I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages

Tossed in the open space of the farm for more than an hour.

Roger just let the poor gargoyle go.

When the latter flew away, his speed was twice as fast as usual.

no way.

The sparring partner who is only allowed to be beaten and not to fight back is indeed not a human being.

A quick beat down.

Roger successfully summed up some practical experience.

Whether it's "pushing legs" or "knee bumping".

The most unreasonable thing about them is actually "focus on cutting"!

Focus is an attribute that is very easily overlooked.

Generally speaking.

Only the caster checks his concentration before combat.

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

For other professions, the impact of high or low focus is less profound.

But Roger found out.

The concentration reduction caused by these two unique skills is fatal!

Even magical beasts like gargoyles stumbled after being hit by a knee bump, and even lost their ability to fly for a while!

This means that the average person eats after a knee bump.

It may be so serious that you can't tell the difference between southeast and north.

This discovery made Roger think highly of the two great skills.

The "Pingsha School Black Tiger" marked on the cheat book.

In his heart, he also mentioned the position second only to the master of music style.

"The cheat book was sent by Alan. He has been to Gem City."

"Ah Ba said that Gemstone City is where the Qingquan Sect's headquarters is located; could it be that there are other martial arts sects there?"

"I don't know if Master Black Tiger has left any other unique skills."

After acquiring the stunt, Roger was somewhat itchy.

He really wants to find a few good brothers to practice.

It's a pity that I'm afraid it won't work tonight.

There are hundreds of catties of turtle meat left unprocessed in the kitchen!

...

nightfall.

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

There are more than 100 bottles of vitality potions stored in the cellar.

While looking for sales channels, it is also time to tinker with new gadgets.

Roger did not forget his identity as a pharmacist.

As a qualified pharmacist, it is necessary to have the courage to try to make various new medicines.

The only regret is.

There is a lack of living animals on the farm, that is, subjects for drug testing.

Thinking of this, Roger couldn't help but glanced at the gargoyle on the eaves outside.

Although magic beast saves money.

But there are also inconveniences!

"After I've been busy for a while, I have to go to the town to buy some rabbits."

While thinking, Roger skillfully shook out a piece of papyrus.

He is trying "pharmacological analysis and deduction".

Mystra's pharmacy is not the result of random mixing and stewing of a bunch of ingredients.

It follows certain pharmacology.

Only those who have mastered the basic principles can become pharmacists.

Roger wrote down the scientific name of vigorin on the papyrus, and then wrote down some other materials.

According to a certain logical framework.

His speed of writing gradually increased.

ten minutes later.

He rubbed off the papyrus blankly and threw it into the trash can.

He casually replaced the crucible with a new glass bottle.

Roger fell into deep thought:

"It's not right."

It's not that the pharmacological deduction is wrong, but that something is wrong with his state.

There is always a feeling of restlessness.

This feeling has appeared several times in his memory, and every time something very bad happens.

The only time it appeared on the way to defeat the Sheluo demon, the result was good.

He washed his face and decided to make a calculation.

The qi-watching technique started slowly.

Roger held his breath, choosing himself as the target.

Divination.

...

"I will be in danger today"

...

A slight throbbing sensation.

On the data bar [biquge www.biqudu.xyz].

...

"Divination result: You have sensed that danger is approaching. This is not a strong but fulfilled intuition."

...

"really."

Roger exhaled.

He pondered for a while, then glanced across the kitchen and living room, and finally landed on the armband with red stripes on a white background.

Divination.

...

"Potential danger related to the Brotherhood of Red Sleeves"

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"Divination result: You are aware of the source of the danger. The red-sleeved brothers will not let it go after the death of two squad scouts. They may retaliate at any time, as soon as tonight."

...

Roger frowned.

Divination results are usually a profile of his subconscious mind.

The so-called bad intuition is actually that he himself has predicted the coming danger.

Divination can only play a supporting role.

