PS: Under normal circumstances, there will be three more today!

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"How can there be a finished card here......"

Roland muttered suspiciously, and then reached out and took the cards in the box in his hand and checked them one by one.

In this box, four cards were found, which really surprised Roland.

When his eyes swept over all the cards, Roland was surprised to find that of the four dark blue cards, only one was a magic card, and the other three were blank cards, and they were also blank cards with an 80% success rate.

"The success rate is 80%...... Am I right? ”

Even Roland couldn't help but doubt himself when he saw the words on it, 80% was already a super high success rate, and you must know that the blank cards he made were only 40% success rate at most.

Then he set his sights on the only magic card.

【Breath of Winter】

Required Character Level: Level 30

Grade: Rare

Cost: 200 mana

Description: Users will have two options, you can choose to summon Winter's Ice to imprison enemies, or have Winter's breath turn into an Ice Lance with a slow effect to attack enemies.

Notes: "This magic freezes well! ― From Blavin, the magician who doesn't have a refrigerator

A magic card of the imprisoning class and three blank cards can also be regarded as a good harvest, after all, a rare-level control card can control the rhythm of the battle very well.

Just as Roland was receiving these cards into the card slot, suddenly, a terrible scream came from outside the tent.

Damn, something happened!

Roland was secretly startled in his heart, and quickly turned around and ran outside.

When he came outside the tent, all the royal guards were gathered in a circle, as if something had happened, and the atmosphere was particularly solemn.

At this time, those royal guards also realized Roland's arrival and hurriedly made way for him.

In an instant, surrounded by the crowd, a pale royal guard lay on the ground, blood staining the ground beneath him. Suddenly, Roland noticed that one of his arms was missing, and the cut was so flat that it was as if it had been cut off by a sharp blade in an instant.

"Hey man, what's going on?"

Seeing this, Roland's brows couldn't help frowning, and he hurriedly pulled over one of the royal guards and asked.

"Uh...... Mr. Pastor, a guy just ran out of the camp...... Fortunately, it was rescued in time. ”

The royal guard who was questioned looked a little ugly, hesitated for a moment, and told everything that had just happened.

It turned out that after he entered the tent, a royal guard stood up inexplicably and walked straight out of the camp. But just now when he took a step, there was a sudden muffled pop, and his arm was cut off by an invisible force.

Fortunately, at this time, the commander of the royal guard reacted quickly and quickly pulled the guy back to the camp.

"I'm sorry......"

The royal guard commander walked over, bowed slightly to Roland, and said.

"It's okay...... Hey, Galoland, give this wounded soldier some treatment. ”

Roland reluctantly pulled a smile on his face, waved his hand, and said.

It's just an illusion, but ...... That thing is really capable of killing, and it still ignores defensive damage.

Hearing Roland's call, the Void Body slowly stood up, walked over to the wounded soldier, and used the healing hand on his wounded arm.

There was a soft buzz, and I saw the holy light surging out wildly, dispelling the darkness and fear around him.

The moment the holy light fell on the soldier, the wound immediately healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the wounded royal guard's face also improved slightly, at least not as pale as a corpse.

"Everyone, be vigilant, don't be influenced by the singing, and don't leave this camp."

Roland looked at the dark jungle, and his expression couldn't help but become solemn, what had happened, and those singing could affect the people in the camp.

It stands to reason that this camp is in a state of absolute security in the early stages of the game, so how could anyone be attacked.

Don't...... Is it really just because of that guy's curiosity?

Thinking of this, Roland's gaze couldn't help but look at the royal guard who had fallen into a coma.

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At the same time, more than a dozen black-robed figures came to the door of the Hound Hotel.

They stopped and looked up at the eerie little inn, which was ordinary, but gave everyone a sense of foreboding.

"They're right in there? How does it feel like a very obvious trap. ”

"Indeed, there is a strange feeling in this house, which seems to be ...... The breath of darkness. ”

"Hmph, it doesn't matter if he's a trap or not, just go in, and if it's darkness, isn't our mission to revive the darkness!"

Suddenly, an impatient voice came from the crowd, and as soon as the words fell, the figure took a step forward, stretched out his hand, pushed open the closed door, and stepped into the hotel.

When the rest of the people saw this, they sighed, followed him, and walked in, as if they felt a little helpless about the figure that led the way.

But the moment they entered the interior of this hotel, with a snort, an extremely strong dark aura rushed to their faces, and before everyone could react, the scene in front of them changed drastically.

From a small empty inn, it has become a desolate cemetery.

"Damn...... Eggert, because of your reckless decisions, we all fell for illusion. ”

One of the black-cloaked men took off his hood and glared at the figure walking in front of him, his tone full of resentment.

"Hmph, this is not an illusion, this is a real world, it seems that the human priest wants to change battlefields with us."

The man who walked in front also took off his hood, revealing a hideous wolf head, and his sharp teeth emitted bursts of cold light in the moonlight, which made people feel creepy when they saw it.

Suddenly, the rest of the people also took off their hoods on their heads, some were young people who were only in their teens, some were old people with gray hair, and even an orc with green skin.

Including the werewolf, there are as many as fifteen people in this team of pure black churches, and it seems that they have put a lot of thought into assassinating Prince Wix.

"Under the light of the moon...... The dark monsters crept up in front of the tent, and they raised their butcher knives......"

Suddenly, a strange girl's song sounded in everyone's ears, like the call of a dead soul.

"Damn, my uncontrollable zhì ......"

At this moment, a trembling voice sounded in the crowd.

"Save Me ......"

Suddenly, all the members of the Pure Black Church looked back, only to see one of the Pure Black Church members with fear on his face, holding the hilt of his sword in one hand, holding the blade across his neck, and whispering.

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