I'm Really Not Targeting the Mages Chapter 65


65 Chapter 065-milestone: vicious and merciless (1)

He spent more than an hour in the open space of the farm.

Roger finally let go of the pitiful gargoyle.

When the latter flew away, it was as if he had been granted Amnesty, and his speed was twice as fast as usual.

He had no choice.

A sparring partner who was only allowed to be beaten but not to fight back was indeed not a human.

He was beaten up.

Roger had successfully summed up some practical experience.

Whether it was a [ kick to the crotch ] or a [ knee strike ].

The most unreasonable part of them was actually “focus on reducing “!

Concentration was an attribute that was very easy to ignore.

Generally speaking.

Only spellcasters would check their concentration before a battle.

After all, low concentration would seriously affect the success rate of casting spells.

For other classes, the effect of focus wasn't as far-reaching.

But Roger realized.

The reduction in concentration caused by these two ultimate techniques was fatal!

Even a magical beast like the gargoyle was staggering after being hit by the knee, and even lost its ability to fly for a moment!

This meant that after an ordinary person was hit by a knee, they would be injured.

It might be so serious that they couldn't even tell North from South.

This discovery made Roger think even more highly of the two ultimate skills.

It was ” Black Tiger of pingsha sect ” on the manual.

In his heart, he had also mentioned that he was second only to master qu Feng.

“Alan sent the book to me. He has been to Jewel City before.”

“Ah BA once said that gemstone city is where the headquarters of clear spring sect is located.Are there other martial arts sects there?”

I wonder if Master Black Tiger has left any other unique skills.

After learning the unique skill, Roger's heart was more or less itching.

He really wanted to find a few Good Brothers to practice with.

Unfortunately, he was afraid that he would not be able to do so tonight.

There were still a few hundred catties of turtle meat in the kitchen that had not been processed!

At night.

Roger walked between the living room and the kitchen, busy in an orderly manner.

The vitality potions stored in the cellar had already exceeded 100 bottles.

While looking for sales channels, it was also time to come up with something new.

Roger had not forgotten his identity as a pharmacist.

As a qualified pharmacist, it was necessary to try to make all kinds of new drugs.

His only regret was …

The farm lacked living creatures, which were test subjects.

At this thought, Roger couldn't help but glance at the gargoyles on the eaves.

Although magic beasts were cheap.

However, there were also some inconveniences!

“After this busy period, I still have to go to town to buy a few rabbits.”

Roger thought as he skillfully unrolled a piece of papyrus.

He was trying [ medicinal theory analysis and deduction ].

Mystra's Pharmaceutics wasn't the result of a random mix of ingredients.

It followed a certain medicinal theory.

Only those who had mastered the basic principles could become pharmacists.

Roger wrote down the scientific name of the vitality hormone on a piece of papyrus paper and then wrote down some other ingredients.

According to a specific logical framework.

His writing speed gradually increased.

Ten minutes later.

He rubbed off the papyrus with a blank expression and threw it into the trash can.

He then replaced the crucible with a new glass bottle.

Roger fell into deep thought.

“Something's wrong.”

It wasn't that the medicinal theory deduction was wrong, but that his condition was a little off.

He always felt a little uneasy.

This feeling had appeared a few times in his memory, and every time, something very bad would happen.

The only time he had appeared was during the Battle against the corpse demon, and the result had been good.

He washed his face and decided to read his fortune.

He slowly activated his aura observation skill.

Roger held his breath and focused, choosing himself as the target.

Divination.

[ I will be in danger today. ]

There was a slight throbbing.

On the data bar.

[divination result: you sensed danger approaching. It was not a strong but very accurate intuition.]

“As expected,”

Roger let out a sigh of relief.

He muttered to himself as his gaze swept across the kitchen and living room. Finally, his eyes landed on the White armband with red patterns.

Divination.

[the potential danger is related to the red sleeve Brotherhood.]

[ result of divination: you have realized the source of danger. Two teams of Scouts have been killed. The red sleeves brothers will not let this matter rest. They may take revenge at any time, and the earliest will be tonight. ]

Roger frowned.

The results of divination were usually his subconscious profiling.

