After confirming his ability to escape for 24 hours, Zhao Xu continued to take out an octopus tentacle, held the sticky and smooth part tightly, and began to chant a spell at the same time.
"Eva's malicious tentacles"!
In an instant, two black tentacles emerged from his shoulder blades and wrapped around his shoulders. Following the manipulation of Zhao Xu's thoughts, they swung directly within a three-meter range.
The speed and the power of the attack are not much different from those of an ordinary first-level or two-level warrior.
This wheel-level spell, after Zhao Xu's spell lasts for a long time, is equivalent to Zhao Xu having two more threatening tentacle brothers who can knock out the enemy in the next 24 hours.
From then on, he can control his two tentacles to attack enemies while casting spells.
Zhao Xu frowned slightly, but the picture was not very beautiful. He immediately put the two tentacles back on his shoulders and covered them with his cloak.
Unknowingly, he also turned into a strange tentacle monster.
Zhao Xu didn't stop. He immediately followed the same example, took out a dagger from his backpack, and cast another second-level spell—
"Cloud of Blades".
With Zhao Xu's strong grip, the entire dagger instantly shattered into pieces and turned directly into a blade-shaped cloud of air, swirling around Zhao Xu's body.
It was as if there were invisible blades in the air pointing in the direction Zhao Xu was looking.
Zhao Xu stared directly at the sparrow flying on the corner of the courtyard wall. It happened to be within the 9-meter range.
As soon as Zhao Xu thought about it, he was instantly filled with sword energy. He saw that the sparrow, which had braved the cold to look for food, stiffened and fell to the ground freely.
It didn't even know until it died that it had just withstood a terrifying blow with an 18th level attack power.
Cloud of Blades is also a wheel-level spell.
After Zhao Xu lasted for a long time, he was able to gather his sword energy every round to deliver a blow that was like a sharp dagger that could pierce the limit.
Moreover, the attack power of the sword energy dagger condensed by this spell is determined by the sum of his caster level (level 12) and intelligence adjustment value (6).
Both of them, Zhao Xu, are the top beings among players, so they stack up a full 18th level of attacks, making it impossible for ordinary people to resist.
If an ordinary person was hit by his sword energy like this, it would be no different than a dagger piercing the heart. They would fall to the ground and faint on the spot.
After the next two spells, Zhao Xu was equivalent to gaining two attack methods, far and near.
Even if he runs out of spell slots next, he can still survive in low-end battles with two tentacle attacks and one sword attack per round.
He used a second-level spell and a third-level spell in exchange for a special attack ability that could last for 24 hours, making up for the last shortcoming of insufficient battery life after his spell slots were exhausted.
After thinking about this, Zhao Xu directly kicked off his legs, walked in the air, walked out of Mrs. Betty's house, and walked back into the busy city of Shuanglu Town.
Recently, Frost Dew Town has become like the source of its name. Frost flowers have begun to appear on the abundant bay leaf trees from the original condensation.
However, the market in the small town is still full of ordinary people trying to make a living, selling mountain products or handicrafts wrapped in light cotton-padded clothes.
Everyone was trying to sell the remaining items before the cold night came, shouting loudly at dusk.
Frost Dew Town itself is not the player's place of origin. At this time, Zhao Xu only encountered a few waves of players who came here to do tasks.
"This cold weather is too cold." A white-haired warrior stood in front of a luxuriously decorated trading house and said shivering.
"Are you 16 years old with such a cold constitution?" the dwarf poet on the side sneered. He was about one meter tall, with dark brown skin under his blond hair. With the small harp hanging on his chest, he looked a bit funny.
"Damn it, I only wear less because of my 16 constitution. It's not like you just wrap yourself up like a hedgehog." The white-haired soldier mocked, "I have to go to Mystra after escorting the employer. Buy a cardigan and add it.”
"Hey, when do you think we players can openly enter this kind of auction and spend a lot of money?" Another halfling wanderer on the side also complained, but his eyes kept wandering around the prey on the street.
"Don't think about it. I heard that several well-known players' unions in Mystra secretly sent people over, but I didn't see any of them, so I don't know if it's true or not." said the dwarf poet.
The four members of their team were discussing together.
After hearing the topic, Zhao Xu didn't expect such a coincidence. These four players also escorted their employer to tonight's auction.
Especially among the seven races that players can initially choose from, he actually encountered two of the three dwarfs: "halflings", "dwarfs" and "dwarfs" at once, which made him couldn't help but slow down and observe.
Compared with humans who live chaotically and have no fixed place, most other races have fixed residences. Even elves and dwarves have established huge countries and have their own professional training systems.
Therefore, Zhao Xu and the others rarely see creatures of other races in human towns.
Zhao Xu could only rely on the other party's few words to judge that the number of people at tonight's auction would probably exceed his imagination.
However, he didn't hesitate any longer. He put on his "organ goggles" and walked to the temporary stall to "hunt for treasures."
The halfling wanderer stood in the shadow corner, watching Zhao Xu pass by a few of them, until he walked to the stall not far away, his eyes constantly sizing up.
"Hey, don't cause trouble, the employer is still inside." The white-haired warrior couldn't help but warn as he looked at his halfling teammate who was about to make a move.
Fights caused by players abusing the "Sleight of Hand" skill basically happened every day. It wasn't until the Mystra Guard Hall locked up a wave of rogue players and sent them to jail that this unhealthy trend was somewhat suppressed.
