The Truth of Magic Chapter 382: Talk to the deceased
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Zhao Xu's words immediately caused everyone to fall into deep thought.
Although Zhao Xu has seen instant death spells before, he can even use his staff to cast instant death spells.
But these are still too far away from ordinary low-level adventurers after all.
Those who really get here will never have a chance to stand here.
Because as long as the toughness save does not survive the death spell, and there is no such immunization method as the "death barrier", then ordinary civilians will basically die properly without spell resistance.
It's just that the death spell itself has too many rings, and it didn't make a reputation among the civilians.
So everyone did not react to this possibility at first.
Death spells, too far away from them.
The same goes for mages. When the mages reach the stage where they can cast the finger of death, this spell will no longer allow them to deal with enemies at that stage.
After mentioning a word, Zhao Xu has already stepped forward and walked directly to the tent where the corpse was parked.
Vivienne is guarding behind him. Facing this girl with extraordinary combat power, many people have no intention of fighting.
After seeing Zhao Xu entering the tent, among the remaining adventurers, some of the identities could not help but follow.
After a long period of silent communication, everyone vaguely confirmed one thing.
That is Zhao Xu and the bodyguard next to him, neither of whom are natives of Lucca City.
According to the apprentice pastor’s speculation, the charming woman who successfully slayed the protection-paid wanderer with a very subtle sword was probably a paladin.
Because of the sword that smashes evil, it is almost impossible to cut evil!
Paladins seldom buckle for five buckets of rice, and unless they conform to their beliefs and beliefs in their hearts, they rarely accept outside tasks.
Naturally, everyone immediately guessed that the man who could be protected by a paladin was probably the senior priest of the temple.
Combined with the recent storm of migration and escape, several keen players even made bold judgments.
The man in front of him is probably a middle-to-high-level clergyman who went to serve in the Northern Alliance.
Now following them and walking through the mist, it is natural to protect everyone.
Thinking about it this way also means that the place next to this pastor is the safest place.
When Zhao Xu entered a tent that was not very spacious, about the size of a single dormitory, he noticed that another group of players followed in immediately, like a follower.
But Zhao Xu didn't care. He walked straight to the dead bard. Even if he migrated to the Northern Alliance, he still wore a luxurious dress instead of the inlaid leather armor common to poet adventurers.
At this time, the poet's eyes opened wide, and his pupils had been enlarged, cold and stiff, and he obviously couldn't believe that he would pass away suddenly like this.
"Vivian, have you ever contacted a bard." Zhao Xu asked.
Vivienne shook her head.
The people behind him knew that this beautiful young lady paladin was named Vivian.
It's just that they tried hard to recall, and they couldn't remember that there was such a female paladin named Vivian in the nearby city.
The other person's looks and posture are so good, it stands to reason that they might not have heard of it.
"The bards wander around, collect local legends, and then narrate them. They use music as a magic medium to make the audience happy or sad."
Speaking of this, Zhao Xu's voice paused, Ruoyoruowu observing the traces of the corpse.
He glanced at another player poet in the room.
Because of their singing, poets are more likely to use magic, and are far easier to complete professional training than mages and priests, so they have often become popular candidates for players recently.
It's just that the bard is easy at level 1, but difficult at level 2.
Players already know that fighting monsters is not the only way to level up. Many bards have played countless goblins, and they are about to get the title of goblin killer, and still can't feel the arrival of level 2.
Finally, I had no choice but to choose a roundabout way to advance to other careers in a part-time job.
"Sir, can you say a few more words about the poet?"
At this moment, standing in the corner, another group of poets and players who accompanied the dead, the whole person seemed to be confused, as if they had received a huge blow.
But his eyes were very bright at this time, as if he had caught the road ahead.
For a while, everyone else around looked at the inexplicable dialogue between the two in surprise.
When Zhao Xu heard this sentence, he also knew that he was not showing it to the blind.
