Chapter 134: Magic Missile

The last day of autumn, the day before the prairie winds are about to stop.

In a tavern in the temporary area north of the city, a strong orc warrior was stepping on the table, giving an excited speech, his thick arms bulging with bruises, obviously quite excited at this time.

A group of people sat down and drank and bragged about it, and a few people listened to him.

"Listen, you fools! The prairie wind is about to stop, and now is a great opportunity to make money! The benevolent Lord Grek has put this opportunity before you, just walk a few steps with us, and move your things back, it's as simple as that! When the time comes, you will be able to say goodbye to this filthy, stinking foot hut and go to the big city to the north to live in a noble mansion!"

"Whose tavern did you say is a foot shed!?" An orc proprietress who was a head taller than a strong human man widened her eyes on the spot, and when she mentioned it casually, she was lifted up with a thick barrel! "Of course it's not Sister Viola's tavern, don't fight! I'm a foot shed, I'm a foot shed, can't I do it!"

"Haha, Grek! Don't talk nonsense here, who doesn't know that dragon's blood grass grows in the dragon's lair! No matter what orc glory you are, a fart touching a dragon will kill you!" one of the mercenaries laughed and burped.

"Hmph, of course I know I can't beat the dragon, it's something that Lord Amela wouldn't dare to mess with!" Glick snorted.

But he said excitedly.

"But you must not know, the fire a few days ago, the dragon couldn't sleep, and it had already flown away at that time!

As soon as these words came out, the noise in the tavern suddenly stopped!

Everyone looked straight at Glick.

"You mean"

"That's right, that's a whole treasure in the Dragon's Cave! All we're going to do is walk through it in less than a week, and then move it back and sell it! What are you waiting for!"

Grek shouted loudly, only to see him pick up the great axe and split the table in half!

"We have the strongest orc warriors, and there are many human swordsmen who have cultivated their fighting spirit, and they will all come to protect the safety of this trip! Now we only need some young men with strength, just wait for this matter to be finished, I am afraid that we will count the gold coins until our hands cramp, I am here to ensure that everyone can get a share of the money! In the end, only three or four more people will be found, three or four people! After looking for it, immediately prepare to go on the road, if you don't come again, there will be no chance!"

For a while, the people in the tavern were a little moved, but it didn't take long for most of them to shake their heads and continue to drink

It's a dragon's cave after all!

The news that the dragon has flown away has no basis at all, and it is completely groundless -- if it is still there, or if it is gone and comes back, then the person who goes there will be no place to die! Everyone knows that there is treasure in the dragon cave, but not everyone wants to be a thief, after all, if there is a life to steal, there must be a life to come back.

But after all, someone was willing to take a risk, a young man who looked seventeen or eighteen gritted his teeth, stood up and said. "I'll go with you! But I'm just a handyman, and I can't help you except move things!"

"No problem, you'll be proud of your decision today!When you come back, you'll understand how wise your trip is, and laugh at the hapless cowards when the time comes!" said Glick, tapping the young man on the shoulder. "Your name?"

"Kidd!"

"Leave his name alone, if you don't pay for the old lady's table today, I'll engrave your name on the granite of the small mound!" the orc proprietress violently trampled the wooden table to pieces in hatred.

"No, I'm your own brother!"

Although Kidd made a decision, his face still changed slightly, obviously he didn't know if this decision was right or wrong, but if it was as simple as Glick said, it would definitely be able to get a lot of money - the people of Finn City said it was lawless, but after all, it was not just for the gold coins?

"What should I do?" Kidd asked.

"Oh, we've mustered enough force, you just have to do the light labor," Grek carefully glued the pieces of the wooden table and nodded at a young man who was drinking by himself in the corner of the tavern.

"Well, look at that person, he is also the guy we recruited! He knows the itinerary, if you don't understand anything, just ask! I won't say it alone. ”

Seeing that Greek and the proprietress were arguing endlessly, unable to interject for the time being, Kidd shook his head and had no choice but to walk towards the man.

But seeing this person's appearance clearly made Kidd a little curious.

Because he didn't look like a local person - as if he had never experienced the wind and sand and sun, his skin was as fair as the sun, and his facial features looked very soft. At this time, he was wearing a red turban, which was close to the terroir of Finn City, but it made the pitch-black hair look more flamboyant.

