In the blink of an eye, he was left alone, and finally the robber saw Ryan's bloodthirsty eyes looking at him, as if he had lost his soul, and sat down in the bloody water: "Don't, don't kill me!" I'll tell you everything! Tell you everything! ”

Seeing that the enemy disarmed and surrendered, Ryan took a deep breath and gradually calmed down the excitement in his heart. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info No wonder so many people even know the strength of the master, they still go forward and choose the melee profession, whew, the adrenaline rush feels really TM cool!

"Tell me, who sent you?"

"I don't know...

Scold! The blade that was still stained with blood stopped steadily in front of the young man, and he was so frightened that he quickly closed his eyes and kept screaming loudly: "I really don't know!" That's right! I heard from them that man was a captain of the guards! I really don't know about the rest! ”

The scimitar in his hand approached the young man little by little, and Ryan's cold voice seemed to come from Bartow's hell: "What's his name?" ”

"I don't know... Halfway through his words, the blade in front of him suddenly accelerated, instantly making him hold back the second half of his sentence, "Wait! Wait a minute! I think about it, I can think of it, etc... ”

The cold blade had already touched his Adam's apple, and the latter was scratching his ears and cheeks in a hurry, and in the blink of an eye, he was already drenched in sweat. "I remember!" The young man's eyes finally showed surprise, "I've heard the boss talk about that person before, it seems to be called, called, Bob... ”

"Bob Benjie." Ryan's voice was still low, and no one who knew him well could connect it to his slightly immature face.

"That's right! Right! That's the name! ”

Seeing Ryan remove the scimitar, the young man was suddenly excited, carefully got up, tried to take a step into the distance, and when he looked back and saw that he did not react, he immediately ran wildly.

Quest Obtained: Targeted

You learn from the bandits who are following you that the captain of the guards, Bob Benjie, is behind it, but you remember that you have no grudge against him. And no matter what, you are a nobleman, where does a mere captain have the courage to dare to buy a murderer?

Glancing at the robbers who were running away, Ryan silently took the light crossbow from his back, most of the people who wanted to kill me were lying in the stinky ditch, you won't be alone.

Light crossbow

Damage: Puncture

Base Damage: 1d8

Heavy Attack: ×2

Range: 80 feet

Duh! A soft sound spread far away in the alley, and the figure running in the moonlight fell to the ground in an instant.

"I never promised to let you go."

Piercing (Heavy Attack) -16, robber dead.

Battle Settlement: Gain 36 experience.

Trying to assign experience points to the mage class, but still unsuccessful, and sighing, Ryan put away his light crossbow and turned to leave the alley. Naturally, these corpses were scrambling to be cleaned up by scavengers, and he didn't need to worry about them. As for the loot, a few broken weapons are just to add weight to oneself, as a robber, with more than one silver coin on him, should now be mixed in a tavern or brothel, who wants to be rich in the middle of the night to follow a ranger?

None of the three robbers had a warrior, and with the addition of the old enemy of the human race, Ryan was not too easy to deal with, and similarly, the experience given was pitiful.

Soon, Ryan was on the edge of the northern city, and unlike the center of the city, the neighborhood was cluttered with low, dilapidated bungalows and muddy roads.

The cemetery in the northern city is more like a mass grave, the fence is already in tatters, and due to the accumulation of negative energy, most of the residents would rather live in the slums infested with banditry than in the company of the undead that may appear.

Due to recent rumours from a mad night watchman, most of the occupants have been emptied.

With the bright moonlight tonight, Ryan walked slowly in the silence, barely hearing any footsteps. At this time, Ryan began to rejoice that the half-elf inherited the dim vision of the elven race, and in the current environment, the vision range is much stronger than that of pure-blooded humans.

Approaching the cemetery, the neighborhood suddenly became empty, and the overgrown weeds made it impossible to see any towns in the area.

Looking around, there was nothing else to discover, the stench of decay and the quiet environment so real that even Ryan, a former legend, was a little apprehensive. A small crystal bottle was removed from his waist, and Ryan carefully applied the clear liquid to the blade.

Holy

Usable(1/3)

Throw: Deals 2/6 damage to undead for 12 seconds, dealing burns

Drink: Restores 1d2 health in 1 minute, the effect stacks

Smudge: Grants weapon +1 attack against the undead for ten attacks or ten ammo

This was bought by Ryan when he received the mission in the temple, and the two bottles of holy water cost him two gold coins, but they are absolutely effective against the undead.

Through a gap in the fence, Ryan stepped into the cemetery, carefully past the haphazard tombstones around him, and soon arrived at the Night's Watch Cabin.

He still has some impressions of the cemetery in Nancheng, the fat old man who is drunk all day long often receives red envelopes from the families of the deceased, and I don't know how many people are waiting for him to die one day, and then go to compete for this oily and watery fat gap.

It is the same cemetery, and the difference between the two sides is simply a cloud of mud.

The dilapidated hut had long since lost its owner with the night watchman going mad, and no one wanted to take over this eerie mass grave at such a time.

"Damn! Failed again! ”

As soon as he approached the cabin, the sudden roar from the room made Ryan snort, a reflexive dodge, and squatted in the corner, but in a panic, the slight friction between his clothes and the wall seemed a little harsh in the silent night sky.

"Who?!"

Hearing the questions of the people in the room, Ryan held his breath, raised the long sword and scimitar that he had already held in his hand, and stood by the door like a statue, waiting for the person inside to walk out and knock him down or kill him!

Flutter flutter! The sound of the bird's wings fluttering suddenly came from a dead tree not far away, and a crow that seemed to melt into the night flew in through the window accurately.

"Ah, it's you little guy, you're really naughty."

"Quack!"

"What? Right now? My experiment was almost successful! ”

"Quack!"

"Well, I hope your master doesn't let me down."

Crows, experiments, these are all things that Ryan is familiar with in his previous life, that person, is a mage?!

Creak! The door was slowly pushed open, and a trembling figure stepped out of the gloomy room, the wide cloak that could only hide his size, but it could not stop the disgusting putrid stench that spread around.

"Lead the way, little one." The crow standing on the man's shoulder combed his shiny black feathers, spread his broad wings, and flew into the distance, behind him, the foul-smelling mage hunched his body, like an old man, moving his seemingly slow pace but able to follow closely behind the crow.

When the rickety figure disappeared into the darkness, the dark shadow in the corner of the hut suddenly moved, and Ryan glanced in the direction where the mage had disappeared with disdain.

What are you pretending to be? It's just a one-ring spell, and the soles of your feet are oiled!

Retracting his gaze, Ryan tiptoed into the door of the cabin, but stopped as soon as he took a step, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he carefully threw his scout skills throughout the room, and then quickly reacted, and couldn't help but laugh at himself.

Apparently he was a little nervous, not every mage was as careful as he was, even his bedroom was full of spell traps. What's more, the mage just now didn't find out that he was a level 1 ranger, and he was confident that this cemetery was not threatening, and he didn't mean to be vigilant at all.

This kind of person usually doesn't survive more than three episodes in a series, and with such a definition of the mage in his mind, Ryan shook his head and walked into the room to take a look.

A dusty broken bed was piled with a large amount of debris, and the tools and household items of the night watchman seemed to have been cleared out. A large space was vacated by the window, and a lone table caught Ryan's attention.

Just as he stepped forward, the soles of his feet suddenly thumped. Looking down, Ryan's pupils suddenly shrank, rotting corpse! A pile of carrion!

A large pit had been dug in the open space between the bed and the table, and a large number of decomposing corpses had been discarded in it, and judging by the fresh soil stained on these corpses, I am afraid that they were the dead in the cemetery not long ago!

Suppressing his disgust, Ryan walked over the pit to the table. A pile of materials scrawled around the edges, wooden fountain pens that weren't dry were thrown on the floor, and a closed worn-out book was placed in the center.

Could it be? Spell book! Ryan has always speculated that the unusability of his mage profession is due to the lack of a spell book, and it seems that he has a chance to verify it.

Just as he was about to reach out and open the book, Ryan suddenly stopped, hesitated for a moment, threw out a scout again, and opened it when he found nothing unusual.

However, as soon as he turned the first page, he was disappointed.

Transcript of Archmage Mescal...

Archmages, in the Ariel world, are all called mages with a level of 17 or above, and have mastered at least one nine-ring spell. As for the one he had just left, Ryan could only scoff. Whether it is the two-ring spell light spirit technique or the three-ring spell acceleration technique, it is much more handsome and effective than the oil on the soles of the feet, not to mention the high-ring number of arbitrary doors and shadow techniques, which are very trouble-free common spells.

Obviously, this Mescal is not only sloppy and unsophisticated, but also very arrogant.

A simple flip through it, the scribbled handwriting like a ghost drawing is unrecognizable, and this font is even more incomprehensible than the doctor in his previous life. However, the occasional drawings gave Ryan a solid guess.

This Mescal, apparently, is a necromantic mage, and judging from his notes, it seems that he is conducting experiments and research related to undead creatures, and can vaguely identify some necromantic spell casting materials from it, but Ryan does not find the answer in it.

Either way, this should be enough to complete the task. But it's a pity... Glancing at the exquisite long sword at his waist, Ryan didn't even know what it felt like to cut people with it...

Forget it, just complete the task. With a long sigh, Ryan didn't control the movement of his hand, and the heavy note slammed shut, a large cloud of dust splashed up, and an inky vial on the edge shook and shattered to the ground.

Before Ryan could get nervous, a note that had just been placed under the vial caught his attention. Seeing that the surroundings were still quiet, he hurriedly opened the note.

'The girl of the moon, the black water gathers. ’