"The Brotherhood of the Red Sleeves?"

Roger's eyes gradually turned cold:

"A group of robbers deserves to be called brothers?"

...

In the middle of the night at Senluo Farm, there was still a little light.

A few sneaky figures trained to bypass the traps and alarms around the perimeter, and approached the tall wooden house.

This is a 9-man team.

Among them were 8 scouts and a middle-aged spellcaster with a staff.

These people were all dressed in night clothes, with a red-patterned armband on a white background tied on their right arm.

"etc!"

The person walking in the front pointed to the black silhouette on the eaves, and whispered vigilantly:

"It's a gargoyle!"

The rest stopped in a very disciplined manner.

Everyone looked at the gargoyle nervously.

The latter remained motionless, like a statue.

"Probably fake."

The man who spoke first hesitated.

"Let me take a look."

The middle-aged mage carefully lost an identification spell.

"It's a real gargoyle!"

Looking at the lights in the wooden house, he gritted his teeth and said:

"The brothers of those two teams probably died in its hands."

"When I prepare a "Secondary Banishment", you can bring it over! "

After finishing speaking, he took out a silver scroll from his arms, and began to chant in a low voice.

The power of the wonderful element ripples in the air.

Soon, the door to another degree originated from the exile technique was quietly opened.

"quick!"

The middle-aged mage urged.

The leader of the scouts, who had been prepared for a long time, immediately raised his hand when he heard the words.

Puff.

The stones ejected from the slingshot hit the gargoyle's forehead, making a crisp sound.

The latter remained motionless.

The leader of the scouts let out a "huh", and then bounced Lian San's stone.

The gargoyle remained unmoved.

Someone quietly shot an arrow.

The arrow sparked on the gargoyle, but it still failed to wake up the gargoyle.

On the mage's side, the duration of the secondary exile spell has exceeded half.

"It's not a fake, is it?"

Someone couldn't help muttering.

The middle-aged mage was also a little uncertain.

The scouts went into battle one after another, trying to wake up the gargoyle——

A daring one even jumped onto the eaves lightly, and slapped the gargoyle several times.

Until the banishment effect disappears.

The gargoyle never woke up either.

"Fucked. It's a fake."

The middle-aged mage was a little aggrieved.

What he was thinking in his heart was that he could get the boss to reimburse him for the cost of the scroll.

The leader of the scouts waved his hand.

The rest of the people scattered like birds and beasts, and groped in from every corner of the wooden house in a clear formation.

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

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

The two turned their heads abruptly.

But out of the darkness, a man dressed as an old farmer came out, holding two extremely thick carrots in his hands.

"Huh? Are there any guests?"

The man looked at them curiously.

Just as the middle-aged mage was about to say something, there was a reminder from the leader of the scouts behind him:

"Small……"

Before he could finish his words, the severe pain from the tailbone almost tore him in two!

The middle-aged mage watched in horror as the leader of the scouts collapsed in pain.

Even in the dark of night.

He could also clearly see the bloody intestines on the opponent's corpse, and the gargoyle holding the intestines!

No need to be reminded.

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

Unfortunately.

It's too late!

There was a crisp sound of praise.

Biting pain came from his crotch, pounding his brain violently.

The short incantation sound stopped abruptly!

Martial arts!

Tease the legs!

"ah!"

The tragic howl resounded through the night sky of Senluo Farm.

Roger shoved the carrot into his mouth unceremoniously.

Then he looked at the gargoyle with a fawning face.

He couldn't help complaining:

"You gargoyle, do you only use such indecent tricks?"

on the data bar.

...

"For the first time, you have successfully used the unique art of the Pingsha school, and you have obtained a new milestone - ruthless and merciless"

"You got 1 Milestone Point"

"Brutal: You have unique and highly effective melee combat techniques"

"Corresponding title: Junior youth who doesn't talk about martial arts (your behavior style is not recognized by some decent people)"

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