I'm Really Not Targeting the Mages Chapter 87


87 26 blade stream (1)

In the evening.

The water ghost forest, which was usually deserted, welcomed a fully armed force.

They were wearing black standard armor.

In their hands were Spears and shields.

A sword hung from his waist.

All of them looked very energetic!

They were the guards of Alan, the Lord of dawnlight town.

These people were true Warriors.

In paramount Manor.

The patrol team was only in charge of daily duty.

The task of fighting against the surrounding monsters was completed by Alan and the guards.

This unit had experienced real knives and fire.

Therefore, she was different from the rest in terms of temperament.

Freya was the leader today.

Even though she was mentally prepared, when she saw the dead giant under Roger's guidance, the young and beautiful guard Captain was still shocked.

“This … It's too big.”

Even the well-trained guards couldn't help but whisper.

The corpse of the Thunder Dragon was too powerful.

The size of the gigantified creature was there. Even if it was just a corpse, it still had a strong deterrent force.

Freya circled around the Thunder Dragon, raised the heavy sword in her hand, and slashed at the dragon's scales!

Stab!

The flames splashed.

There was a small crack on the heavy sword, but the scales of the Thunder Dragon were intact.

once this kind of monster invades the manor …

Her expression was a little ugly.

Perhaps only the heavy ballista he had stolen from the duergar would have a chance to cause it some trouble.

The guards were also in an uproar.

Roger could feel the strange gazes landing on him, so he couldn't help but explain, ”

“I didn't kill him.”

“It's the Necromancer.”

He pointed to the two bodies next to him and said, ”

“They were the ones who killed the Thunder Dragon,”

Freya was still looking at Roger with respect.

She lowered her head slightly.

“But they died at your hands.”

you don't have to explain too much. I can understand the need to be humble, but this isn't in conflict with you saving the manor again.

“I can't use words to express my gratitude to you!”

The rest of the People's eyes were also filled with respect.

Roger coughed.

He said, somewhat embarrassed, ”

you don't have to thank me. After all, I'm also a part of the manor.

“By the way …”

“Can you guys help me carry this guy back?”

This was the real purpose of him calling the Royal guards!

Everyone looked at the mountain of corpses.

She couldn't help but doubt her own hearing.

But under Roger's sincere gaze …

They began to doubt their physical strength.

At noon two days later.

After wantonly commandeering more than a dozen widened ox-carts and horse-drawn carriages at nearby farms, the village was finally cleared.

The huge corpse of the Thunder Dragon was finally sent to senluo farm.

Fortunately, the Thunder dragon's scales began to fall off six hours after its death.

This gave everyone a chance to cut up the dragon's corpse.

Otherwise, he didn't know how long he would have to struggle.

From the moment the Thunder dragon's corpse appeared in senluo farm, an endless stream of people came to visit.

This thing was too big.

Even though Roger had prepared the scales, the hardest scales had been removed, and the outer fat layer had been scraped clean.

However, just the magnificent skeleton alone was enough to become a theme that bards fought to follow.

For a moment.

master Roger fought the Thunder Dragon with his bare hands “became the hottest topic in charcoal hotel.

And it was getting more and more outrageous.

[ version 1.0: Roger's brilliant plan to defeat the Necromancer, and the master's empty-handed victory over the Thunder Dragon dagger. ]

[ version 2.0: Roger stomps on the Necromancer, master punches the Thunder Dragon ]

[ unknown version: master's breath determines the universe, death method: Thunder dragon's death ]

On a certain day.

While Roger was processing the Thunder dragon's skeleton, the Wyvern's cry came from the horizon.

Then, there was a hurried voice.

“Roger Roger! Roger!”

“They said that you blew up a group of necromancers with a sneeze? You even accidentally killed a Thunder Dragon?”

“Waa … This … It's really big!”

Roger looked at Rachel in silence.

The young Druid's face was filled with a rare variety of expressions.

In response, he simply waved his hand.

“Let's go,” he said.

“I'll treat you to barbecue.”

Roger actually didn't care about the heated discussion.

What he was concerned about was that his reputation in paramount Manor had already reached 200 points.

There was no milestone reward!

“But these rumors are too exaggerated.”

“It's impossible to say that there's no one behind the scenes.”

Roger pursed his lips.

He glanced at the specialty that had been silent for a long time.

[ hidden in the city ] (Level 1 specialty):The higher your fame and reputation, the more people will pay attention to you, and the thinner your sense of existence will be.

He silently set the talent status to open.

Roger started his daily work happily.

