Chapter five hundred and thirty fourth smooth work
Standing in the shadow of the street.
Ronald witnessed the impact of Baprol's identity with his own eyes.
Not to mention fighting with this cult warlock, the guy who came to talk to the house as a representative did not even have the idea of resisting.
After the initial shock and tension, he kept responding to Baprol timidly, and the word "no" popped out of his mouth.
At this moment, Ronald felt an incongruous sense of incongruity.
He learned about the situation of this group of people while walking on the road.
They dared to come to Springs to cause trouble, and even secretly planned to find trouble for Queen Dantrian. As a result, Baprol came to the door and they were no longer brave.
This...is quite similar to the keyboard warrior.
They all talk one by one, and a lot of plans will pop up when they slapped their butts. But as long as someone comes to the door in reality, they will be more cowardly.
After a quarter of an hour.
The negotiations in Baprol came to an end.
He even cursed the four people in the room one by one to make sure they would definitely leave Springs honestly.
When he brought Ronald in front of him, the cult warlock was naturally extremely proud:
"How is it? Then the first one will be done."
"I'll just say that I'm still quite confident in my negotiation skills."
“…”
Ronald squeezed a smile on his face and said nothing:
"It's indeed a negotiation method that I haven't seen before, it's really amazing."
Baprol nodded with satisfaction:
"Let's go, continue with the next one!"
“…”
Tonight's route is to move around the city clockwise.
After the first fence-skinned caster was resolved, Ronald and Baprol's actions were smooth sailing, and there was no direct conflict between the two companies in the future, and they were properly handled by just "dialogue".
Only at the third company, the other party seemed to have a special source of information.
Compared to the identity of the warlock leader of the cult of Baprol, they were more afraid of Ronald's existence. Regarding this, Baprol cared about it and asked him a lot of time before unexpectedly learning about Ronald's performance of lightning control ability.
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So on the way to the fourth caster's stronghold, Baprol cared very much and spoke deliberately:
"Ronald, can you show me?"
"Is it your spell that can attract lightning?"
“…”
Ronald's mouth twitched.
This guy Baproul really didn't treat him as an outsider, and he could even ask for information like this kind of trump card.
Since getting "The God of Rain and Mist", Ronald has always been concerned with protecting the original spell information. After all, the element of "Rain Day" is really a bit troublesome.
Ronald had thought of getting some related spells into his hands.
A spell that can change the weather... This thing is rare, powerful, and has great characteristics. It is extremely difficult to get it on your own.
Moreover, such deliberate actions are equivalent to exposing the casting restrictions of "The Rain and Mist" in the eyes of those who are interested, and are also extremely dangerous behaviors in themselves.
So Ronald put aside the relevant plans.
After all, landmines that cannot figure out their location are more threatening than those of the enemy on the surface.
Faced with Baprol's inquiry, he naturally refused:
"This is my trump card, so there is no reason to use it casually."
The cult warlock continued carefully:
"Just use it, it won't work for me to take a look?"
Ronald's voice rises:
"no!"
Baproul's voice is lowered:
"All right……"
The dialogue ended here, and Baprol rarely understood Ronald's mood.
The cult warlock was silent for more than half an hour, and it was not until they arrived at the fourth caster's position that the cult warlock spoke again:
"This family is from the Northern Glacier Research Association."
"There are all dead soldiers trained by this organization. If they don't kill them, they should not be able to deal with it."
Ronald lowered his head slightly, and the black mist of hell in his hand was already entangled:
"So-I'll do it?"
Baproul smiled and took a step back:
"Then I'll wait and see."
Two sentences set the tone of the battle. Ronald glanced at the house in front of him, and his first reaction was to adjust the reconnaissance of the "furious" power. The three death soldiers sent by the Northern Glacier Research Association were all in it at this moment.
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And it's different from normal humans.
Although these three guys are sober, their mood fluctuations are obviously very low, and they are even close to the level of abnormal development.
"There is no hope for negotiating with such a person."
With a low voice, Ronald waved his hand at the house, and the mist made up of "rape" and "fury" instantly turned into a straight line and drilled directly into a gap in the window of the house.
Click—
At the first moment, the caster closest to the window was directly hit by the fog.
Without exception, all possibilities for activities were taken away.
It’s a pity that the other two are far away, so the situation is different.
When they noticed that their companions were instantly inactive, they naturally would not remain indifferent as death soldiers. The semi-triggered spell was actively activated, and a thin and hard ice layer covered the surface of the two people.
Next, the black fog surged, and it was naturally hindered by this layer of ice.
In the dark room, two strictly trained casters were sure that they would not lose their ability to move immediately, and the next second reaction was to exchange eyes.
"Someone raids!"
"I'll play the striker, you'll be the rear of the palace."
The formations of one front and one back were formed instantly, and the two men who had been tempered broke out from the front of the house and even began to prepare new spells to deal with the enemy.
It's a pity...
The moment he left the house, the mantra Ronald recited had just ended:
"The greatest improvement in labor productivity and the greater proficiency, skills and judgment shown in the use of labor seem to be the result of division of labor..."
The invisible hand suddenly came.
Even though this spell was the most reliable time for only a moment, it was enough to tear the ice on the two of them into the gap.
Then two tangled mists touched the body.
With just two "slap" sounds, these two dead soldiers followed in the footsteps of their companions.
Seeing Ronald easily solve the enemy with a look, Baprol walked upwards and sighed from the heart:
"Awesome, Ronald, you are really super awesome!"
"I want to solve these three dead soldiers safely, and it will probably take ten seconds to complete it. You can handle it directly after just one meeting. It's a bit amazing, right?"
As he finished speaking, Baproul walked to the two dead soldiers.
He simply squatted down and inserted his magic-covered palm down.
Puff—
After a sound that is not like a physical body can make.
The cult warlock's palm easily penetrated into the two of them and then crushed their hearts.
At this time, Baprol turned around and smiled brightly at Ronald: