The Truth of Magic Chapter 365: Silent warning

After confirming his ability to escape for 24 hours, Zhao Xu continued to take out an octopus tentacle, grasped the sticky and smooth piece tightly, and began to chant a spell at the same time.

　　 "Eva Malicious Tentacle"!

　　In an instant, two black tentacles came out of his shoulder blades and wrapped around his shoulders, and following Zhao Xu's mind manipulation, they flicked within three meters.

　　 The speed and the power of the offensive are not much different from an ordinary one or two level fighters.

　　This round-level spell, after Zhao Xu's spell lasts forever, is equivalent to that Zhao Xu has two more threatening tentacles who can knock the enemy in the next 24 hours.

　　 From then on, he can cast spells in general, generally controlling his two tentacles to attack the enemy.

　　 Zhao Xu frowned slightly, but the picture was not very beautiful, so he immediately let the two tentacles retract his shoulders and cover them with his cloak.

　　Unconsciously, how could he become a strange tentacle monster.

　　 Zhao Xu didn’t stop, he immediately followed the same pattern to draw a gourd, took out a dagger from his backpack, and performed another second-ring spell——

　　 "The Cloud of Blades".

　　 With Zhao Xu's strong grip, the entire dagger was instantly shattered and turned into a blade-like cloud of mist, hovering around Zhao Xu's body.

　　 There seems to be an invisible blade in the air that is aimed at the direction Zhao Xu is looking at.

　　 Zhao Xu stared directly at the sparrow flying attached to the corner of the courtyard wall. It was within 9 meters of range.

　　 Zhao Xu's thoughts moved, and the sword suddenly became angry, and saw this sparrow that had braved the cold to feed directly stiff, and fell freely to the ground.

　　 didn't even know that it died, that he had just withstood the terrible blow of the 18th-level attack power.

　　 Cloud of Blades is also a round-level spell.

　　After Zhao Xu lasted, he was able to condense his own sword every round and issue such an extreme piercing blow like a sharp dagger.

　　 And the attack power of the dagger condensed by this spell is determined by the addition of his caster level (level 12) and the intelligence adjustment value (6).

　　 Both of them, Zhao Xu, are the top players among the players, so they stack up a full 18-tier attack, making it impossible for ordinary people to resist.

　　 Ordinary people who were hit by his sword like this were no different from the dagger penetrating their hearts. They just fell to the ground and passed out on the spot.

　　 After the next two methods, Zhao Xu was equivalent to obtaining two major attack methods, both near and far.

　　 Even if he runs out of spell slots next, he can kill him in low-end combat with two tentacle attacks and one knife attack every round.

　　 He used a second-level spell and a third-level spell in exchange for a special offensive ability that lasted 24 hours to make up for the last shortcoming of insufficient battery life after his spell slot was exhausted.

　　 After figuring this out, Zhao Xu directly kicked his legs and walked on the volley. He walked out of the courtyard of Mrs. Betty's house and walked back into the downtown area of ​​Shuanglu Town.

　　 Recently, the town of Shuanglu has become like the source of its name, and frost blooms on the banyan trees from the original condensation.

　　 However, there are still many common people in the small town’s market, who are wrapped in cotton clothes that are not thick to sell mountain products or handicrafts.

　　 Everyone is trying to sell as much as possible before the cold night comes, and shout out loud in the evening.

　　Shuanglu Town itself is not the place where the player came from. At this time, Zhao Xu met a few waves of players who came here to do tasks on the road.

　　 "This cold weather, it's too cold." A white-haired soldier, standing in front of a luxuriously decorated shop, said tremblingly.

　　 "You 16 are so cold?" The dwarf poet on the side sneered. He was about a meter tall, with dark brown skin under his blond hair, and a small harp hanging on his chest, which seemed a bit funny.

　　 "My elder brother, I only relied on my 16 physique, so I don't wear less. It's like you are almost wrapped up as a hedgehog." The white-haired soldier retorted, "After the **** is over, the employer will meet Mistra. I have to buy a sweater and add it."

　　 "Hey, when do you think we players can enter this kind of auction openly and spend a lot of money." Another halfling rogue on the side also complained, but his eyes kept patrolling the prey on the street.

　　 "Don't think about it, I heard that several well-known player unions in Mystra have secretly sent people over, but I haven't seen one in my shadow, and I don't know whether it's true or not." said the dwarf poet.

　　The four of them were in a small group, and they were discussing together.

　　 After hearing the topic, Zhao Xu didn't expect it to be so coincidental. These four players also escorted their employers to tonight's auction.

　　Especially among the seven races that the player can choose initially, among the three shorts, "halfling", "dwarf", and "dwarf", he unexpectedly met two of them at once, so he couldn't help but slow down and observe Down.

　　 Compared with humans who live in disorderly places, most of the other races have fixed residences. Even the elves and dwarves have established huge kingdoms, and their own vocational training is also a self-contained system.

　　 Therefore, Zhao Xu and the others do not often see creatures of other races in human towns.

　　 Zhao Xu can only rely on a few words from the other party to judge the number of people in the auction tonight, which may exceed his imagination.

　　 But he didn't entangle anymore, put on his "institutional goggles" and walked to the temporary booth to "treasure hunt".

　　 The halfling wanderer stood in the shadow corner, watching Zhao Xu just passing by a few of them, and walking to the stall not far away, keeping his eyes on him.

　　 "Hey, don't make trouble, the employer is still inside." The white-haired soldier looked at his halfling teammates eagerly and couldn't help but warn.

　　 Fights caused by players' abuse of "handsmanship" skills basically happen every day. It was not until the Mystral Guard Department arrested and imprisoned a wave of rogue players into jail that this unhealthy trend was slightly suppressed. Evil spirits.

