Chapter 321: The Spiritism of the Blood Tongue

Leech's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling made the fake jackal's pupils shrink, obviously a young man who was younger than himself, but under the other party's gaze, he felt that there was nothing to hide!

The fake gnoll subconsciously lowered his head and said in a hoarse tone: "Hui, Lord Hui, the reason why I am following those gnolls is because I heard that their leader has a treasure in his hand!"

"Treasure? Well, this statement is also reasonable," Seeing that Leitch nodded in agreement, a glimmer of essence flashed in the eyes of the fake gnoll's lowered eyes, but at this moment, Leitch suddenly stared at him with that kind of smile and said, "A treasure that can make you willingly pretend to be a gnoll for more than a month, it seems that the value of that treasure is really not low." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"How do you know?" Hearing this, the false gnoll suddenly raised his head and stared at Leqi, this was his biggest secret, but he didn't expect to be revealed by this young nobleman now!

"Because the gnolls have very sharp noses," seeing that Davis and Deacon Dick agreed to look at him curiously, Retch smiled, "the gnolls are usually scattered, and only in wars or special times will they gather together on a large scale, and when they first get together, the gnolls really can't tell who is who, and this is also the best time to blend into their ranks! I've even seen a saying that the leader of the gnolls must be the one with the sharpest sense of smell in the tribe, and he can even discern the scents of all the tribesmen! ”

"But why was he hanging from the back of the gnoll group so far from when I spotted him?" said the old urchin, with a hint of puzzlement.

"That's where his shrewdness comes in," Reitch said with his eyes on the False Gnoll, and the 'he' he meant naturally meant the False Gnoll, "If I'm right, the leader of the Gnoll must be seriously injured at this time, and this injured state makes him suspicious of all the people around him, fearing that one of them will take advantage of this sudden attack to kill him so that he can take the position of leader!" Even so, the false gnoll still couldn't match the leader, so he pretended to be injured to remove his threat to the leader, and at the same time lowered the leader's vigilance, so that he could find an opportunity to attack!"

Seeing that the three of them were all looking at him with a hint of puzzlement, Leitch said: "Of course, the reason why I would guess that the leader of the gnolls was seriously injured at this time is also derived from an unwritten rule of the gnolls - in war, the leader must take the lead! Judging from the previous battles between the gnolls and the cryptmen, no gnolls leader can escape with his whole body!"

Seeing that Lei Qiguang had guessed the matter from the written knowledge, this made the fake gnoll man surprised and convinced, and he couldn't help but ask with a hint of unwillingness: "Is it possible that every mage is as knowledgeable as you?"

The question of the false jackal reminded the old urchin of the archdeacon who was so knowledgeable, and he couldn't help but nod vigorously: "The mages are indeed quite knowledgeable, especially those old mages!"

Seeing Davis next to him suddenly look at him with a look that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, the old urchin was suddenly startled - oh no, I just wanted to add the word 'old', which will be known to the archdeacon, will he think that I am deliberately sarcastic about him? Unless I can convince Davis, the little witch, not to tell me about it, it will definitely make me bleed profusely......

Leitch didn't know what the old urchin was doing at this time, and he smiled faintly, "The other mages may indeed be very knowledgeable, but the reason why I know this knowledge about the Jackal is only because I made up for it before I came here. ”

"Even so, your reasoning skills are admirable, my lord," the false gnoll said with a hint of flattery.

"Okay, I just need to know the truth about the origin of the Black Mist, since you got into the ranks of the Gnolls a month ago, I think you know how the Black Mist came about - as long as you tell me the truth, I promise to let you go!"

"Thank you for your kindness!" Although the false jackal was very worried in his heart, he had to pretend to be grateful to Dade on his face, who let him be a fish at this time, he could only secretly pray that this nobleman could finally let him go as promised.

"The Gnoll leader began to gather his people a month ago, and a week later they entered the Chaos Rocky Beach, and they seemed to be looking for something, and they searched through the rocks, large and small! Until twenty days ago, we were confronted by a huge army of cryptmen!"

"But what is absolutely unexpected is that when the gnolls and the crypt people faced each other, they did not immediately start fighting as others expected, on the contrary, the leaders of the two clans even sat down like civilized people and began to negotiate properly!" When the words 'civilized people' were spoken, the fake gnoll's face couldn't help but show a hint of sarcasm.

"What did they talk about?" asked Richie with interest.

