The first goal is to lift the "curse of blood relatives"!
Even if the Great Prophet could sense his presence, he would still be there!
The instant death sentence for the Curse of Blood is no joke.
He prepared for the worst.
But I didn't expect to encounter the simplest test paper.
When he easily cut off the head of the Great Prophet, Roger even suspected that it was a trap, and he cut off just a double...
But sometimes things are that simple.
After the curse was lifted, Roger finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Avoid the gray dwarves who are searching.
Roger followed the directions on the map and found a hidden underground river.
After loosening his muscles, he jumped into the river and tried to swim upstream.
Ten minutes later.
The icy river water gradually warms up.
He found a place and climbed ashore.
…
"Hint: You have found the Qingquan School"
…