"I'm not telling a joke." Roland sighed: "This thing is really just talking to us about wallet issues."
As he spoke, the translucent ghost climbed out of the tomb and stood three meters in front of the two of them, howling and walking slowly towards them. As he got closer, he could see more clearly that there was no emotion at all in this thing's eyes, only a killing intent that seemed to treat them as food.
The two continued to retreat. Beta waved the long sword in his hand and pulled out sword flowers. He swallowed and asked: "This thing looks a bit eye-catching. Brother Luolan, do you have any experience with things like meetings?" ?”
"How is it possible?" Roland said helplessly: "Before this, I had only seen Falcon's soul form. I can't take action against Falcon."
"Brother Roland, then come up with a battle plan." Beta did not retreat anymore, but stood in front of Roland: "It's best to hurry up."
Suddenly, a transparent spear appeared in the ghost's hand. Seeing this situation, both the malice and actual actions of the other party showed that they were not easy to mess with. Roland knew that he could no longer retreat. Who knew if this ghost had any special abilities? After all, in legends, ghosts are all Relatively powerful.
"I'll try to control him first." Roland took out the magic wand from his backpack and said quickly: "You jump up now."
Beta didn't know why, but he still jumped high as he was told. As a half-soldier, his jump was at least two meters high.
The moment Beta jumped up, Roland's magic wand pointed downwards.
Ice ring technique!
Cast the spell silently.
Ice ring spell is Roland's third most proficient spell, and he can already cast it silently with ease.
The white ice ring stuck to the ground and spread around. Beta was in mid-air and saw a layer of frost appearing wherever the ice ring passed.
The ghost seemed to have no IQ. He slowly walked towards the two of them, and was swept away by the ice ring. His feet were immediately frozen, and then struggled in place, making a strange and unconscious roar.
Not only is it unpleasant to listen to, it's also quite harsh.
Roland had the urge to cover his ears.
Beta fell from the sky and saw that the ghost was under control, and said with great joy: "Brother Luolan did a good job, it's up to me next, rush~~!!!"
With a strange swish sound, Beta turned into an afterimage and hit the ghost with his sword, but the ground was already smooth ice. When he just activated his charging skill, he already lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground.
Then he curled up and rolled on the ice, like a fast-moving bowling ball with an afterimage, crashing into the ghost that was roaring and struggling on the spot.
Roland was stunned. He watched blankly as Beta spun and hit the ghost, then rushed through the ghost's legs and rolled into the tomb in front with a scream.
This... is not my fault.
Roland was stunned for a moment, then reacted and instantly fired a small self-destructing fireball towards the ghost.
This time Roland only added a small amount of magic power, and the small self-destructing fireball exploded three meters in front, directly tearing the ghost into pieces.
The flames even melted the ice on the ground ahead into water.
The enemy was gone, but Roland was still very vigilant. After all, in many stories, novels, or movies and TV series, ghosts have the ability to be reborn.
He was afraid that as soon as he relaxed, the ghost would suddenly appear and give him a try.
But after waiting for a while, there was no trace of the ghost, and the cool breath in the air was slowly disappearing.
The ghost did not wait, but Beta climbed out of the tomb.
He looked quite embarrassed, his green and black aristocratic attire was covered with dust, and there were a few spots on his face. When Roland saw this, he almost laughed out loud.
"Brother Luolan, where is the ghost?" Beta stood up and looked around cautiously.
Roland looked around and said: "It must have been blown up by the small fireball. It seems to be quite weak."
Beta breathed a sigh of relief, put the long sword back into the system backpack, and said: "It should be similar to a wild monster, but it seems to be immune to physical attacks. When I rolled past his body, I actually scratched it with the sword He had both feet, but the blade of the sword passed through it, just like passing through a phantom, without any sense of hindrance."
Roland nodded: "Well, just like other games, ghost monsters are afraid of magic attacks."
"Then next time I will use dragon flame breath to burn these things." Beta's expression was a little unhappy: "If I had known better, I wouldn't have saved the magic times. I fell into the tomb just now, and I even had hallucinations."
Hearing this, and thinking about Beta screaming and rolling away like a bowling ball just now, he almost laughed out loud.
Seeing Roland's suppressed laughter expression, Beta said angrily: "Laugh if you want, brother Roland, did you mean it just now?"
Absolutely not! Roland flatly denied it.
"Forget it." Beta looked at Roland with a salty look, and then said: "Let's divide these coins. I think the ghost who disappeared just now will not talk to us about the wallet issue again."
Roland fully agreed with this statement.
After putting his share of coins into the system backpack, Roland used the mage to fill the surrounding soil back into the tomb.
Then the two of them walked carefully through the ice that had not yet melted and returned to the road.
At this time, the sky was completely dark, the moon was covered by dark clouds, there was no light in the mountains and forests, and I couldn't see my fingers.
Fortunately, Roland knew the light ball technique. Two small light balls were not enough, so he got four out, one on the front, one on the left, one on the left, and one on each side, illuminating their surroundings.
The night is dominated by nocturnal animals, and some of them are ferocious carnivores.
Most nocturnal animals are afraid of too bright light. When the two of them were walking on the mountain road, from time to time, pairs of green eyes would pass through the woods near them with a low roar.
After a few times, Beta said: "It's a pack of wolves, very fast and agile."
Roland looked at the dark surroundings and was a little surprised: "Can you see it?"
"I am a Dragon Vein Warlock, providing a dark vision correction of 2." Beta explained: "I can see about a range of about fifty meters."
Roland clicked his tongue: "You, a god-born aristocrat, have too many practical initial talents."
"Brother Luolan, what talent did you choose as a mage?" Beta asked curiously.
"Two, exempt from casting materials and magic control." Roland explained: "The first one you will know what it means just by listening to the name. Magic control can improve the precise control of magic elements... But the strange thing is that magic control is me Fixed talents that cannot be replaced. Essentially, I can only choose an initial talent."
Beta was stunned for a moment: "All ordinary professions are free to choose two initial talents."
"So I don't know what's going on. So I have always suspected that my ability to inject a lot of magic into a formed magic may be related to this talent." Roland shrugged: "There are too many things in this game. … arrive."
The two of them were chatting and walking, and before they knew it, they were out of the forest.
Ahead is a plain.
On the horizon, there is a faint spot of light shaking.
That is the visual effect produced when a large number of torches on the city wall are blown by the wind. It is an illusion.
Delbon City!