The true eyes of dragons are not auto-tracking scanning eyes, and thieves hiding in the grass and behind trees are sometimes invisible. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info and Claudius' aura is now also contained in his body, and the magic is basically not eaten, but it will not suppress the spells within the range - in fact, the power of Claudius's humanoid form has decreased considerably compared to the past, and if the aura is diffused, it will cause a considerable number of intermediate spells to be unable to suppress, so it is better to shrink into the body to greatly strengthen the resistance of the body. Claudius didn't think about why he was the way he was now, anyway, he couldn't figure it out after thinking about this kind of thing, so he didn't think about it at all-if something really happened, it would be nice to just return to the form of a dragon.

Claudius jumped back a few steps, out of the scope of the dark magic, although there is real dark vision, but the red dragon still prefers places with light, and the dark magic is also one-way transparent for the releaser and the group of guys who help, isn't it. The other party's divine fluctuations had already made Claudius identify the source, "Is the believer of the goddess of the night Shar......" Indeed, for her disciples, the night is where the power lies, and it is not strange to do such a thing of blocking the road and robbing.

Actually, it's quite strange, because this goddess's creed is to act secretly, and this kind of roadblock robbery without much skill seems to be a bit out of line with the goddess's dogma - of course, this woman is also a keeper of secrets, maybe she has learned the details of this so-called magic merchant from some aspect - what Nero! That's Claudius, the Crimson Calamity!

"Even so," Claudius thought of this aspect, "how could that woman from Shar want to clash head-on with Lao Tzu?" Did she feel unhappy that she had too many followers in the physical realm of the Lord? But then again...... I heard that Shar seems to be a little better than the dragon queen? Claudius unconsciously began to think crookedly, but that didn't stop him from getting into combat mode quickly.

Holding the Chicago typewriter in his hand, although he was in human form, he was a high-level warrior - such a warrior was more agile than a monkey. The red dragon ran as fast as it could, running left and right in a curved shape and rushing into the forest. Most of Shar's followers are thieves, and the sneaking of this group of guys will be blessed by their goddess, but as long as they reach a certain distance, then they can't escape Claudius's true eye, and the least discount for the red dragon is his perception and intelligence, and he can find those guys by perception alone.

The believers of Shar who control the Shadow Demon Network are indeed difficult to entangle, although the spells of these guys are not powerful but very annoying, they belong to the kind of control spells that gradually kraft candy type, but the level of these believers does not seem to be high, and there are no priests who use shadow fire. On this point, Claudius was quite puzzled, since the goddess wanted to rob him of his things, and it was possible to know his identity, what was it to send such a non-condescending believer to do this? What about giving away heads or attracting hatred? It's just that Shar is the goddess of conspiracy, and Claudius, no matter how simple his mind is, will never believe that this goddess is brainless.

But what Shar thought didn't stop Claudius from striking the typewriter, and in the midst of the fire and clattering sound from the muzzle, the sawdust flew in the woods, and one by one the Shar's shadow thieves fell to the ground in the process of strafing - their protective arrow spells had little effect. The kinetic warheads, which were far larger than the crossbow arrows, quickly consumed the strength of the shield, and the faster rate of fire made them have no time to dodge after the shield was depleted, so they all fell to the ground as rotten pockets.

Claudius quickly emptied half of the drum, only to his senses that all of the Shar's followers had fled, except for the five unlucky ones on the ground who had been beaten into a sieve. The five dead ghosts were quite poor, and Claudius touched the corpses and found nothing of great value - nothing but the emblem of Shar, and the characteristic dagger and crossbow arrows. The other bandits seemed to know that Nero, the magic merchant, was a hard idea, and disappeared into the road. Claudius thought the gang was boring, and the only thing he did was to force Claudius to walk - the horses were all dead, and the poor ghosts who had robbed had no creature left behind. Claudius, who was babbling, thought about it, and then took out the scepter to activate the spell, and then entered the mansion of this half plane to spend the night.

Tonight is the waning gibbous moon, and the moonlight is quite bright and bright. Claudius sat on the balcony of the mansion - invisible from the outside, looking at the moon and reloading his bullets. Whether it's a typewriter or 1911, the effect of dealing with low-level miscellaneous fish is actually very good, of course, dealing with intermediate-level mages is another thing, thieves and warriors or something, it really saves time and effort and the sound and light effect is also good, but high-level warriors are obviously almost equivalent to jokes - wearing enchanted armor, or poorer warriors wearing thick plate armor, the bullet effect of this weapon is of course weak, and thieves are difficult to hit when they are advanced. Claudius touched the small adamantite weapon on his belt and sighed, "Do you still have to rely on chopping and chopping to get by?" ”

But that didn't stop the red dragon from eating and drinking, the guy had put those thoughts behind him in the blink of an eye, and what he needed was to replan his way forward. Of course, Claudius immediately made the decision to rest day and night, staying in the mansion during the day to rest, and at night simply releasing the Nightmare of Hell and riding forward, anyway, those who walk at night are not good people, and when they see it, they will see it, the big deal is that Claudius wears a cloak with a covered face, but he can't take off his top hat that pulls the wind.

In this way, Claudius spent the night, and finally arrived at the city of Zazespor two days later. This guy didn't want to go into the city, although this is a famous big city of 100,000 people, but Claudius was also an earthling who lived in a super luxury city with a population of tens of millions, and he had no interest in this kind of small town, so he took advantage of the night to bypass the city and began to approach the tightly sealed mines.

There was a full moon in the sky, and it was supposed to be a warm and crisp night, but the closer you got to the pit, the colder it became—the embodiment of negative energy. In order to seal off the cave of the dead, the righteous gods have set up shrines here, stationed a number of paladins and priests, and some righteous adventurers or harpists - mainly combatants patrolling here spontaneously - all the expenses of the municipality of Zazespor have to spend this extra-budgetary ticket if they want to live. Some of the rich are gone, some of the poor are gone, but most of them can't leave, they have to pay more taxes to pay for the hiring of adventurers and temple guards, and they have to endure the occasional riot of the dead in the local cemetery after the negative energy - for which they burn almost all the corpses buried in the cemetery for hundreds of years, while spilling tons of expensive holy water, and then having the high priests of the gods of justice perform magic to cleanse the entire cemetery - which is another lot of money.

Claudius noticed that frost had condensed around him, and the temperature had dropped to the point where his breath had turned into a white mist. In order to avoid trouble, Claudius did not summon the nightmare, but walked towards the mine with his own feet, and he also had to avoid patrolling adventurers and temple guards - there were many evil gods and demons and devil believers who always wanted to enter the place full of negative energy and do something bad, and if he was caught, Claudius felt that he might not be able to pull out a suitable reason......

"Why is this cold fog getting bigger and bigger? If it weren't for Lao Tzu's real vision, the visibility would almost not exceed three meters! The temperature is getting colder, but the moon is clearly visible overhead..... I always felt that something was wrong. Claudius, walking on the difficult path, muttered. Indeed, there are always Diao people who want to murder me! ”