I'm Really Not Targeting the Mages Chapter 147

Chapter 147 – 147 Weapon Master'S Altar (1)

147 Weapon master's altar (1)

sword immortal ” Roger would definitely advance.

He was not only handsome.

It was because this class could make up for the Qigong master's weakness in the damage panel after transcendence.

As for the life sword …

The attack range was definitely a huge factor.

At this point.

The Harpy's fate had been decided.

From a moral point of view.

Roger felt that there was no problem with what he did.

They were the ones who started it anyway.

He was only defending himself!

Next.

Roger continued to move forward along the narrow and winding path.

Along the way.

He had obtained quite a number of 'lazy leaf roots'.

He also had in-depth communication with single Banshees of all ages.

The result of the exchange made Roger very happy.

Harpies were also a very simple type of monster.

As long as Roger pretended to lack air defense methods.

They would approach the cliff and try to increase the hit rate of their arrows or spells.

This action would often end their lives.

Master Roger's 'dry land plucking green onions' was simply a tried and tested skill!

In a short three hours.

The ” coans 'stomach ” was already filled with Banshee fur.

There were also many pairs of sharp claws and some other spoils of war.

And during this period.

Roger had also successfully killed an elite monster.

The other party did not give him any specialties.

But in her nest, Roger found a shiny little yellow Book.

It was a good item called treasure chest contract.

Just like the horned demon contract, the treasure chest contract was a contract master's exclusive item.

Through the knowledge provided in this book.

A contractor could summon all sorts of treasure chest monsters to become their servants.

No matter what stage he was at.

The ” treasure chest monster ” was a famous fishing artifact and was much more convenient than the gargoyle.

And on some special occasions.

These creatures could also have miraculous effects.

Roger accepted the little yellow Book with satisfaction.

Other than that.

He also found several sets of excellent bows and arrows and some warm magic scrolls in the Banshees 'lair.

“Too bad there are no eggs.”

Roger left the Banshee's lair with some regret.

The road ahead became even more narrow.

The number of roots of the lazy leaf also increased.

But Roger didn't plan to go any deeper.

He had just walked all the way.

The ones he encountered were all solitary harpies, so they were easy to deal with.

He walked further in.

That would be a group of good sisters.

They had to prepare effective large-scale air defense measures.

Roger wouldn't rashly advance.

He turned around and left decisively.

He returned to the underground campsite as fast as he could.

In the following days.

Roger didn't continue to visit the frogmen village.

Instead, he chose to harass the harpies 'territory from time to time.

In the process.

He categorized the horned-demons.

Including the woodpecker.

Roger picked out five horned demons with the potential to become elites and put them into the combat Team.

He left the rest of the people in the underground camp to be responsible for logistics.

He had no choice.

These underlings might die suddenly when facing the two monsters of the windchasing trail.

Roger didn't want to bring along a group of people who would drag him down.

It could only be said that this was the subtlety of the demon race.

Their inborn bloodline allowed them to have a stronger basic template than ordinary creatures.

However, the strict order and narrow promotion channels made their strength increase very slowly.

And in the long hunting process.

People who couldn't keep up with the rhythm.

He was destined to be eliminated.

They would be in charge of logistics.

This was Roger's last bit of gentleness.

Two weeks later.

Roger packed up and set off again.

In the underground campsite.

He reminded the woodpecker again and again,

“Do you remember the plan?”

The woodpecker replied in the common language, ”

“No problem. Leave it to me, master!”

Roger still looked worried.

“Then you can change one for me to see.”

“Yes, master!”

The woodpecker changed its expression.

The familiar little sister in a black dress reappeared in the human world.

She even held the hem of her dress and turned around, giving Roger a standard maid's salute.

The horned-demon Warriors beside him all looked at him.

Roger beat his chest and stomped his feet in anger.

“Not this one!”

The girl in the black dress was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized. After dawdling for a long time, the cooldown of her transformation finally ended.

The next second.

Her figure suddenly rose.

He had turned into a Frogman with blue-green smooth skin!

“There's no time to waste!”

“Let's go.”

He was afraid that this fellow would cause him some trouble again.

Roger hurriedly gave the order to take action.

It was a sunny afternoon.

In the canyon that was filled with Banshees 'lairs.

Suddenly, a Banshee's shriek was heard!

The sisters who were taking an afternoon nap immediately looked up in dissatisfaction.

A Frogman with a wretched appearance was actually shooting arrows at their nest!

And he was using a rocket!

In the blink of an eye.

The Banshees 'lair that was hit by the arrows immediately burst into flames.

A single stone caused a thousand ripples.

Countless female demons shrieked as they flew out.

The Frogman threw away his bow and ran.

With the Buffs of ” grease underfoot ” and ” rapid March “.

The half-naked Frogman ran faster than anyone else!

The Banshees 'rain of arrows missed, but they still chased after him relentlessly.

Not long after.

A Frogman Sentry appeared in front of them.

The confused frogmen rushed out with their harpoons, trying to reason with the Banshees.

However, once a misunderstanding was formed, how could it be so easily explained?

A wonderful chaotic battle had begun.

Near the 'one-line sky'.

