The other party's words were still polite, and there was even a hint of weakness in their tone, but whether it was the tensed hand muscles, subtle positional movements, or the mage hiding in the crowd, their intentions had been exposed.
Although he didn't hear the chanting of spells, the flow of magic was clearly reflected in his frog eyes. Sherlock didn't say anything else, and threw the wind and thunder shuriken in his hand directly towards the magic light spots in his eyes.
Then he exited the transformation, and the winter snow scepter in the space ring fell into his hands.
These five people did not expect that the other party would dare to take the lead in attacking. What they did not expect was that the obviously deflected wind and thunder shuriken actually caused the magic backfire of the mage.
The ensuing mana riot involved all of them. The damage was not high, but it still caused quite a commotion. By the time they recovered from it, a cold wind had already spread around them.
Almost in the blink of an eye, all five players were frozen.
The chanting time of the dragon language spell is already short, and he has the blessing of level 6 dragon language, coupled with the bonus given by the equipment, this ice mist spell has been formed in less than three seconds, and with the equipment of this group of players,
It will definitely not survive the freeze judgment.
After 10 seconds, the duration of the ice mist spell ended, and the druid and mage died directly in the ice.
As for the remaining three people, after coming out of the frozen state, they were greeted by a streak of yellow lightning. The team was now so densely positioned, which was just suitable for this small-scale, high-damage lightning summoning technique.
The violent lightning element struck the ground, making a loud noise, and took away the three tribulation evaders below.
Sherlock finally experienced the pleasure of using spells to kill others. This was a completely different experience than using a scimitar or a shuriken to chop them one by one.
I picked it up casually and found that it was all blank equipment. Only the cute mage girl broke out a high-quality hat. This is probably the norm for ordinary players.
After clearing away the obstructionists, he tied up Mirlu again, but the NPC's state was a bit wrong. Not only was the excitement and excitement when they met just now gone, it was replaced by deep loss and resentment.
"Mil, I've already paid back the money for the last drink, so there's no need to look like this." Sherlock wanted to make a joke to lighten the atmosphere, but he overestimated his emotional intelligence, and even he realized the joke.
It's a bit cold.
Fortunately, Mirlu didn't seem to be listening to him. She didn't know what she was thinking in her heart. The expression on her face kept changing. Finally, she looked at Sherlock with a sinister expression and said, "Send me to Lost Soul Mountain, okay?"
This look was one of such extreme and pure lust and hatred that Sherlock had never seen on any normal person. It was definitely not what he thought the tavern waiter would show.
"Okay, but can you tell me why you want to go there?" he asked tentatively.
Mir Lu, an NPC, knew that he must have a mission from the first time he met him, so after taking the elixir, his subconscious mind made him make that outrageous move, with the intention of attracting the other party's attention and deepening the relationship between the two parties.
emotion.
Although the subsequent invitation to the dance was an accident, the goodwill between the two has reached a basic point since then.
And it was at that dance that Sherlock discovered something strange about the other party, the increase in control over the wind element, and the sudden change in temperament. This change undoubtedly indicated that this hidden quest line was about to be triggered.
Based on the goodwill between the two at the time, if it hadn't taken him too much time to explore the dwarf castle, he would definitely have been the first priority for this task.
Although there was an accident in the process, the result did not change much. He still had the opportunity to take on this task, but this Mirulu was not just a simple NPC to him. There were some things he still wanted to ask clearly.
"Don't ask too much about what I'm doing, just say I'm sending it off..." Milu's dark face was about to explode with the anger he had suppressed for a long time.
It's just that she hasn't eaten anything since being captured by the green-clawed lizards, and then she escaped with those players, and then this series of twists and turns continued. At this moment, her energy and blood were surging, and her anger was attacking her heart. She immediately fainted.
She fell down and at the last moment before falling into coma, what she heard was the sigh of a druid.
"Hey, trouble!"
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When Mirlu woke up again, she found herself in a tavern. Perhaps because of her coma, her mood had calmed down a lot and she had time to observe the surrounding environment.
In terms of facilities, this tavern, not to mention the Yuanxing Tavern where she worked before, is not even comparable to the taverns in villages and towns.
But in such a simple wooden house, more than a dozen tables were filled with people, and all that could be heard were sighs of praise and the sound of chewing.
Before she could figure out what was going on, a unique smell of meat entered her nose and was transmitted to her brain along the olfactory nerves, creating a strong desire to eat.
Glancing at the Druid beside him who was feasting on his meal, Milu subconsciously held the fork on the table.
Probably because the dish was so delicious, the two of them didn't have time to chat until they had finished fighting over the last shredded pork.
At that time, Mirru suddenly fainted. After Sherlock threw away a scroll of reconnaissance skills, seeing that her life was not in any danger, he poured a bottle of stamina potion into her, and then flew to the nearby guild headquarters of Bamboo Story on his Ye Qi.
He originally wanted to find a place to take a rest, but the aroma coming from the pub called "Zhongerju" stopped him in his tracks.
So there was what Mir Lu saw when she woke up.
Last time, I just took a quick look at the scale and layout of this station, and didn't pay much attention to the details inside. Unexpectedly, I almost missed this good place.
You can't experience the deliciousness of delicacies in real life, but it's good to have a full meal in the game. And what's inversely proportional to the taste of the food is that the food in this store is not expensive. Sherlock just ordered four dishes and one soup, and it didn't even cost 100 gold.
Less than.
"Boss, please give me two shots of iced Laislage."
As a tavern, the quality of the food is only secondary, and the wine is the key. He just took a look at the menu, and there is a complete range of wines on it, including even the specialty Lesir Lager from the Lesl Forest east of the Sea of Fallen Stars.
, but the price of this wine is much more expensive, 360 per bottle.
As soon as Sherlock finished speaking, a hearty laugh came from behind, and before he could turn around, an arm was wrapped around his neck.
"Lao Xia, drinking wine like Laislage is so boring. It's been a long time since we last seen each other. Let's drink this barrel of rye first."
