Anyway, some people will wonder about the protagonist's course of action... Here's an explanation.

Shirley's self-interest model is not for profit, but for what makes her feel happy and hilarious......

Chaos evil is going to do something you can't think of at all.

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[Please note that your brutality and dark nature will greatly affect the perception of others, and sometimes the enemy will refuse to surrender out of fear.] 】

Cynthia was reading with an ancient scroll, and the brass oil lamp next to her looked like it had just been lit, and the wick inside was strong enough to hold the night. Sitting at a slightly dated but still nice table, the spellcaster, who had reached a whole new level, was thinking about something.

"Your tea."

The guards who walked around smashed a somewhat worn cup of tea on her table as if it were smashing it on her desk, and the tea soaked part of the scroll. If it were another spellcaster, the guard would be a dead man by now, right? But Cynthia accepted the treatment without anger. After saying thank you gently, he slowly wiped the tea off the scroll with a silk.

As you can see, Cynthia is thinking about something.

Is it a philosophical thing? From life and death, or from life and death, these philosophical reflections are somewhat clear to Cynthia. She could answer these things with fallacies herself, and even came up with answers that made her unbelievable - but that was not what she was thinking about today. The so-called level of thinking can't bring you enough bread and can't get enough resources, it's just that the big old man who is full of food and drink is thinking while doing something to the back door of the maid next to him with his legs crossed, and it is not applicable to the current situation.

She can't get respect or resources here, so why is she still here? Cynthia looked at a black pattern on the back of her left hand, which represented an oath, a covenant, and the capital for all villagers to be rude to a spellcaster. Breaking this will drop from a level 4 caster +2 to a level 1 unprofessional, which would be a huge loss for a mage.

So Cynthia was thinking about whether to leave the village, even if she became a level 1 non-professional, she could quickly return to the mage profession - but what worried her was that it was a vast mountain range, and there were a lot of beasts and monsters, and she might even want to escape without the power of the caster. That's why she needs to choose one of the two endings where she can't see the future as her way out.

--While the witch thinks about making a decision, something will happen.

"It's... It's the undead!! ”

"How did these guys come out of nowhere!"

"Guards!"

The villagers shouted loudly and fled backwards to no avail, but rather left many of the guards unable to do anything.

The sound of the rattling skeletons was like the mockery of death, and it quickly plundered the lives of ordinary villagers.

"Damn the undead, die!"

Finally, the captain of the guard, a paladin, rushed out and slashed at the skeleton's skull with a sword of holy light, not brutally chopping open the skull, but also striking a large crack, and at the same time knocking the skeleton's stamina from 100% to 35%! The level of ferocity means 'two knives bite you to death!' ''Get out, I won't make a third cut' is pretty much the same thing.

If the paladin had come out with two normal guards in a different scene, the skeletons would have lost at least one by now. But there are no ifs in life - even if they are NPCs, NPCs are born without ifs.

Without hesitation, Claire used the command authority of the four skeletons, and the four charges were unleashed against the paladin in unison.

Bell, bell, bell... Four crunching sounds.

The Paladin was stunned by the continuous impacts and lost 16% of his health. The pro, who was one level away from reaching Paladin +2, watched as four rusty swords pierced into his body, causing massive damage.

"Captain!"

Finally a guard squeezed out of the crowd, which gave the captain of the guard hope, like a correct script: the heroes of the bloody battle had reinforcements and finally beat the evil undead to the ground.

But don't forget, there is also a witch here who can be said to be powerful for ordinary professionals, although this witch is an academic school from a greenhouse, she still has a qualified ability to mend knives. Claire smashed two magic missiles in a row on the captain to keep him stiff, and the other shot slammed into the guard's face, causing a huge amount of damage, and cooperating with Shirley who came out of nowhere to kill the guard directly...

"What a young man, the captain who did not hesitate to embark on the road of death in order to save him."

Shirley let go of the guard's neck, and the guard's body lay limply on the ground. Her words were like vipers, but the paladin didn't react, only the angry look in his eyes proved that he was still angry.

As long as he doesn't lose his mind, Pharos won't die in vain. The paladin had made a painful but correct decision, as long as he protected his life now, then it would be easy to defeat this evil squad by waiting for the priest to rush out of the crowd and hang him up with a healing spell, and with the remaining two guards.

And the guards in the crowd also calmed down, slowly but neatly squeezed out of the crowd, it seems that they can get out of trouble in another 10 seconds, right?

Isn't that good......

Claire instinctively prepared a greasy technique, ready to buy time.

Kela...

The audience seemed to fall silent suddenly, save for the angry scolding of the villagers and the crowded voices.

The guards, the paladins, the witches, all eyes were on Shirley. The innocent smile of this zombie lady can make people grieve for what happened to her becoming a zombie, but her actions make people want to throw her into the bottomless abyss and enjoy the flames for 10,000 years. She crouched down and pulled the dead guard's head off the other's body, and kicked it as a ball.

That's right, Shirley has succeeded in turning many of the game's NPC threats "I'm going to cut off your head and kick it as a ball" into reality.

And the effect is also very obvious, not only the guards are red-eyed, even the villagers are red-eyed, and there are also the captain of the holy warriors.

"Kill her!"

"Burn her to death!"

The anger of the villagers did not affect Shirley, after all, a group of weak chickens with attribute 3 can only be used as workers, just like if you summon 100 imps, you may not be able to beat a regular army. But they can pit their teammates! The guard team originally rushed out with 5 more people, but they were once again rushed together with the 3 people in front... And the wrath of the captain of the paladin took his own heel.

"You brute!"

Looking at the paladin who was angrily rushing towards her, Shirley felt a sense of déjà vu.

"There was once a paladin who rushed like you, and now his ashes are drifting in a hearse."

A magic missile slammed into the back of the paladin's head...

After that, the guards who lost their careers were numerous, and they were also broken by each one.

"Hello, is your team still short of people?"

As he was about to end this small but easy battle of annihilation, a pleasant voice sounded from behind him.

Similar...

Shirley, suddenly her eyes lit up and looked back, it was a beautiful girl, wearing a slim witch's robe, with the same gentle smile.

Two faces with a gentle smile came to face, and the witch spoke first.

"It's a perfect work, my name is Cynthia, I admire you."

She gestured to the human head at Shirley's feet.

"Can you accept an unemployed person on your team?"