Zhao Xu's words immediately made everyone fall into deep thought.

Although Zhao Xu had seen instant death spells before, he was even able to rely on his staff to cast instant death spells.

But these are still too far away from ordinary low-level adventurers after all.

Those who really get it won't have the opportunity to stand here.

Because as long as the Tenacity Immunity has not survived the instant death spell, and there is no immunity such as the "Anti-Death Enchantment", then the average civilian will basically die properly without spell resistance.

It's just that the instant death spell itself has too many rings, so it hasn't created a great reputation among civilians.

So everyone didn't react to this possibility much at first.

Instant death spells, too far away from them.

The same is true for mages, when they reach the stage where they can cast the Finger of Death, this spell is no longer able to deal with the enemies at that stage.

After mentioning a word, Zhao Xu had already taken a step and walked directly towards the tent where the corpse was parked.

Vivien was behind him and guarded behind the hall, and in the face of this girl with extraordinary combat strength, many people did not have the slightest intention of fighting.

It wasn't until he saw Zhao Xu enter the tent that among the remaining adventurers, those who felt some identities couldn't help but follow in.

After a long day of silent communication, everyone also vaguely determined one thing.

That is Zhao Xu and the bodyguard next to him, neither of whom are natives of Lucca City.

According to the probationary priest's speculation, the charming woman who succeeded in killing the wanderer who collected the protection money with a very delicate sword was most likely a holy warrior.

Because the sword that destroys evil is nine times out of ten it is a slash that destroys evil!

Paladins seldom bend over five buckets of rice, and they rarely accept outside assignments unless they match their faith and the convictions in their hearts.

Naturally, everyone immediately speculated that the man who could be protected by a holy warrior was probably the senior priest of the temple.

Combined with the recent migration and escape turmoil, several keen players even made bold judgments.

The man in front of him was likely to be a middle- or high-ranking clergyman who had gone to serve in the Northern Alliance.

Now following them and his party in this fog is naturally protecting everyone.

Thinking about it this way also means that the place next to the pastor is the safest place.

When Zhao Xu entered the tent, which was not spacious, about the size of a single dormitory, he found that another group of players immediately followed, like a fart.

However, Zhao Xu didn't care, he walked straight to the dead bard, even if the other party migrated to the Northern Alliance, he was still wearing a luxurious dress, instead of the inlaid leather armor that poet adventurers often had.

At this time, the poet's eyes were wide open, and his pupils were dilated, cold and stiff, and he obviously could not believe that he would die so suddenly.

"Vivien, have you come into contact with the bard?" Zhao Xu asked.

Vivien shook her head.

Only then did everyone behind them know that this beautiful young lady of the Holy Warrior was named Vivian.

It's just that they can't think about it hard, and they can't quite remember that there was such a female paladin named Vivien in the nearby city.

The other party's appearance and posture are so outstanding, it stands to reason that they can't have not heard of it.

"Bards wander about, collecting local legends and telling them, and they use music as a magical medium to make their listeners happy or sad."

Speaking of this, Zhao Xu's voice paused, observing the traces of the corpse as if he were nothing.

He glanced at the other player poet in the room.

Poets have often become popular among players lately because they are more likely to perform magic because they are more likely to perform magic and are far easier to complete than mages and priests.

It's just that Bard level 1 is easy, but level 2 is difficult.

Players already know that fighting monsters is not the only way to level up, many bards have fought countless goblins, and they are about to get the title of goblin killer, and they still can't feel the arrival of level 2.

In the end, I had no choice but to choose the roundabout route of part-time promotion to other professions.

"Sir, can you say a little more about the poet's content?"

At this time, standing in the corner, another group of poet players who came with the deceased, the whole person seemed to be in a blur, as if they had received a huge blow.

But his eyes were very bright at this time, as if he had grasped the road ahead.

For a moment, everyone else around looked at the inexplicable dialogue between the two in surprise.

When Zhao Xu heard this, he also knew that he was not acting for a blind man.