The Cryptman leader demanded that the gnolls exit the Rocky Chaos and never come back to harass them, and the gnolls agreed without even a thought, only if the cavemen returned an ancient artifact they had stolen. The Cryptmen firmly denied this, claiming that they had never obtained any treasure at all, and that all this was a rumor without evidence, and the Gnolls naturally did not believe it, and the two leaders quarreled and quarreled!"

"Can you read not only the words of the gnolls, but even their language, even the language of the cryptmen?!" Luck suddenly looked at the fake gnolls with his eyes lit up, as if he had found a rare treasure!

Seeing Leitch's sudden question, the fake gnoll man was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a moment, he still nodded, and even laughed at himself: "But I am different from your erudition, the reason why I can read the words of the gnolls and understand their language is not because I am erudite, but because I have a very useless skill!"

"Bad skills?" the old urchin was also piqued, in fact, he would never lack interest in those strange things!

The old urchin's sudden voice made the fake jackal tremble suddenly, obviously the other party's violence caused him a lot of shadows! In fact, I don't blame him for being timid, if you were walking on the road and were inexplicably pinched off by an old man who looked crazy, and then the other party rolled up and bungee jumping like a burrito, can you not have a little shadow?

"This skill is called 'Psychic Technique of the Blood Tongue', and as long as I sacrifice the tongue of a creature of a certain race to the Lord of Darkness, I will be able to master the language and writing of that race!"

Seeing that the three of Leqi were all looking at him with incredulous eyes, the fake jackal smiled bitterly: "But this effect is not permanent, it can only last for about a month, and even last for three or two days when I am unlucky! But for the sake of skills, the price I need to pay is - originally I have a high-level black soul, it stands to reason that I should be able to awaken three night blade talents in each great realm, but because of the existence of this skill, I can only awaken two skills in each major realm!

The fake gnoll looked quite resentful, his original talent was not bad, but he was stunned by this psychic skill to lower his combat power - from the chameleon, poisonous light, black mist teleportation, death slave skills that Leitch mastered, it can be seen how much the practical night blade skill has a great impact on a night blade's combat effectiveness, and the fake gnoll has reduced each major realm by one skill because of this psychic skill, which is not a matter of one plus one subtraction! It would be nice to say it if he were a scholar who likes to study the history of foreign cultures, but he's not, he's an assassin and a part-time thief, but because of his weak combat power, he doesn't mix well in both aspects!

The Psychic Skill of the Bloody Tongue can be used to assassinate kobolds and the like, but who would be so funny to pay him to kill a kobold? The reason why he appeared on the ground this time was because he was secretly entrusted by a mysterious person, and the other party offered a price that he couldn't refuse, and let him blend into the gnoll tribe to find a mysterious treasure! Although he didn't know why the mysterious man knew about his unique ability, he didn't have the heart to investigate it, which was a surprise to him in destitute conditions, but things went far further than he had planned......

"Listen to you say that, your skill is really pitiful, little brother, mourning!" As he spoke, the old urchin patted the other party on the shoulder sympathetically, and as a result, the fake jackal who had already twisted his arms grinned, but the fake jackal didn't take this pain to heart, but the old urchin's sympathy hit him hard......

"Waste skill? How can you think it's a waste skill? This seems to me not only not wasteful, but very useful!" Hearing this, the false jackal's eyes lit up, but quickly dimmed, apparently thinking that this was just Ricky's words of comfort.

"Forgive me for being unreasonable, what do you call it?" asked Retch with a sudden smile at the fake gnoll.

"James, James Bond, my lord!" said the false gnoll with a hint of hesitation.

"James Bond?well, I'm Leitch Alec, the Viscount of Blackwind in Lyra's Domain, and now I'm going to appoint you as the intelligence officer of the Domain, with the rank of Commander, would you like to accept it?!" Reich smiled kindly, looking like a fake.

"What, my lord, you said you were going to appoint me as the intelligence officer of the realm?, and also gave me the rank of commander of a thousand?!" The false gnoll was obviously smashed by this sudden pie, and his face was full of disbelief, and even the old urchin and Davis looked at him with a look of surprise.

"That's right, with your 'Blood Tongue Spiritism' skill, you're worth the price in my eyes. Leitch affirmed, smiling.

In addition to the skill of 'Bloody Tongue Spiritism', in Retche's eyes, the fake gnoll also has the best qualities of an intelligence officer - stoic, unscrupulous, and has no so-called self-esteem!

"Why, don't you want to accept it?" asked Leitch with a smile.

"I'm willing!" As if afraid that Leitch would suddenly change his mind, the fake gnoll hurriedly expressed his willingness to accept the appointment, but he suddenly said with a hint of embarrassment, "My lord, that, I lied to you about something just now!"