"A little closer to the expansion slot......"

Roger understood.

It is impossible to easily earn so many honor points in a normal campaign.

Only the necromancer gave him this face.

He had to take advantage of this opportunity.

However, the group of necromancers in front of him has been squeezed dry by him, and he has lost the ability to continue to produce.

Roger could only shake his head regretfully.

Then one person and one slap were all sent away.

These guys have contributed their last value one after another.

……

"You killed 1 necromancer, 21 necromancers in total."

"You gain 18 XP and 25 Chivalry"

……

"You have obtained a Perception Fragment*2"

[Total Perception Fragments: 71]

……

"I'll be able to redeem 1 Perception soon."

Roger looked away contentedly.

Near the battlefield.

There are still a small number of necromantic creatures roaming.

In Roger's eyes.

These are all Honor Points for movement.

Absolutely not to be wasted!

He rushed out as if he were flying, speeding up the tail sweep.

It took less than five minutes.

There is not a single intact skeleton in the vicinity.

The crowd began to loot for the booty.

Roger walks in the sea of bones, skilful picking.

Not far away.

The woodpecker dragged the mace with one hand, looking a little tired.

Seeing Roger coming, he cautiously asked:

"Master, is it over?"

Roger glanced at him, casually threw the bottle of "Turtle Power Strong" over, and his tone could not hide his fanaticism:

"Quite the opposite."

"This is just the beginning."

Between words.

A ray of sunlight came out of the east.

It's dawn.

……

Afternoon.

The middle of the Autumn Wind Mountains.

Different locations, similar underground camps.

Roger sat alone in the empty room, holding a handful of "echo beads" in his hand and scrutinizing them.

Low-level necrons move very slowly in sunlight, so armies of necrons usually do not appear during daylight hours.

It just gave him a chance to recuperate.

Horned demons digging into the ground are indeed a must.

After a few hours of rest, he got up to take stock of his harvest.

No doubt.

These beads from the specialty "Echoes of the Dead" are the most special trophies.

After a moment of observation.

He grabbed the darkest ones and crushed them gently.

The next moment.

The echo of the soul of the Prophet of Death rang in his ears.

……

"My divination skills have been taken to the next level.

Icadore assured me that I am now a true prophet.

I still have doubts about that."

……

"I predicted the destruction of that town with precision!

Is that the power of the 'Ember Destroyer'? That's horrible.

Maybe Icadore is right, I should use this power for greater causes, say—

South!"

……

"Chief Mage Wellington is a man who accomplishes more than he loses;

As for Marlena, she was completely eaten by negative energy!

She wore a fancy dress in front of us half-dead.

No one really wants to try bone slag, right?

Hmph, if she dares to seduce me.

I'll give her two calf bones at most—no, one at most!"

……

"I prophesied a terrible adversary!

Of the 149 futures I saw, there was only 1 scenario where I had a chance to win.

I can't count on anyone else, they can't even solve that paladin.

I had to take a risk.

It's about the survival of Greystone and the wishes of Icadore, and I must take a risk!"

……

One after another, the echoes of the soul sounded.

For a while, Roger seemed to be in the box of KTV in his previous life.

can only silently endure the 360-degree surround sound without dead ends.

But the message contained in these voices is extremely valuable.

It cleared many of Roger's doubts.

He didn't understand it before.

Even if the Prophet of Death foresaw his own hoarding of experience, why did he have to cheat on his own experience?

He can design all kinds of traps and slowly squeeze out Roger's basic experience pool!

Now the truth is out.

This guy is lame by divination!

This incident also confirmed Roger's suspicion that superstitious divination was not the work of a wise man.

"But...... It could also be a relationship with Ikadore. ”

When he first heard the name, Roger was also a little surprised, and he had a feeling of "why are you a kid again".

However, Mystra is also a small planet, and it is normal for a miserable evil god like Ayi to cast a net everywhere.

He only suspected that the Prophet of Death had been deceived by Icardore.

As for the purpose.

It is not known for the time being.

Besides.

Roger's favorite thing is the "ember cloud" in the mouth of the Death Prophet.

I don't know if it's the cloud in his memory.

It's a pity.

Until all the echo beads left by the Prophet of Death are pinched.

He was also unable to find out more about Ember Cloud.

……

The rest of the Echo Orbs are from the necromancers.

Roger simply pinched it in turn.

Accompany him with this action.

Souls with very different personalities began to talk about their experiences in life.

I just listened to a few words.

Roger seemed to see their whole lives.

It's a wonderful feeling, and it's easy to immerse yourself in.

In the beginning.

Roger was the only one listening.

And when the last bead is crushed.

There was already a large circle of strong men standing behind Roger - there was an atmosphere of a crowd of people listening to the midnight radio broadcast.

Unfortunately, the value of the remaining echo beads is not high.

Roger only extracted one key phrase from it -

"Time is running out."

Recall those words of the Bone Dragon Knight.

Roger's mood couldn't help but feel a little heavier.

……

After driving away the unscrupulous horned demons, Roger went to another room to officially count the loot.

Necromancers are indeed poor.

But fortunately, the small amount adds up, so the quality of this batch of loot is not low.

Roger used the Lookout technique to make a preliminary classification of the pile of loot.

Most of the stuff he was going to throw at the horned demons.

When the younger brothers are stronger, the efficiency of helping him work will be higher.

The rest of the stuff is of the highest quality.

Naturally, Roger wanted to keep it for himself.

The first is Lancer's staff.

……

"Two-Headed Serpent Staff"

"Rating: S+"

[Mounted: Primordial Stone (Negative Energy)*3"

"Attribute: Mana regeneration speed increased by 20%"

"Enchantment 1: Advanced Summoning Viper"

"Enchantment 2: Kiss of the Two-Headed Serpent (Stance Driven)"

……

The attributes of this staff are quite good, especially the enchantment of two spells.

The Advanced Summoned Viper is an upgraded version of the spell attached to the Ring of Scamora.

"Two-Headed Serpent's Kiss" is a rare spell that is driven by "stance" instead of "spells".

When in use.

The wielder simply stabs the staff into the enemy.

The bumps on both sides of the staff's tip will turn into real fangs and pierce into the enemy's body, infusing them with massive amounts of toxin in a single breath, inflicting a fatal blow on the target!

This spell is very insidious.

Because it is positionally driven, there is no need for any preparation posture to highlight a surprise.

Roger loved it.

He was going to save it for stabbing people when he pretended to be a mage in the future.

……

The second item is also from the Death Prophet.

It's a very deceptive and extraordinary item.

……

"Fairy Veil (Mask) (Transcendent)"

"Rating: S"

"Wearing Effect: Increases your Charm to 18 points"

"Special: When you wear this item, your sexual characteristics will disappear completely"

"Restricted: Male/Virgin"

……

"The charm of 18 o'clock is really very tempting."

"Side effects are barely acceptable if they only occur during the wearing period."

"What does this restriction mean?"

Roger was silent for a moment.

So how should he count him who lost his past life and is complete in this life?

He hesitated.

Decide to practice and know.

……