"Don't worry, it will be quick. Although the other party looks very simple in his robe, but those gold-plated brass goggles, I think they are definitely not ordinary things." This man has made some achievements in kung fu and craftsmanship (alchemy). The wanderer licked the corners of his mouth, showing an excited expression.
"I'll be back soon. If you think about it, even the most insignificant glasses can be magic items. There are so many real magic equipment on your body, especially that cane. I doubt it's worth a lot."
Hearing what he said, the dwarf poet, whose skill was "valuation", also pondered for a while, constantly recalling the figure that the other party had just walked past.
When ordinary people want to evaluate whether the items in their hands are magic items, they can also rely on "detection magic" or even "appraisal magic" to identify them.
However, for some items that are suspected of being "antique treasures", to judge whether they are fancy handicrafts or precious works of art worthy of heirloom, most people will seek advice from poets or wanderers who have "valued" their own skills and have specially upgraded their levels.
After thinking for a while, the dwarf poet said, "That priest's robe is probably not a mortal thing. The density of the needlework even exceeds the current level of craftsmanship."
The halfling wanderer next to him was even more excited when he heard this, "Wearing a sacrificial robe and no armor, he looks like a fat sheep. I am afraid he is from a noble family and was sent to the church to serve the gods."
"Don't be embarrassed. Wait a minute." The white-haired warrior always felt that the priest had an invisible murderous intention, so he quickly warned the halfling.
"Come on, I only dare to attack the kind priest of the goddess. If I'm found out, I'll just be punished." The halfling wanderer looked back on the goddess priests he had stolen before and said proudly.
If their players have mastered the "sleight of hand" ability, but they don't use it well, then what are they called players
As he spoke, he lowered his footsteps and lurked over quietly.
Because of their short stature, halflings are naturally nimble and difficult to fall, and are very athletic. Compared with human players who can dominate the world with just one talent, expertise and bonus skill points, they have bonuses in other aspects.
The level 2 racial bonus of his "stealth" skill alone makes his usual "stealth" skill even more silent.
At this time, Zhao Xu was holding up a bronze statue and looking at it. He once found a half-damaged bronze griffin statue in the stall of his friend Shen Nian in his previous life, and picked it out to give to him.
However, in Shuanglu Town, which is close to Mystra, Zhao Xu took a cursory glance and felt that he should give up the idea of picking up leaks.
He might as well think about going to a nearby business bank to prepare a deposit for tonight.
Although the market price of a +6 intelligence headscarf was only thirty-six thousand gold coins, he could still afford the mere three thousand six gold coins he bid for, but he couldn't predict the final price.
Suddenly, the tentacles hidden on Zhao Xu's back twisted.
He turned his head directly and found in front of him a halfling who was about the same height as him. His face was ruddy and his eyes were brown. He had long sideburns but no beard.
"Mr. Priest, suddenly I'm a little confused about the goddess's teachings, and I just wanted to come over and ask you for advice." The halfling rogue only wore the weakest leather armor for flexibility, and also had a thin sword and a dagger on his waist. .
While he said this with a playful smile, he couldn't help but glance at his dagger, secretly thinking about how to deal with the conflict later. But this was the worst-case scenario. He was sure that the pastor would not vent excessively.
Kindness can be bullied, he has already figured this out.
The wanderer was standing in the shadow corner just now, so Zhao Xu glanced at him and passed by. Unexpectedly, he became the opponent's prey.
Zhao Xu chuckled and said, "The goddess has a teaching that it is forbidden to steal."
As he spoke, he patted the halfling's shoulder lightly and said, "A little warning."
Then Zhao Xu gently zipped up the side pocket of his backpack, stood up and walked to another store.
The three people in the distance had been watching the situation here. When they saw the priest suddenly getting up, they thought there was a battle. They were holding on to their weapons, but they found that the other party left directly.
But their halfling teammates stood silently.
"It's a bit weird, let's go and take a look." The white-haired warrior felt something was wrong, so he directly carried the giant sword on his back and walked over with his two other teammates.
"What's wrong, Dwarf?" Seeing that the wanderer was still motionless, the white-haired warrior mocked.
I saw this halfling wanderer turning around stiffly, "He just looked at me like this after he said that. It scared me to death. It was the kind of murderous aura that had really killed people. I'll go, this should be done." He can’t be an evil priest.”
"Then why were you motionless just now?" the dwarf poet said angrily, "I thought you were dead."
"That's what's scary. You know, two tentacles just wrapped around me and tied my feet. It scared me to death." The halfling wanderer said nervously.
At this time, he looked excited, and suddenly a tiny wound less than half a finger long burst out on his face, bleeding from it.
When the three of them saw this scene, they couldn't help but feel numb in their backs. After a while, the white-haired warrior gritted his teeth and said, "Fool, please wipe your face quickly."
At this time, the halfling touched his face and realized that his face had been stabbed silently.
It's just as thin as a cicada's wings, so slight that it's hard to feel that the wound has only opened now.
This is the other party's little warning.
"It's really dangerous. This Arthur has invisible sword energy. If he misses a few points, my throat will be cut." The wanderer said with lingering fear.
"Yeah, if you succeeded just now, I will come here to collect your body after your throat was cut. The priest is kind and can bully your sister. Who knows if he is an evil priest? Do you want the four of us to turn into zombies and jump behind each other? Jumping?"
"You should stop jumping these days. This shabby town is full of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. I estimate that the other party is at least level 10 or above. He can educate you silently without having to cast spells." Ban, who had not spoken at this time, said the elf ranger.
After listening, the four of them all looked in the direction where the priest disappeared, but they all had different thoughts.
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