The so-called bad intuition was actually that he had already predicted the arrival of danger.

Divination could only play a supporting role.

“The red sleeves Brotherhood?”

Roger's eyes gradually turned cold.

“A group of bandits, are you even worthy of being called brothers?”

There was still some light in senluo farm at night.

A few sneaky figures skirted around the traps and alarms set up on the periphery with well-trained movements and approached the tall wooden house.

This was a small team of nine.

This included eight Scouts and a middle-aged spellcaster with a staff.

These people were all dressed in black, with a white armband with red patterns on their right arms.

“Wait!”

The person at the front pointed at the dark outline on the roof and whispered warily, ”

“It's a gargoyle!”

The rest of the people stopped in their tracks in a disciplined manner.

Everyone looked at the gargoyle nervously.

The latter stood still, like a statue.

“It might be fake.”

The person who spoke first wavered.

“Let me take a look.”

The middle-aged mage carefully cast an identify spell.

“It's a real gargoyle!”

Looking at the light in the wooden house, he gritted his teeth and said, ”

“I'm afraid that the brothers of those two teams died at its hands.”

wait for me to prepare a ‘lesser banish' spell. You guys lure it over!

After saying that, he took out a Silver Scroll and began to chant in a low voice.

The wonderful power of elements rippled in the air.

Soon, the gate of alternate dimension, which originated from the banishment spell, was quietly opened.

“Hurry up!”

The middle-aged mage urged.

The leader of the scouts, who was already prepared, waved his hand.

Pfft.

The stones shot out by the slingshot hit the gargoyle's head, making a crisp sound.

The latter did not move.

“Huh?” the leader of the scouts exclaimed and threw three stones at him.

The gargoyle remained unmoved.

Someone quietly shot an arrow.

The arrowheads created sparks on the gargoyles ‘bodies, but they still did not wake them up.

As for the mages, the lesser banish spell's duration had already passed half.

“It can't be a fake, right?”

Someone couldn't help but Mutter.

The middle-aged mage was also a little uncertain.

The scouts went into battle and tried to wake the gargoyles up.

One of the more daring ones even lightly jumped onto the roof and ruthlessly slapped the gargoyle a few times.

This continued until the effects of banish disappeared.

The gargoyle did not wake up either.

“I was tricked. It's a fake.”

The middle-aged mage was a little indignant.

He was thinking about how to get his boss to reimburse him for the cost of the scroll.

The leader of the scouts waved his hand.

The rest of the people immediately scattered like birds and beasts, groping their way into the wooden house from every corner in a clear formation.

Only the middle-aged mage and the leader of the scouts remained outside the house.

At this moment, light footsteps suddenly came from behind them.

The two of them suddenly turned around.

In the darkness, a man dressed like an old farmer walked out, holding two thick carrots in his hands.

“Eh? Do you have a guest?”

The man looked at them curiously.

The middle-aged mage was about to say something when the Scout leader's voice came from behind, ”

“Little …”

Before he could finish his sentence, the intense pain from his tailbone almost tore him into two!

The middle-aged mage watched in horror as the leader of the scouts fell to the ground in pain.

Even in the pitch-black night.

He could also see the bloody intestines on the corpse and the gargoyle holding them!

There was no need for anyone to remind him.

At the first moment of the accident, he began to chant a life-saving spell.

But unfortunately …

It was too late!

A crisp sound rang out.

A bone-piercing pain came from his lower body and surged into his brain.

The short incantation stopped abruptly!

Martial arts!

Groin kick!

“Ah!”

A tragic wail echoed through the night sky of senluo farm.

Roger stuffed the carrot into his mouth without any hesitation.

Then, he looked at the gargoyle who was trying to please him.

He couldn't help but complain, ”

“You gargoyle, do you only know how to use such a dirty trick?”

On the data bar.

[you have successfully used the ultimate technique of pingsha sect for the first time. You have achieved a new milestone-ruthless.]

[you have received 1 milestone point.]

[ruthless: you have a unique and efficient close-combat skill]

[corresponding title: a junior who does not care about martial virtue (your style of doing things is not recognized by some people of the righteous path)]

Chapter end