Previously, he had paid attention to the difficulty of poets in breaking through this problem in the forum.

It's just that he hasn't been performing too much in other professions recently, and he just took advantage of this time to spread the 'secret'.

The Arthurian adventurers that Lucca City hears are not poets themselves, and at the same time, they are not poets and do not have suitable communication channels.

But that poet player is different, not to mention that he has tools like forum networks.

At this time, the other players, looking at the poet who was also a player, looked as if they were bowing to the mysterious man, and they all realized that something extremely unusual was happening in front of them.

"Poets need to deal with all kinds of people." Zhao Xu continued to talk about the contents recorded in the library of legends, and he saw the biography written by the god of poets.

"So they often work as diplomats, coordinators, messengers, scouts or spies."

In just a few sentences, Zhao Xu has already briefly described what career a poet should engage in to upgrade and what he should do in ordinary times.

He also noticed that other players who were not poets were also silently listening.

"What does that mean?" A barbarian who did not understand the situation was scratching his head.

The others immediately pulled the animal skin under him, "Don't talk too much, this is teaching and preaching." ”

"What if the poet decides to get involved in the turmoil in Lucca?" The poet player immediately asked.

When Zhao Xu heard this, he replied directly, "The poet's magic comes from the heart, so you need to follow the choice of your heart. Good poets can bring hope and courage to the less fortunate, and use magic to fight the tricks of the wicked. Even in the face of tyrants, they rebelled against tyranny, inspiring the persecuted in the process of fleeing. ”

As for the evil priest manipulating people's hearts and confusing the audience to collect offerings, Zhao Xu didn't plan to say more.

"Dare to ask the name of the gentleman?" At this time, the poet player standing in the corner stood with a bow, and bowed to Zhao Xu.

He already knew that many poet players must find the direction to break through the barrier because of the other party's words.

"It's not what I said, it's Dedalan." Zhao Xu said lightly.

This name also made everyone dizzy, and they all fell silent for a while.

Didalan, the god of poets, the god of music.

They don't call him by his name like Zhao Xu.

Without waiting for everyone's sighs, Zhao Xu had already raised his hand to cast a spell-

A "Dead Man Talk" spell that originally required 10 minutes of casting time was instantly compressed into one round by Zhao Xu's specialty, multi-talented spellcaster.

The corpse, which had already died and began to be cold, slowly regained its vitality.

And just like that, the dead bard sat up sharply.

"Corpse?"

This abnormal movement instantly frightened several timid girls.

Several people present had just participated in this private autopsy, and they were very sure that the body was dead.

"No, but it's not necromancy and transforms into the undead, right?" The other spellcasters sighed.

"Don't talk nonsense, this is 'Talking to the Dead', a three-ring magic technique."

The middle-aged soldier who had done the autopsy at the beginning immediately corrected.

He had worked for the temple and had seen this kind of spell as well.

At this time, everyone didn't dare to disturb Zhao Xu, and they all looked at the warrior, waiting for his answer.

"This spell can temporarily restore a corpse a little bit of life and intelligence, allowing it to answer questions."

"This spell is powerful, it just restores the corpse's body to a fragment of consciousness, so even if the soul dissipates, this spell can work."

At this time, Zhao Xu also asked the poet who "woke up".

The dead poet also replied dryly at this moment: "I don't know ......"

"I just started to fall asleep, and suddenly my whole body was confused, and then I lost my life."

The poet's words, so slurred, are in stark contrast to the sharp teeth of his life.

Zhao Xu also barely understood what he said for a while.

And everyone originally saw Zhao Xu cast such a magical spell, and they thought that they could capture the truth, and they were looking forward to it.

Who would have thought that everything was still so unclear.

The corpse then continued, "I just remember that the last moment I lost consciousness, I seemed to see a mysterious pattern. ”

"Thunder strikes the ground, water rolls up flames."

The pattern of the mysterious cemetery!

It's also where the clue of the notebook lies!

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