"Boss, help me......"

Mugg calls for help through the contract.

Roy ignored the other and didn't want to pay attention to him.

"Boss, these three people have a grudge against me! Sam's private money that he had hidden for ten years was stolen by me, Spencer's girlfriend insisted on being nice to me, and Gabi cooperated in the robbery and was hacked by me...... If they find out who I really am, I'...... I ......" came Miog's mournful voice.

"You're a scumbag...... Alright, Mugg, calm down. ”

Roy conveyed a soothing and calm mood, and added:

"It's time to show your true skills, why don't you just tease them for a few days and cheat them out of their property by the way?"

Mugg was stunned and said:

"What a good idea!"

Roy continued:

"When you leave, you will reveal your true identity again, and see how wonderful it is to see their desperate, angry, and angry looks~"

Mug snorted and said:

"Wonderful fart, they're only going to get more excited! I don't know them yet? DM, a bunch of color dragons! ”

“emmm…… It's not bad to release the suspicion and turn enemies into friends...... Forget it, I don't know much about your dragon's character, you can do it yourself, and you deserve to be killed. Roy replied in disgust, and then ignored Mugg.

Circled around the cliff pass.

Roy found that the morale of these garrisons was very high, and the previous Magic Knight incident had greatly encouraged them, and everyone had a scroll in the case, and they felt that the divine soldiers were in hand, and I had the world.

"The demon kings are all paper tigers, as long as there are magic scrolls, how many demon kings will die!"

"The Demon King is a chicken feather thing, if they dare to come, they will eat our million fireball salvos!"

"Long live the scroll!"

The garrison all had a blind worship of the scroll.

For the indigenous, this is definitely not good news.

No matter how many reels there are, they are also primary reels. It allows the low-level troops of the indigenous to crush the low-level troops of the Demon King, but the high-level troops are not stupid and will not hit the muzzle of the gun themselves. Battles between advanced classes will not be affected by a few primary scrolls.

A big factor in the success of the war is the game between the high-ranking arms.

Roy saw it, but he wouldn't say.

The more fanatical these garrisons are about the scrolls, the easier the scrolls will sell.

In the evening.

Mavis pulled Roy to the door.

Roy shook off Mavis's hand, took a step back, and asked alertly:

"Wait, where's my room?"

"There are too many people, and I can't allocate a VIP room, but fortunately, I live together, and if you want to sleep in a multi-person dormitory, you can do it."

Mavis raised her chin slightly, looked down at Roy with a smile and said:

"I wouldn't mind sleeping in a room with a child."

Roy was speechless.

In terms of age, Mavis is 3, 400 years old, and can be his great-great-great-grandmother.

"I don't mind sleeping in the same room with the elderly...... Oops, it hurts, why hit someone?! Wow! What are you doing?! Don't hit anyone! ”……

The VIP room is quite large and has a separate bathroom.

The double bed is very spacious and fluffy and comfortable. One person sleeps on one side, and the space is very generous.

Roy didn't remove his skin either.

After his body shrunk, the hormones he secreted decreased, and he didn't have any impulses.

Lie in bed.

Open the skin system.

Now that the money is not bad, it is no problem to take out a little element coin lottery every day.

In line with the principle of 'ten companies must be self-contained, and a single extract will produce miracles', Roy only smokes his skin once a day.

The odds of thank you patronage are indeed much smaller.

There's a lot of messy skin.

Roy's skin warehouse has accumulated 50 skins, most of which are ordinary, and occasionally some rare, and the theme skins are still a few.

Rub your hands together and click to draw once.

Bite~

Seeing that light, Roy knew he had earned it.

【Falcon's Eyes】

[Available range: Those with certain shooting skills, unique skins]

[Rarity: Rare]

[Equipment Effect: Those who obtain this skin will gain a large amount of accuracy and rate of fire gains when using long-range attacks such as bows and arrows, crossbows, guns, and magic, gain traits such as self-confidence and calmness, and obtain two exclusive skills.

Exclusive Skill 1: One shot into the soul, strengthen the next ballistic attack skill, strengthen it by 300%, and hit the enemy 100%, ignoring all evasion abilities. Cooldown time is 1 minute.

Exclusive Skill 2: Eye of Death, insight locks on the target, and all ballistic skill attack targets will get ballistic corrections. No cooling. 】

Roy rolled over and jumped.

I've been pumping for almost half a month, and finally a decent skin has come.

"It's a shot into the soul."

Mavis, who had just finished taking a shower and was wrapped in a bath towel, walked out and was stunned when she heard Roy's voice.

The two stared wide-eyed.

Mavis clutched her towel and stepped back alertly, looking at Roy's eyes changed.

Roy jumped out of bed and said:

"I'm going to take a shower."

At night, Roy tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

The monster next door is too immoral, and when it's time to go to bed, he doesn't rest, and he cries wolf.

All sorts of weird and creepy cries continued.

This kind of voice sounds to ordinary people, like a whisper from the abyss, which tortures people's nerves, makes people unable to sleep, and makes people fall into madness.

But Roy is the Demon King.

To him, this is the music of the square dancing aunts.

Unleash the soundproofing magic, and then fall asleep soundly.

Stayed at the cliff pass for two days.

On the third night, Simba's army moved.

Piercing alarms echoed.

The soldiers in light sleep immediately got up, got dressed and took up their weapons, rushed to the city wall, and returned to their positions.

Outside the city walls.

Dark clouds obscured the moon.

The prairie was pitch black, nothing could be seen, only the whistling wind could be heard, and the air was filled with a rancid smell, which was disgusting.

On the city walls, magicians chant illumination.

Dazzling balls of light shot out obliquely, drawing parabolas and flying into the grassland, emitting a faint light in the darkness, illuminating a limited area. Like white chess pieces scattered on a black chessboard.

Between black and white, people can also see the situation in the distance clearly.

The walls were filled with exclamations and gasps.

Because within the poor light range of the illumination, dense skeletons and zombies were wriggling forward. They walked into the cold light of the illumination, and in the quiet light, their bloodshot heads were hideous, as if they had just been peeled off.

Using a modified version of the Wizard's Eye, Roy was able to see 5 or 6 kilometers away.

There is no end in sight to the dense undead, connecting heaven and earth, endlessly.

I'm afraid Simba has turned everyone in the Plains of the Wind into an undead.