Being Blind For Five Years, All My Disciples Became Forbidden Curse Mages Chapter 148

148 Instant Kill

The Knights were fast, but the Werewolves were not slow either. Fang Ping could see that there was another Werewolf following closely behind.

Fang Ping was not very familiar with the Werewolf's attributes and characteristics. He only watched as the Knight raised his longsword and the Werewolf raised its sharp claws.

Then, his chest was pierced by a claw, and the warhorse rushed forward. The Knight's body hung on the Werewolf's sharp claws, and three sharp claws protruded from his back with a trace of blood.

The Knight's sword stopped in the air. In the end, it did not fall. His arm slowly lowered and his head tilted.

The warhorses in the distance disappeared with the Knights.

Instant kill.

Was Werewolves that strong?

Fang Ping quickly put down the blue chess piece in his hand and chose a grayish-white Troll.

The grayish-white chess piece landed on the chessboard. There were also many choices. Fang Ping did not know which one was better, so he chose one at random.

A tall Troll carrying a large saber appeared. Fang Ping's eyes lit up. This one looked really familiar.

Boiling Blood Troll, 1 Strength, 30 Health. Characteristics: Hot Blood.

This was Fang Ping's first contracted creature. He did not expect to see it here.

“Useless resistance.”

Gouve smiled. He had chosen a green pawn this time. Was he going to use the Elven Pegasus Scouts?

It was just that Fang Ping had no way to deal with it at this time. The Werewolf was already right in front of him, and it had killed the Knight in one swipe. The only line of defense left was the Blood Troll.

However, against three Werewolves, the Blood Trolls couldn't resist for long.

The Werewolf was already in front of him, and it was Gouve's turn to play. Fang Ping could only put down his hand. “I admit defeat.”

“Hahaha, a copper horn. Hand it over.”

“Hahaha!” Gouve laughed and put down the chess piece. He took Fang Ping's money and waved it at the people drinking at the bar, as if showing off.

He pocketed the money. “How about it, kid? Do you still want to play? I'll go easy on you this time. How about not playing Werewolf Quick Attack?”

Fang Ping smiled. He took out a handful of silver coins from his pocket and tossed them on the table. “Come on, then. One copper horn each time. It depends on whether you can take my money.”

The silver coin fell on the table and rolled to the ground, clattering.

Thinking about it, it felt quite good to do this, like directly throw money at his face.

A copper horn was nothing to Fang Ping.

However, the reality was that Fang Ping imagined it in his mind for a while, then stood up with a smile. “Do you think I'm stupid?”

Money didn't come from trees. It was meaningless to just pretend.

Fang Ping walked up to the bald burly man at the door.

“I need someone to learn from.”

The bald burly man pointed at the person beside the bar counter. “Over there, go and see who's willing. Fifty copper horns per match. You can't use the same tactics in each match.”

“Ah? It's them? Those people are considered teachers?”

“Old dog? That's right. If you want to choose him, that's fine too. He's good at speed attacks. He's just bullying newbies. He doesn't have any advantage against veterans.”

“Thank you.”

Fang Ping was not interested in choosing Gouve again. He walked straight to the bar counter and said to them, “I want to hire a coach. Is anyone willing?”

A middle-aged man took a sip from his wine glass and put it down. “Do you know the rules? What style or race do you want to follow?”

Fang Ping nodded. “I've played a simplified version of Seven Colored Chess before, so I know the fundamentals. It's just that there seem to be more choices for this.”

“A simplified version of Seven Colored Chess? From Gao Bi's team?”

“No, I'm from the Silver Heron team. I'm from Elf City.”

Gouve had already cleaned up the chessboard and walked to the bar. He took the wine from the bartender and took a big gulp.

Fang Ping followed the person called Owen. His name happened to be the same as someone in Fang Ping's team.

He walked to a chessboard and sat down.

“You can call me Brother Xue. How much energy do you have?”

Playing the Seven-Colored Chess consumed energy, but Fang Ping could feel that after advancing to Class 2, the Characteristic Charge Effect had increased, and the speed of energy return had also increased significantly. He had just played a round, and after a while, it was full again.

“About 2,000 points.”

Fang Ping could clearly feel Brother Xue's eyes widen before returning to normal. “Not bad, you don't have to worry about running out of energy. Come on, you go first.”

Since it was a guide, Fang Ping played it casually. He continued to choose the blue chess pieces. He wanted to understand the chess pieces of each race first.

“How is it? Have you figured it out? Who attacked Andre and Qing Niao?”

Lisa was dressed in tights. She stabbed her long stick into the ground and flicked her hair. Beads of sweat flew.

Zhen De bowed. “We haven't found out yet. We don't have many people at the Fire Dragon Frontier Fortress. According to Andre, he's a level 3 boxer. However, I've never heard of the existence of a boxer in the Fire Dragon Frontier Fortress, including in Fire Dragon City, let alone a level 3 boxer. I suspect that William was the one who injured Andre.”

Lisa picked up the towel beside her and wiped away the sweat. The curves of her body stood out even more under the sweat.

“Everyone knows that he doesn't get along with Andre, but if he makes a move now, he's openly provoking Ivan.

Ivan is now at theFire Dragon Border Fortress. He has always thought highly of Andre. William probably won't do that. Let's end this matter here. We'll bring it up again if there's any follow-up.”

After spending 400 copper coins, Fang Ping's energy has depleted.

His head was dizzy. He closed his eyes and recalled every round just now.

After experimenting with the different occupations of each race, Fang Ping had a rough understanding of each choice of the Seven-Colored Chess.

Although there were many combinations, there was no balance between each chess piece.

Ordinary Werewolf, 30 Strength, 70 HP, Characteristic Running, Movement Speed increased by 50%.

Normal Swordsman, 2 Strength, 30 HP, no special characteristics.

Two swordsmen could not even defeat a Werewolf. The Seven-Colored Chess had no balance at all.

Including the Goblins, they were pitifully weak that it's best not to use any.

Perhaps there was no fairness between the various races in this world.

“Let's call it a day. I don't have much energy left.”

“Okay.”

Brother Xue stood up and walked to the bar counter. Some people around him raised their hands to greet him.

Fang Ping walked to the bar counter as well, intending to try the wine here.

“I didn't expect you to be so rich. If I had known, I would have taught you.”

Gouve was standing to one side of the bar, his glass empty and swinging from hand to hand.

Fang Ping guessed that it was because of his outfit.

Rich people would not wear such plain, rough clothes, so Fang Ping did not mind.

“Do you want a glass of wine? Snowgrass wine is our specialty. It's very strong, or Green Peach Wine. We have it here too.”

Brother Xue glanced at Fang Ping with a smile and raised a finger at the bartender. “I'll have a glass of Green Peach Wine.”

Chapter end