Before, he had been concerned about the difficulty of poets to break through this aspect in the forum.
It's just that he hasn't performed too much in other professions recently, and it happens to be this time to spread the "secret".
The Arthurian adventurers that Lucca City heard were not poets themselves and did not touch them deeply. At the same time, they were not poets and did not have a proper communication channel.
The poet player is different, not to mention that he has tools such as forums and networks.
At this time, other players, looking at the poet who is also the player, looked like they were worshipping the mysterious man, and realized that something very unusual was happening before them.
"Poets need to face all kinds of people." Zhao Xu continued to say that in the legendary library, he saw the content recorded in the biography written by the **** of poets.
"So they often work as diplomats, coordinators, couriers, scouts, or spies."
In a few sentences, Zhao Xu has already given a brief overview of what profession a poet should pursue and what he should do in normal times.
He also noticed that other players who were not poets also listened silently.
"What does this mean?" A barbarian who didn't understand the situation was puzzled.
Others immediately tugged at the animal skins under him, "Don't talk too much, this is teaching preaching."
"If the poet decides to participate in the storm in Lucca, what should he do?" The poet player immediately asked.
When Zhao Xu heard it, he replied directly, "The magic of a poet comes from the heart, so he needs to follow his inner choice. A good poet can bring hope and courage to the unfortunate, and use magic to fight the villain’s tricks. Even in the face of a tyrant, They will also resist tyranny and encourage the persecuted in the process of fleeing."
As for the evil pastor who manipulates people's hearts and confuses the audience to receive offerings, Zhao Xu does not intend to say more.
"Dare to ask Mr.'s name?" At this moment, the poet player standing in the corner stood bowed and bowed towards Zhao Xu.
He already knew that many poet players must find a way to break through the barrier because of what the other party said.
"This is not what I said, it was Didalan." Zhao Xu said lightly.
This name also made everyone feel dizzy, and fell silent for a moment.
Diddaran, the **** of poets and music.
They don't call him by name like Zhao Xu.
Not waiting for everyone’s sigh, Zhao Xu has raised his hand to cast a spell——
A "Talk to the Dead" spell that originally took 10 minutes to cast was instantly compressed into a round of time by Zhao Xu's multi-talented caster.
The corpse, which was already dead and beginning to be cold, slowly regained its vitality.
Just like that, the dead bard ~IndoMTL.com~ suddenly sat up.
"Scam?"
This change scared several timid girls in an instant.
Several people present have participated in this private autopsy just now, and they are quite sure that the body is dead.
"No, but it shouldn't be necromantic magic, should it be transformed into an undead creature, right?" other spellcasters sighed.
"Don't talk nonsense, this is'talking to the dead', a three-ring magical technique."
The middle-aged soldier who started the autopsy immediately corrected.
He who has worked for the temple has also seen this kind of magic.
At this moment, everyone didn't dare to disturb Zhao Xu, all of them turned their eyes to the soldier, waiting for his answer.
"This spell can temporarily restore a little life and intelligence to a corpse so that it can answer questions."
"This spell is powerful. It just restores the body of the corpse to fragments of consciousness, so even if the soul dissipates, this spell can work."
At this time, Zhao Xu asked the poet who "woke up".
The dead poet also answered dryly: "I don't know..."
"After I started to fall asleep, I suddenly became confused in this way, and then I lost my life."
The poet's words, so slurred, contrasted sharply with the sharp teeth of his lifetime.
Zhao Xu also managed to distinguish for a while before he knew what he was talking about.
Everyone originally saw Zhao Xu cast such a magical spell, and thought they could capture the truth, they were looking forward to it.
Who ever thought that everything is still so unclear.
At this time, the corpse continued to say, "I only remember, the last moment I lost consciousness, I seemed to see a mysterious pattern."
"Thunder strikes the ground, and water rolls with flames."
The pattern of the mysterious cemetery!
It is also the clue of the notebook!
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