Chapter 383

Zhao Xu's words immediately let everyone into deep thinking.

Although Zhao Xu has seen the death spell before, he can even use it with his staff.

But these are still too far away from ordinary low-level adventurers.

Those who really suffer will not have a chance to stand here.

Because as long as the fortitude immunity does not survive the death spell, and there is no "anti death border" immune means, then the general civilian in the case of no magic resistance, is basically a proper death.

It's just that the number of rings of the death spell itself is too high to create a great reputation among the civilians.

So we didn't respond to this possibility at the beginning.

That's death. It's too far from them.

So is the mage. When the mage reaches the stage where he can cast the finger of death, the spell can no longer make them able to deal with the enemies at that stage.

After mentioning a word, Zhao Xu has already stepped forward and walked directly to the tent where the corpse is stored.

Wei Wei An is guarding behind him. Facing this girl with extraordinary fighting power, many people don't have the thought of fighting.

After seeing Zhao Xu enter the tent, the rest of the adventurers could not help but follow him.

After half a day of silent communication, we also vaguely determined one thing.

That is Zhao Xu and the bodyguard beside him. Neither of them is a native of Lucca.

According to the probationary priest's conjecture, the charming woman who successfully killed the rogue who charged for protection with a very delicate sword was likely to be a paladin.

Because the sword that dispels the evil is to break the evil!

Paladins rarely bow down for five bowls of rice. Unless they are in accordance with their beliefs and beliefs in their hearts, they rarely accept tasks from the outside world.

Naturally, everyone immediately guessed that the man who could be protected by a paladin might be the high priest of the temple.

Combined with the recent migration storm, several keen players even made bold judgments.

The man in front of him is likely to be a middle and high-ranking clergy who went to the Northern League.

Now, following them in the fog, it is natural to protect the people.

This thought also means that the place around the priest is the safest place.

When Zhao Xu entered the tent, which was not spacious, about the size of a single room dormitory, he found that a group of players immediately followed in, just like a follower.

However, Zhao Xu didn't care. He went straight to the dead bard. Even if he moved to the Northern League, he still wore a gorgeous dress instead of the inlaid leather armor that poets and adventurers often wear.

At this time, the poet's eyes were wide open, the pupil had been enlarged, cold and rigid, obviously unable to believe that he would suddenly die like this.

"Vivian, have you ever met a bard?" Zhao Xu asked.

Vivian shook her head.

The people behind him knew that the name of this beautiful Samurai lady was Vivian.

But they tried hard to recall that there was such a woman Paladin named Vivian in the nearby city.

The other side's appearance and posture are so excellent that they can't have heard of it.

"Bards roam around, collecting local legends, and then spreading them. They use music as a magic medium to make the audience happy or sad."

Speaking of this, Zhao Xu's voice pauses and looks at the traces of the corpse.

He glanced at another player poet in the room.

Because of their own singing, poets are easier to cast magic, and they are much easier to complete vocational training than mages and priests. Therefore, poets have become popular players recently.

It's just that bards are easy at level 1 and difficult at level 2.

Players already know that fighting monsters is not the only way to upgrade. Many bards have hit countless goblins, and they are all about to get the title of goblin killer. They still can't feel the coming of level 2.

Finally, forced to choose part-time other occupation promotion detour route.

"Sir, can you say more about the poet's content?"

At this time, standing in the corner, and the dead accompanied by another group of poet players, the whole person seems to be confused, as if by a huge blow.

But his eyes were very bright, as if he had caught the road ahead.

For a moment, others around were surprised to see the inexplicable dialogue between them.

Hearing this, Zhao Xu knew that he was not showing himself to the blind.

Before that, he paid attention to the problem that poets are difficult to break through in this respect.

It's just that he hasn't done too much in other professions recently, and he just took this opportunity to spread the secret.

These Arthur adventurers that Luca City heard were not poets themselves, and they were not poets, and they did not have proper communication channels.But that poet player is not the same, let alone he also has the Forum Network these tools.

At this time, other players, looking at the same player's poet, looked as if they were paying homage to the mysterious man, and they all realized that something extraordinary was happening in front of them.

"Poets need to face all kinds of people." Zhao Xu continued to talk about the legend. In the library, he saw the contents of the biography written by the God of the poet.

"So they often work as diplomats, coordinators, communicators, Scouts or spies."

In a few words, Zhao Xu has already described what kind of career he should be engaged in and what he should do at ordinary times.

He also noticed that other players, who were not poets, were listening in silence.

"What does that mean?" A barbarian who didn't understand the situation was confused.

Others immediately pulled the hide under him, "don't talk much, it's teaching and preaching."

"If the poet decides to take part in the turmoil in Luca, what should he do?" The poet player immediately asks.

As soon as Zhao Xu heard this, he directly replied, "the magic of a poet comes from his heart, so he needs to follow his inner choice. Good poets can bring hope and courage to the unfortunate, and use magic to fight against the treacherous schemes of villains. Even in the face of tyrants, they will resist tyranny and inspire the persecuted in the process of escape. "

As for the evil clergyman's manipulation of the people's minds and confusing the audience to receive contributions, Zhao Xu does not intend to say more.

"May I ask your name?" At this time, the poet player standing in the corner bowed and bowed to Zhao Xu.

He already knew that many poet players must find the way to break through the barriers because of the other party's words.

"It's not what I said, it's didaranl." Zhao Xu said lightly.

This name also clang when people dizzy, a time all fell into silence.

Didaranl is the God of poets and music.

They don't call them by their names as Zhao Xu does.

Without waiting for everyone's exclamation, Zhao Xu has raised his hand to cast a spell -

a "dead talk" spell that used to take 10 minutes to cast was instantly compressed into a round of time by Zhao Xu's versatile casters.

Originally has already died, starts the cold corpse, slowly recovers the vitality.

So the dead bard sat up abruptly.

"Fake corpse?"

This change, the moment scared a few timid girls.

Several people present have just participated in the private autopsy. They are very sure that the body is dead.

"No, but it's not necromancy. Turn it into an immortal?" Other casters lamented.

"Don't talk nonsense. It's" talking to the dead. "It's a three ring magic

The middle-aged soldier who started the autopsy immediately corrected.

He, who had worked for the temple, had seen it.

At this time, everyone did not dare to disturb Zhao Xu. They all looked at the soldier and waited for his answer.

"This spell can temporarily restore a corpse a little life and intelligence so that it can answer questions."

"This is a powerful spell. It just restores consciousness to the body of a corpse, so even if the soul dissipates, it can work."

At this time, Zhao Xu asked the poet who was "awake".

At the same time, the dead poet said dryly, "I don't know..."

"I just began to doze off, and suddenly the whole person was so confused, and then I lost my life."

The poet's words, therefore, are not clear, which is in sharp contrast to his eloquence.

Zhao Xu is also reluctantly distinguish for a while to know what to say.

However, when they saw Zhao Xu perform such a magical magic, they thought that they could catch the truth and were full of expectation.

Who ever thought that everything was still so obscure.

The body then continued to say, "I only remember the last moment I lost consciousness, as if I saw a mysterious pattern."

"Thunder strikes the ground, water rolls fire."

The pattern of the mysterious cemetery!

It's also the clue of notebook!

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