In the newly built warehouse next to the main house.

The turtle eggs were laid out in an orderly manner.

The gargoyles that had just formed a formation quickly flew over.

It was another familiar rubbing of his pants.

It was boring.

Roger grabbed his head a few times before the guy stopped.

He looked at the densely packed turtle eggs on the warehouse floor.

Roger was filled with a sense of achievement.

This was the result of his daily night visits to the water ghost forest.

Those female turtles were indeed stubborn.

They would have as many children as Roger stole.

If the amount was less than a week, it would be made up!

What kind of spirit was this!

Roger had to admit.

They were a group of Johnny turtles who had broken away from vulgar interests.

He adjusted his breathing.

In the next second, he suddenly started moving at high speed in the warehouse!

Roger crouched down and passed by the turtle eggs.

His palms were flying.

The air current was like a pillar.

In the house.

“Pa pa pa pa pa pa pa” melodious sounds were heard.

A few minutes later.

Roger straightened up with a sore back, his face full of joy.

The surface of all the turtle eggs was safe and sound.

But he himself.

He had already reached the peak of his life!

[ you have killed 1 Johnny turtle. You have killed a total of 2989 Johnny turtles. Your milestone-long-lived species has broken a new record. ]

[you have gained 4 XP.]

[your lifespan has been increased by 31536000 seconds.]

[you have completed the fourth mark of sin and gained the specialty:Three Qi of longevity

[ life span three: your true life span will be multiplied by three. ]

“I like simple and crude methods!”

Roger was overjoyed.

However, he thought about it and felt that something was wrong.

“This way …”

doesn't that mean my current lifespan has become nine thousand years? ”

“It sounds a little strange.”

The hunting of the Johnny turtle came to an end.

However, he had to steal the free turtle eggs.

It was rare that Roger didn't feel a great sense of loss after saying goodbye to a good brother.

Perhaps it was the hill-like skeleton outside the farm that kept reminding him …

A new journey was about to begin.

It had to be said.

[attack special effect: lightning] was an attribute that he could not refuse.

Not to mention how cool it was to have a trail of sparks and lightning.

Lei yuansu was the nemesis of most demons.

This was enough.

Not to mention that Roger had found other good things on the Thunder Dragon.

However, before that.

He had to make sufficient preparations.

Hunting the Thunder Dragon was no joke.

These days, he had been studying the body structure of the Thunder Dragon while writing more than 30 pages of a research report and more than 60 pages of a hunting plan!

And to become a Hunter of super-large monsters …

Special weapons were essential.

3rd of March.

Dawn town.

An ordinary-looking middle-aged man slowly walked into the shop with a sign of a sword and a hammer.

“Have you prepared the things I want?”

He went straight to the point.

The shop owner was stunned for a moment, then quickly nodded and said,

we've been working overtime the entire winter. The things you asked for are all ready!

The two of them went to the warehouse at the back.

The shop owner opened one of the small cubicles.

On the wall of the cubicle.

It was filled with long and thin blades.

The middle-aged man counted, and there were a total of 26 knives.

“Where are the thirty?”

His voice was a little unhappy.

The shop owner said awkwardly, ”

“We don't have enough steel. We had to borrow it from the Lord's warehouse to barely make up for it.”

it's mainly because the time you gave us was too short. Our master doesn't make many of these strange weapons, and the rate of defective products is very high …

After a long time, the man finally nodded reluctantly.

The shop owner beckoned a few apprentices to put the knives into a large box.

The attributes of the saber flashed across the interface.

[ Red Moon (blade) ]

[ rating: ]

sharpness: 8, firmness: 5, weight: 7, balance ”

Without any special skills, the sharpness and sturdiness were also reduced by 1 point.

But it was enough.

This was the solution Roger had found for Red Moon.

Since the blade was so fragile, and he couldn't find a way to improve it, he had to change his way of thinking.

Just make it a consumable!

Before winter, he disguised himself and placed an order at the blacksmith workshop.

He threw out 25000 copper tokens.

Today was finally the day of harvest.

“Yes, there are 26 knives in total.”

“I'll be the founder of the '26 blade stream' from now on.”

Roger fantasized for a moment.

“What about the other things?”

He asked the owner.

The latter quickly took out a box from the shelf in the cubicle.

There was a roll of fine silver thread in the box.

The two ends of the silver thread were connected to the finger cot.

[ coiling Dragon silk (special weapon for heroic assassin) ]

(Note 1. This is a specialty that I have had since 001. Previously, a brother asked me what the effect was, so I finally took it out.)

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