Zhao Xu's words immediately made everyone think deeply.
Although Zhao Xu had seen instant death spells before, he was even able to cast instant death spells with the help of his staff.
But after all, these are still too far away from ordinary low-level adventurers.
Those who really get hit will not have the chance to stand here.
Because as long as the Fortitude save does not survive the instant death spell, and there is no immunity method such as "anti-death barrier", then ordinary civilians will basically die without spell resistance.
It's just that the level of the instant death spell itself is too high, so it hasn't become famous among civilians.
So everyone didn’t react to this possibility at first.
The instant death spell is too far away from them.
The same is true for mages. By the time mages reach the stage where they can cast Finger of Death, this spell will no longer allow them to deal with enemies at that stage.
After saying something, Zhao Xu had already taken steps and walked directly towards the tent where the corpse was parked.
Vivian was guarding behind him. Facing this girl with extraordinary combat power, many people had no intention of fighting.
After seeing Zhao Xu entering the tent, the remaining adventurers who felt they had some status couldn't help but follow him.
After a long time of silent communication, everyone was vaguely certain of one thing.
That is, Zhao Xu and the bodyguard beside him are not locals of Lucca City.
According to the trainee priest's speculation, the charming woman who successfully killed the wanderer who collected the protection fee with an extremely exquisite sword was most likely a paladin.
Because the sword that destroys evil is most likely the sword that destroys evil!
Paladins rarely give up for five buckets of rice, and they rarely accept tasks from the outside unless they are in line with their faith and inner beliefs.
Naturally, everyone immediately guessed that the man who could be protected by a paladin was probably the senior priest of the temple.
Combined with the recent migration and escape crisis, several keen players even made bold judgments.
The man in front of him was probably a middle-to-high-level cleric who went to serve in the Northern Alliance.
Now following their group forward in this fog, it is natural to protect everyone.
Thinking this way, it also means that the place next to the pastor is the safest position.
When Zhao Xu entered the tent, which was not spacious and was about the size of a single-room dormitory, he found that another group of players followed them in, like followers.
However, Zhao Xu didn't care. He walked straight to the dead bard. Even though the bard had migrated to the Northern Alliance, he was still wearing a luxurious dress instead of the inlaid leather armor common among poet adventurers.
At this time, the poet's eyes were wide open, his pupils were dilated, cold and stiff, and he obviously couldn't believe that he would die so suddenly.
"Vivian, have you ever come into contact with bards?" Zhao Xu asked.
Vivian shook her head.
Only then did everyone behind him know that this beautiful paladin lady was named Vivian.
But when they tried to think back, they couldn't remember that there was such a female paladin named Vivian in a nearby city.
The other party's appearance and posture were so outstanding, so logically speaking, they couldn't have heard of him.
"Bards wander around, collecting local legends and telling them. They use music as a medium of magic to make their listeners happy or sad."
At this point, Zhao Xu paused and looked at the traces of the corpse.
He glanced at the other player poet in the room.
Because poets can sing and are more likely to perform magic, they are far easier to complete professional training than mages and priests, so they have often become a popular choice among players recently.
It's just that level 1 bard is easy, but level 2 is difficult.
Players already know that killing monsters is not the only way to level up. Many bards have beaten countless goblins and almost got the title of goblin killer, but they still cannot feel the arrival of level 2.
In the end, I had no choice but to take the roundabout route of part-time job promotion in other professions.
"Sir, can you tell me a few more words about the poet?"
At this time, another group of poet players who were standing in the corner, accompanied by the deceased, seemed to be in a state of confusion, as if they had received a huge blow.
But his eyes were very bright at this time, as if he had grasped the road ahead.
For a moment, everyone else around looked at the inexplicable dialogue between the two in surprise.
When Zhao Xu heard this, he also knew that he was not showing off to the blind.
He had previously noticed on the forum that it was difficult for poets to break through this issue.
It's just that he hasn't been performing too much in other professions recently, so he just took this time to spread the 'secret'.
These Arthur adventurers heard in Lucca City were not poets themselves and were not deeply touched. At the same time, they were not poets and did not have suitable communication channels.
But the poet player is different, not to mention that he also has tools such as forums and networks.
At this time, other players, looking at the poet who was also a player, looked as if they were worshiping the mysterious man, and they all realized that something extremely unusual was happening in front of them.
"Poets need to face all kinds of people." Zhao Xu continued to talk about the contents recorded in the biography written by the god of poets in the legendary library.
"So they often work as diplomats, coordinators, couriers, scouts or spies."
In just a few sentences, Zhao Xu has briefly described what career a poet should pursue to upgrade and what he should do in daily life.
He also noticed that other players who were not poets were also silently paying attention.
"What does this mean?" A barbarian who didn't understand the situation was confused.
Others immediately tugged at the animal skin beneath him and said, "Don't talk too much. This is teaching and preaching."
"If the poet decides to participate in the turmoil in Lucca City, what should he do?" the poet player immediately asked.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Xu replied directly, "Poet's magic comes from the heart, so you need to follow your heart's choice. Kind poets can bring hope and courage to the unfortunate, and use magic to fight against the villain's schemes. Even in the face of tyrants, they will Resisting tyranny and inspiring the oppressed in their escape.”
As for the evil poet who manipulates people's hearts and confuses the audience to collect donations, Zhao Xu does not intend to say more.
"May I ask your name, sir?" At this time, the poet player standing in the corner stood with his whole body bowed and bowed towards Zhao Xu.
He already knew that many poet players must have found a way to break through the barriers because of what the other party said.
"That's not what I said, it was Didalan'er who said it." Zhao Xu said lightly.
The name also made everyone dizzy, and they all fell into silence for a while.
Didalan, the god of poets and music.
They don't dare to call him by his name like Zhao Xu.
Without waiting for everyone to sigh, Zhao Xu had already raised his hand to cast the spell—
A "Conversation with the Dead" spell that originally took 10 minutes to cast was instantly compressed into one round by Zhao Xu's expertise as a multi-talented spellcaster.
The body that was already dead and cold slowly regained its vitality.
Just like that, the dead bard suddenly sat up.
"Fake corpse?"
This strange movement instantly frightened several timid girls.
Several people present had just participated in this man's autopsy, and they were very sure that the body was completely dead.
"No, but it's not like necromancy magic, can it be transformed into undead creatures?" Other casters sighed with emotion.
"Don't talk nonsense, this is 'Conversation with the Dead', a three-ring magic."
The middle-aged soldier who initially conducted the autopsy immediately corrected him.
Having worked for the temple, he had also seen this kind of magic.
At this time, no one dared to disturb Zhao Xu. They all focused on the soldier, waiting for his answer.
"This spell can temporarily restore a small amount of life and intelligence to a corpse, allowing it to answer questions."
"The power of this spell is that it only restores fragments of consciousness to the corpse's body, so even if the soul dissipates, this spell can still work."
At this time, Zhao Xu also asked the "awakened" poet.
The dead poet also answered dryly at this moment: "I don't know..."
"After I started to doze off, I suddenly became confused and lost my life."
The poet's words are unclear, which is in sharp contrast to his eloquence during his lifetime.
Zhao Xu also barely understood what he was talking about after a while.
When everyone saw Zhao Xu cast such a magical spell, they thought they could capture the truth and were full of expectations.
Who would have thought that everything would still be so unclear.
The corpse continued to speak at this time, "I only remember that the last moment I lost consciousness, I seemed to see a mysterious pattern."
"Thunder strikes the ground, and water rolls into flames."
That mysterious cemetery pattern!
It’s also where the clues to the notebook lie!
(End of chapter)