Seems to be a guy from a faraway land.

However, what made Kidd's heart tremble suddenly was the dark red eyes. It seems to glow a strange red light in the shadows, but when you look closely, you can't see it anymore, as if it was just an illusion before.

The man saw Kidd coming, but he smiled kindly. "Second Order Arcane Mage, Boente, you're Kidd, right? ”

"Oh, hello!" Kidd said, but there was still a puzzled look on his face.

Is the term 'Arcane Mage' really unfamiliar?

Magicians have heard of it, but Finn City is full of 'vulgar' mercenaries and orc warriors, and those self-proclaimed noble magicians are rare here, I wonder what the hell an arcane mage is?

"Ahem, I'm actually just a theorist, but I learned a few simple arcane magic when the opportunity came. Actually, I'm just a mobile backpack, and although I have a bit of combat skills, it's not worth mentioning. As if to see the doubts in Kidd's mind, Pointe smiled to himself and opened his palms slightly.

Kidd was surprised to see that there was a small silver hole in the palm of his hand, and Boynt actually threw the wine glass into it, and then took it out again.

"You see, I can carry a little more stuff than the average person, probably the size of two boxes. If it weren't for that, they wouldn't want me, after all," Boynt chuckled awkwardly. "After all, I don't look very strong. ”

"Aren't you a magician, why do you participate in this kind of work," Kidd asked, thinking for a moment. "I heard this seems dangerous, huh?"

"Of course, it's for money, we originally traveled to Fein City, I heard that there is this kind of money-making business, hehe, so I came, who doesn't like gold coins?"

"I see, what do I need to do?" Kidd nodded after a pause.

"Oh, just follow along. With Ered and their protection, in fact, there is no need to think about anything, just an ordinary business fortune. Boente smiled. "If it's okay, we'll leave tomorrow morning. ”

Kidd hesitated and nodded.

However, after a few days, he gradually learned that Boyent's 'worthless' combat power did not seem to be simple.

As a mage, he was able to be accepted by the force-loving Ferns, but he was in a difficult situation at the time. However, this Boent's strength is indeed powerful, and he can use a magic missile, but at that time, he knocked out the front teeth of several provocative second-order swordsmen, and this was recognized.

Bynt explained to Kidd and told him to report to the designated rest area, and then he straightened his turban, and the old god was napping on the ground.

This 'Boente' is, of course, Morey!

"Dragon's Blood Grass, let them lead the way. Morey closed his eyes slightly, watching Glick and the proprietress fighting, but his mind was quietly thinking about things.

Dragon's Blood Grass, that is a holy medicine for mental damage.

Legend has it that it can only grow in the land bathed in dragon blood, but anyone with a little knowledge of pharmacy will know that the so-called dragon blood grass is actually just a dripping saliva when the dragon is sleeping.

It doesn't really need dragon blood, but it's true that it grows in a dragon cave.

The lord obviously didn't know whether the rumors of the dragon's departure were true or not, so he didn't send someone himself, but sent a reward to lure him to explore the way. However, the totem behind it is telling Morefien City that I am afraid it has really attracted immortal birds!

It's not impossible that the dragon will leave, and it's worth a look. It's a big deal, as long as you run faster than others - that's the root of our self-confidence!

"The magic missile is really good, but it's a pity that you have to prepare in advance every time you use it, it's too troublesome!" Morey muttered as he glanced at his fingers.

At this time, the five fingers of his right hand were painted with a silver spherical pattern, which was the magic missile that Morey had learned from the book.

Magic Missile is an entry-level magic in arcane that is simple to learn. In fact, in any aspect, the fire bomb technique is not much weaker than it, but because he can't enter the Bellio space to train at night, Morey can't stand it a little bit. I just found something to do on my own, and by the way, I branded this magic.

Every time this thing is used, you have to repeatedly draw magic symbols on your fingers, and you basically don't have time to replenish it when fighting, which means that you can only use it five times when fighting people. However, the power is still okay, and with the strength of Morey's mental power, the power is almost not weaker than the fire bomb technique.

Of course, the biggest advantage of the magic missile is that if it can be prepared in advance, it will hardly consume when it is used, which is where the real value lies.