Following the restoration of the settlement and the temple, the number of frogmen had been greatly reduced.

The signal of the enemy's attack was sent.

More and more frogmen brandished their harpoons and Spears to fight.

This gave Roger an opportunity.

He was wearing the shadow cloak.

It flashed across the dark grass and finally plunged into the stream.

[ prompt: you have discovered a sub-plane-graywater swamp. ]

“Good name!”

“Brothers come from the ancient Marsh.”

Roger suppressed his excitement.

He used his super perception and insight to conduct a round of reconnaissance of the surrounding environment.

The environment of the greywater swamp was quite similar to that of the great wetland.

A large amount of water and aquatic plants occupied most of the area.

The area of land was extremely small.

If it was before, Roger might have found it a little tricky.

But with master qu Feng's water repelling Pearl …

Facing this kind of terrain, he felt like he was at home.

Roger immediately jumped into the water.

This time, the splash of water was extremely small.

The area of the greywater swamp was huge.

As a secondary plane, its surface area was far larger than the Jade Garden. It might even be larger than the great wetlands!

This place was heaven for the frogmen.

Roger found a Frogman settlement after casually swimming for a while.

What was more interesting was …

Even though the frogmen could not live without water, their settlements were all built on land.

Roger was groping around one of the settlements.

They found a large number of human-like bones.

These skeletons were very fresh.

From the marks, it seemed like he was swallowed and skinned alive.

He followed these traces.

Roger found a building that looked like a farm on a large piece of land.

There were a large number of 'barbarians' in the farm.

Roger couldn't see any trace of civilization on the savages.

In the face of the fact that they were being kept in captivity, they were numbed.

His sixth sense sensed it.

These savages had been kept in captivity for at least three generations.

This made Roger even more wary of the frogmen's settlement.

“Perhaps the God of War isn't that bad after all.”

Roger maintained his calm and patience.

After leaving the farm.

He began to search for the frogmen's divine temple.

No matter what, he had to figure out the God of War's background first!

Two days later.

In the depths of the greywater swamp.

In a hidden cluster of aquatic plants.

Roger didn't find the frogmen temple.

Instead, he unexpectedly found an ” altar of weapon Masters “!

It was a small altar with a gray-white cobblestone base.

Complicated words were carved on the hexagonal stone slab.

On top of the altar were the patterns of the [ sword ] and [ shield ] that represented the bestowment.

The lower part was the pattern of the sacrificial gold and stone armor.

It was the same as the succubus library.

This small altar was one of the small benefits in the game.

As long as you offered enough money or gems.

You can upgrade your weapon by an entire grade!

Roger chose Red Moon (durability +1) without hesitation.

He placed the red Moon in the center of the altar.

Then, he began to stack the origin stone and silver horn on top of the Pi gold and stone.

Not long after.

The altar was lit up with a gentle light.

Roger immediately stopped.

A bright light flashed.

A brand new red Moon was created!

[Red Moon (saber/transcendence)]

Rating: SSS ”

sharpness 14, firmness 9, weight 5, balance 8, durability 9 ”

[ special skill 1: pupil-cutting ]

[ slashing pupils: double the burning of energy and stamina. Three layers of blade intent are attached to the blade, greatly increasing the power of the move. It also has an armor-breaking effect. ] [ limit: three times a day ]

[ special skill 2: burning Prairie ]

[ burning Prairie: in the burning Prairie State, Red moon's blade will instantly extend to 18 meters and carry an air blade made of 22 meters of fire essence, greatly enhancing the power of the move. Duration: 7 seconds. ] [ restriction: one time per day ]

[ substitute: 36 ]

[ effect: when Red moon's durability is about to hit zero, consume 1 weapon of the same type in the substitute slot to maintain its durability at 1 ]

“Perfect!”

After reading the description of the attributes.

Roger almost jumped up from the ground.

The substitute grid's existence greatly alleviated Red moon's weakness.

The appearance of special skill 2, burning Prairie, had once again enriched his Arsenal!

“A 40. meter Red Moon blade …”

“I don't know if I can wave it.”

It took Roger a lot of effort to suppress the urge to start ” burning Prairie ” now.

After the weapon upgrade.

The small altar turned gray and lost its function.

Roger didn't stay any longer.

He continued on his journey to find the Frogman temple.

A day later.

There were dozens of Frogman settlements on a relatively open piece of land.

In the middle of them.

It was an extremely magnificent building complex.

That was the Frogman temple that Roger had been looking for!

Compared to the sloppy buildings in the one-line-sky, this place was much more luxurious.

The temple here was much more solemn.

Roger found a full-time clergyman nearby.

This meant that the God of War had already skipped the initial state of ignorance and had begun to consciously develop believers.

This was not good news for Roger.

He carefully avoided the sight of the temple personnel.

They arrived behind the high outer wall.

Not long after.

Roger had successfully sneaked into the depths of the temple complex.

In the side hall in front.

There were many blue clay jars.

A group of clergymen walked past in a hurry.

Roger sneaked forward to investigate.

The VAT was murky.

There seemed to be something moving.

He couldn't help but be moved.

[ sixth sense: you have discovered the Sloan frogmen's egg-storing pool ]

Chapter end