I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages Chapter 80: Sliding shovel
Roger walked west along the banks of the Serra River.
The number of subterranean warthogs is increasing instead of decreasing.
Rivers in some basins have overflowed, forming new tributaries or ponds.
The scene was really shocking.
Roger looked up the Sierra, unable to imagine what was going on.
The banks of the Sierra River are very quiet, and there is a feeling that there is no living thing within a few miles.
Hope Qi can't get the information, and Roger doesn't dare to do divination without authorization.
After a short stay, I can only go back.
On his way back, he saw a tall and tall man on the shore.
The man, like him, was carefully observing the dead pig on the river.
Roger walked over and took the initiative to say hello:
"Good morning."
"Good morning." The man's accent was a bit rigid, and his tone was very formal. He didn't seem to be a native of the manor.
His attire is not that of an ordinary adventurer, but it is quite different from that of merchants and peasants.
More like the affairs officer in Dawn Town.
"It's shocking, isn't it?"
The man turned and smiled.
He has a sculptural face, a straight nose, a full forehead, and a pair of beautiful dark green eyes hidden under the sunken eye sockets.
His lips are always pressed together with a firmness.
Even the sparse hair with a precarious hairline was combed in an orderly manner, revealing an unspeakable stubbornness.
Only one eye.
Roger vaguely guessed the man's identity.
"Indeed." Roger looked at the dead pig on the river and shook his head gently:
"This kind of thing is completely beyond my knowledge."
"Reasonable." The man stared at Roger calmly, as if he was reciting the lines of a stage play when he spoke, with a straight face:
"I once heard a story."
"Under the burial ground, there is an open dark world; in the southwest corner of the dark world, there is a mossy plain full of subterranean warthogs."
"Every winter, a large herd of subterranean warthogs gather and run all the way to the south."
"The herd of warthogs is so powerful that even the master of the dark world, the cunning and mighty two-headed black dragon, dare not face the onslaught of hundreds of thousands of warthogs."
"During that time, all predators avoided the path of the warthog herd. They swept across the endless subterranean plains to the far south of the dark world."
"The southernmost part of the dark world is an underground river called Bundry. There is often a white fog rising over the dark river, which is unpredictable. The warthogs will rush to the Bundry River one after another - but your Excellency knows that , subterranean warthogs can't swim, so the first warthog that dashes down will just drown."
"In view of the physiological structure of warthogs, after drowning, they will quickly float up and become a small piece of duckweed that can settle on the river; so the later ones can step on the dead body of their companions and continue to advance until they become a floating part of Ping."
"As it goes back and forth, one day, on a gentle river, the warthogs will use their bones to build a pontoon bridge. Their companions will have a chance to reach the south of the river bank. But it is not so simple."
"There is also a strange white mist on the Bundry River. The white mist will kill all intruders, without exception."
"We still don't know how many lucky people in the annual warthog migration have successfully stepped on the bones of their companions to reach the other side no matter how much they pay."
"All we know is that the warthogs that didn't make it are here."
Speaking of which.
The man fell into a long silence, as if he was thinking, and some seemed to be reminiscing.
Roger was drawn to this quirky and slightly shocking story.
The two stood there stiffly.
Looks like two pitiful idiots who have been caught in the human immobilization technique.
After a while.
There are rustling footsteps not far away.
"Alan Dominic."
"Your Excellency must be Master Roger."
The man came back to his senses and extended his hand to Roger generously.
For Roger, this etiquette is too long gone.
He subconsciously grabbed Alan's hand - it was a pair of very thick hands, and very warm, giving a strong sense of security.
"Just call me Roger."
he said.
Alan said sternly: "For a martial artist who saved the manor from tortoises, "Master" is a very appropriate title. "
"And on the way back to the manor, I also heard the legend of "White Feather Flying Man". "
In the face of Alan's compliment, Roger suddenly blushed.
Maybe he is too serious.
Roger told himself so.
"Just call me Roger."
He chose to be a Reply Reader.
Alan frowned, and it took a long time to relax:
"Okay Roger. I'm willing to make an exception for you."
Roger breathed a sigh of relief.
When other people in the manor called him Master Roger in that local accent, he felt a kind of simple intimacy; but in the serious tone of Brother Alan, he always had a kind of MLM master who was hung up and ridiculed repeatedly. The illusion of whip corpse.
"Lord Alan, why are the warthogs migrating south?"
Roger brings the topic back to the main topic:
"And if the Bundry River is the upper reaches of the Serra River, then the so-called "monster talk" is not self-defeating, right? "
Alan stiffened his back, and his tone softened a little:
"At least in my opinion, the idea that there are monsters at the bottom of the river is closer to nonsense."
"In the thirteen-year observation log of the Lord's Mansion, there is no trace of monsters appearing."
"As for the motives of the warthogs, I am afraid that only the warthogs themselves know."
"But we do have some immature guesses. The specific research results need further investigation. I hope that when I go back, Hayward can bring me the latest hydrological data."
Roger nodded knowingly and stopped asking questions.
At the first meeting, Alan had already revealed a lot of information to him.
Let's not say whether it is true or false.
These are not accessible to ordinary adventurers.
Although he is very interested in the secrets of the Serra, he also knows how to deal with people.
The two chatted for a while, nothing more than the customs of the manor, the weather and food.
Alan is indeed a very smart person.
He is very personable and eloquent, and he can win the favor of others with a few words——
Different from the words used by liars~IndoMTL.com~ Alan's words can always cut to the core of the topic and point directly to the root of the problem, which makes people feel awe-inspiring.
For Roger, Alan's speculative habits have many similarities with him, and are not at all like the natives of Mystra.
This made him a little curious about the other party's origins.
After a while.
Roger led Alan and Freya, who was standing not far away, to walk around the farm.
Although Senluo Farm is run down, the natural scenery is still good.
Freya was well prepared and brought her own food. The three of them simply had a picnic near the forest in the west.
After that, he returned to Roger's house.
The two chatted all afternoon.
At dusk, Alan reluctantly bid farewell to Freya's repeated eyes.
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At night.
Another guard came to visit, saying it was a gift of thanks from Lord Alan.
Roger opened it and saw a note for "White Feather Flying Man" on it, which made Roger feel embarrassed for a while.
Below is a martial arts book.
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"Superb Martial Arts Cheats (Sliding Shovel)"
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See the name.
Roger's expression turned odd.
"Is this asking me to slide up and send a wave?"
However, he still habitually turned on the lookout technique.
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"Sliding Shovel: Pingsha School of Zhen School, Founder Black Tiger"
"Description: A martial arts sliding shovel that contains 196 different moves. It has strong armor-piercing, maiming and opportunity-seeking effects. It is a unique skill that Master Black Tiger has learned and condensed in his life, and it is a powerful weapon in actual combat"
"Requirement: Comprehension 15/At least 3 Qi orifices"
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