　　 "Don't worry, it will be fast. Although the other party looks very simple in a robe, I don't think that the gold-plated brass goggles is anything but ordinary." This man has both skill and craft (alchemy). The young loiterer licked the corner of his mouth, showing a look of excitement.

　　"I'll be back soon. If you think about it, even the most insignificant glasses can be magical items. Where is the real magical equipment, especially the cane, I suspect that it is of great value. "

　　 Hearing what he said, the dwarf poet who has “appraisal” in his job skills was also in deep thought for a while, and kept reminiscing about the figure that the other party had just walked past.

　　 Ordinary people want to assess whether the items in their hands are magic items, and they can also rely on "detection magic" or even "identification" to distinguish them.

　　 But for some suspected "antique treasures" items, to judge whether they are fancy crafts or precious works of heirlooms, most of them will ask for their opinions from poets or wanderers who have "appraisal" of their own skills and have been specially upgraded.

　　The dwarf poet thought about it, "The priest’s sacrificial robes are probably not a mortal thing, and the density of needles and threads even exceeds the current level of craftsmanship."

　　 The halfling wanderer next to him was even more excited when he heard it, "Wearing a sacrificial robe without armor, it looks like a fat sheep, probably from the kind of noble family who was sent to the church to serve the gods."

　　 "Don't be planted and wait for a while." The white-haired soldier always felt that the priest had an invisible murderous intent, and quickly warned the halfling.

　　 "Come on, it's the kind priest of the goddess that I dare to start, and I just punish me a few words if I was discovered." The halfling wanderer looked back at the goddess priests he had stolen before, and said with complacency.

　　 Their players have mastered the "hands-on-hand" ability, but it is not easy to use, then what kind of player is it called?

　　 said, he lowered his footsteps and lurked over silently.

　　Because of their short size, halflings are inherently flexible and not easy to fall, and they are very athletic. Compared with human players, they have other bonuses.

　　 is the Tier 2 racial bonus of the "sneak" skill, which makes his usual "sneak" skill more silent.

　　 And at this time, Zhao Xu was holding up a bronze statue and looking at it. Once he found a half-damaged bronze griffin statue at the booth of his former friend, Shen, and picked it out to give it to him.

　　 But in Shuanglu Town near Mystra, Zhao Xu glanced roughly, and felt that he should be able to give up his thoughts on leaks.

　　 He might as well think about going to a nearby firm to prepare a deposit for tonight.

　　 Although the market price of the +6 intelligence headscarf is only 36,000 gold coins, he can still get the 36,000 gold coins for the mere bid, but he can't get the final price.

　　 Suddenly, the tentacles singing on Zhao Xu's back twisted.

　　 He turned his head directly, and realized that in front of him was a halfling whose height was not much different from his squatting height. His face was rosy, his eyes turned brown, and he had long sideburns, but he didn't have the slightest beard.

　　 "Mr. Pastor, suddenly I am a little confused about the doctrine of the goddess, and I just want to come and ask you." For flexibility, the halfling wanderer only wears the weakest leather armor, and at the same time wears a thin handle at his waist. Sword and dagger.

　　 While talking with a hippy smile, he couldn't help but glance at his dagger, wondering how to deal with the conflict. But this is also the worst-case scenario. He was sure that this pastor would not vent too much.

　　 Kindness can be deceived, and he has determined this a long time ago.

　　 Just now the wanderer stood in the shadow corner, so Zhao Xu glanced over, but he didn't expect that he would become the enemy's prey instead.

　　 Zhao Xu smiled lightly, "The goddess has a doctrine that stealing is forbidden."

　　 said, he patted the halfling lightly on the shoulder, "Little warning."

　　 Then Zhao Xu gently closed the zipper on the side pocket of his backpack, stood up and walked to another store.

　　 The three people in the distance have been watching the situation here, and saw that the priest suddenly got up. They thought there was a battle. They were holding their weapons, but they found that the other party left directly.

　　 It’s just their halfling teammates who have been standing silently like this.

　　 "It's a bit weird, let's take a look." The white-haired soldier felt a little bad, and directly carried the giant sword on his back and walked over with the other two teammates.

　　 "What's wrong, Dwarf?" The white-haired soldier taunted watching the rogue still motionless.

　　 I saw this halfling wanderer~IndoMTL.com~ and turned around so stiffly, "Just now he gave me a look like this after he said it. It scared me to death. It's the kind of person who really killed people. Murderous, let me go, this shouldn't be an evil priest."

　　"Then why are you not moving just now." The dwarf poet said in an angry voice, "I thought you were dead."

　　 "That's the scary thing, you know, two tentacles just wrapped around and tied my feet, scaring me to death." The halfling wanderer said nervously.

　　 At this time, he looked excited, and suddenly a small wound less than half a finger's length burst out of his face, bleeding from it.

　　 At this moment, the three of them couldn’t help but feel a tingle behind their backs when they saw this scene. After a while, the white-haired soldier gritted his teeth and said: "Fool, you quickly wipe your face."

　　 At this time, the halfling touched his face, only to realize that his face was slipped silently.

　　 is just as thin as a cicada's wings, so slight that it is hard to feel the wound open until now.

　　 This is the other's little warning.

　　 "It's really dangerous, this Arthur has invisible sword energy, if it's a little bit too low, I won't have to be cut." The wanderer said with lingering fear.

　　"Yes, if you just succeeded, now I will come to collect the body of your cut throat. The priest is kind and can deceive your sister, who knows if it is an evil priest, you want the four of us to become zombies and follow Are you jumping behind the other party?"

　　 "Don't jump these few days, this broken town is all Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. I guess the opponent must be at least level 10 or above, so they can cast spells without having to educate you silently." Said the half-elf ranger who spoke.

　　After listening, the four of them all looked in the direction where the pastor had disappeared, but their minds were different.