Chapter 065

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

Roger just let the poor Gargoyle go.

The latter flew away with an amnesty, twice as fast as usual.

no way out.

The Sparring Practice, which is only allowed to be beaten and not allowed to fight back, is really not done by people.

A quick beating down.

Roger successfully summed up some practical experience.

Whether it's "touching the Yin leg" or "hitting the knee".

The most unreasonable part of them is actually "focus on cutting"!

Concentration is a very easy attribute to be ignored.

Generally speaking.

Only the caster will check his concentration before fighting.

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

For other professions, the influence of concentration is not so far-reaching.

But Roger found out.

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

Even the gargoyle, a magical beast, stumbled after being hit by his knee, and even lost his ability to fly for a time!

This means that ordinary people eat knee bumps.

It may be too serious to distinguish the southeast from the northwest.

This discovery made Roger look up to the two great skills.

The "black tiger of Pingsha sect" marked on the secret script.

In his heart, he also mentioned the position second only to master Qu Feng.

"The script was sent by Alan. He has been to gem city."

"Ah Ba said that gem city is the Mountain Gate of Qingquan sect headquarters; is there any other martial arts sect there?"

"I don't know if master black tiger has left any other unique skills."

Roger, who learned his unique skills, was somewhat itchy.

He wants to practice with some good brothers.

Unfortunately, I'm afraid it won't happen tonight.

There are hundreds of kilograms of turtle meat left in the kitchen!

At nightfall.

Roger swam between the living room and the kitchen, busy in an orderly way.

More than 100 bottles of vitality potion have been stored in the cellar.

While seeking sales channels, it is also time to make some new things.

Roger didn't forget his identity as a pharmacist.

As a qualified pharmacist, it is necessary to have the courage to try to make all kinds of new drugs.

The only regret is.

There is a lack of living animals in the farm, that is, the object of drug testing.

Thinking of this, Roger couldn't help glancing at the Gargoyle on the eaves outside.

Although magic beasts save money.

But there are also inconveniences!

"After being busy these days, I have to go to town to buy some rabbits."

Roger thought while skillfully shaking open a piece of papyrus.

He is trying "pharmacological analysis and deduction".

Mistra's pharmacy is not the result of a random mixture of materials.

It follows certain pharmacology.

Only those who master the basic principles can become pharmacists.

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

According to the specific logical framework.

He began to write faster and faster.

ten minutes later.

He rubbed off the papyrus expressionless and threw it into the garbage can.

I replaced the crucible with a new glass bottle.

Roger was deep in thought:

"Something's wrong."

It's not that the pharmacological deduction is wrong, but that his state is a little wrong.

There is always a feeling of uneasiness.

This feeling appeared in his impression several times, and every time something bad happened.

Only in the crusade against the corpse demon, the result was good.

He washed his face and decided to count it.

The Qi watching skill starts slowly.

Roger held his breath and chose himself as the target.

Otsuge Uranainandesu.

"I will be in danger today"

Slight palpitation.

Data column [biqudu www.biqudu.xyz].

"Divination result: you perceive the approaching danger, which is a not strong but very practical intuition."

"Sure enough."

Roger breathed a sigh.

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

Otsuge Uranainandesu.

"The potential danger is related to the tea Brotherhood"

"Divination result: you realize the source of danger. After the death of two teams of scouts, the tea brothers will not give up. They may retaliate at any time, as soon as tonight."

Roger frowned.

The result of divination is usually a profile of his subconscious mind.

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

Divination can only play an auxiliary role.

"Tea brotherhood?"

Roger's eyes grew colder:

"A group of robbers also deserve to be called brothers?"

There is still some light in Senluo farm late at night.

Several sneaky figures trained to bypass the traps and alarms on the periphery and approached the tall wooden house.

This is a team of nine.

These include eight scouts and a middle-aged caster with a staff.

These people were all dressed in night clothes, with a white armband with red stripes tied to their right arm.

"Wait!"

The person walking in front pointed to the dark outline on the eaves and whispered vigilantly:

"It's a gargoyle!"

The rest stopped with great discipline.

Everyone looked at the Gargoyle nervously.

The latter stands still, like a statue.

"It may be fake."

The person who spoke first was hesitant.

"Let me see."

The middle-aged mage carefully lost an identification technique.

"It's a real Gargoyle!"

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

"I'm afraid the brothers of those two teams died at its hands."

"When I prepare a" secondary exile ", you lead it!"

With that, he took a silver scroll out of his arms and began to recite it in a low voice.

The wonderful force of the element rippled in the air.

Soon, the door of otherness from exile was quietly opened.

"Come on!"

The middle-aged mage urged.

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

Poof.

The stones from the catapult hit the Gargoyle's forehead, making a clear sound.

The latter did not move.

The scout leader "eh" gave a sound, and then three stones bounced over.

The Gargoyle is still indifferent.

Someone shot an arrow quietly.

The arrow struck a spark on the gargoyle, but it still failed to wake up the gargoyle.

On the mage's side, the duration of secondary exile has been more than half.

"Can't it be a fake?"

Someone couldn't help muttering.

The middle-aged mage was also a little unsure.

Scouts rushed to the battle, trying to wake up the gargoyle——

A brave man jumped onto the eaves and slapped the Gargoyle severely.

Until the effect of banishment disappears.

The Gargoyle never woke up.

"Cheated. It's a fake."

The middle-aged mage was a little angry.

I was thinking of this in order to let the boss reimburse himself for the scroll expenses.

The Scout Leader waved his hand.

The rest of the people immediately scattered, and the formation clearly groped in from all corners of the cabin.

Only the middle-aged mage and the Scout Leader stayed outside.

At this moment, a slight sound of footsteps suddenly came from behind them.

The two suddenly turned around.

But in the dark, a man dressed as an old farmer came out, and the other party was still carrying two sturdy carrots in his hand.

"Eh? Are there any guests?"

The man looked at them curiously.

Just as the middle-aged mage wanted to say something, there was a warning sound from the Scout Leader behind him:

"Little..."

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

The middle-aged mage looked at the scout leader in horror and fell painfully.

Even in the dark night.

He can also see the bloody Intestines on the other party's body and the Gargoyle with intestines!

There is no need for others to remind.

At the first moment of the accident, he began to sing the life saving magic.

It's a pity.

too late!

Let's make a loud and crisp sound.

The biting pain came from his crotch and surged against his brain.

The short spell stopped suddenly!

a martial art!

Lift your Yin legs!

"Ah!"

The terrible cry rang through the night sky of Senluo farm.

Roger rudely stuffed carrots into his mouth.

Then he looked at the stone ghost with a flattering face.

He couldn't help roast:

"Are you a gargoyle who can only use such inferior tricks?"

On the data bar.

"You have achieved a new milestone by successfully using the unique skill of Pingsha sect for the first time - ruthless"

"You have gained 1 milestone point"

"Ruthless: you have unique and efficient melee fighting skills"

"Corresponding title: young people who don't speak martial Ethics (your style of behavior is not recognized by some decent people)"