Netheril’s Brilliance

The secondary injury technique is to make a large number of small and sharp etheric energy blades vibrate at high frequency at the microscopic level of molecular size, thereby greatly enhancing their sharpness. Tens of thousands of such blades instantly jump to In the designated area, all objects within the entire 70 cm diameter area will be cut without distinction between the inside and outside at the same time, so as to output huge damage in an instant. Defensive means to intercept) such an attack is enough to deal with an ogre who has never thought of evading or defending from the beginning to the end.

I saw that the ogre had just sprinted for three or four steps, and the damage ball in Punk's hand had just disappeared, and the overall brightness of a small area where the ogre's head was located suddenly dimmed, as if it was blocked by something and created a shadow Similarly, although it was only for a short moment, it just meant that the ogre ate the secondary damage spell without defense.

But the ogre still used up the last bit of strength, relying on the instinct of the flesh to throw the big wooden club at Punk fiercely.

I saw the big wooden stick whizzing towards Punk, and the wormwood on the ground swept by the wooden stick at a height of one meter was overwhelmed by the strong wind to both sides.

When he saw the sign of the ogre throwing a wooden stick, Punk did not hesitate to activate the apprentice-level conjuration spell on the robe that could be used twice a day-the secondary deflection stance.

I saw a circle of invisible stances expanding around him. Punk only felt that all foreign substances that touched the stance, whether it was air or dust, changed their trajectory and deflected in different directions. Time is much thinner, but with the physique of a punk professional, it can be completely unaffected.

After the wooden stick hit the stance, it seemed to be pushed away by an invisible big hand. It made an abrupt bend and flew past the right side of Punk's body, but Punk was not happy either on his face or in his heart. because...that direction...is the direction where the little donkey is...

The ogre staggered two more steps by virtue of its inertia, and then fell down heavily. Its entire head was as if it had just been pulled out of a meat grinder. However, such dense wounds are everywhere inside and outside the ogre's head, in the bones, brain, and flesh. Since the supporting bones were completely shredded, the ogre's head has lost its shape.

The ogre fell on the wasteland with a head that had turned into a fleshy paste, only the fingers and other limbs were still twitching from time to time, and the muscles swollen due to berserk also retracted to the original form. The super life detection spell is also certain-this ogre is really dead, if the thinking organ-brain turns into a fatal injury such as fleshy paste, even if it has the vitality of a troll, it will die. And at the soul level of an ogre, his soul should have been swallowed by the long river of fate now!

When the ogre stopped convulsing, Punk turned around and walked towards the little donkey. He ignored the ogre's leather, although its skin with a certain magic resistance could become a piece of apprentice-level magic material with some processing. But Punk didn't have any processing facilities around him. If it hadn't been magically solidified, materials like ogre leather, which were low-grade and whose magic power dissipated quickly, would turn into ordinary fragile leather before Punk walked out of the wasteland.

Now Punk is more concerned about the safety of the labor force—the little donkey, and he hopes not to see the worst outcome...

At this time, Kane also crawled out of the pit with a deformed shield. He first glanced at the ogre whose head was almost turned into a pulp, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and then he recovered again. Carelessly.

I said, dude punk, do you have homicide, why did you make it so miserable, or do you want to try ogre meat soup for a change at night?

Kane walked towards the little donkey while talking.

But in the middle of the walk, the two of them stopped at the same time...

A huge stick was thrusting obliquely into the ground, surrounded by fragments of the cart with bloodstains, and the poor little donkey was left with nothing but

The upper half is gone, and the lower body is already together with countless fragments of the cart...it's everywhere...

It might be a good thing to not have to endure the smell of this walking dunghill all the way to Conora.

Punk's first thought turned out to be a little fortunate.

...Fuck me, I fought so hard with that big devil, Roushan, and put on my shield for what?

Kane raged as he brandished his smashed, twisted shield.

At least your shield is still usable, isn't it? Punk teased Kane, then picked up a small bag of Mock Village Specialty wheat bread among the scattered goods and walked towards the city of Conora .

Damn it, it's not your thing, you kid~ of course you don't feel bad, oh! My poor little donkey, I can still see the red hair on his ear trembling!

Kane expressed his sadness for the death of the little donkey in a sad tone, while carrying a large bag of dried meat on his shoulders.

The red hair of your donkey is definitely mixed with the meat paste over there. Punk pointed to the blood-red paste next to the stick mixed with meat, If you are afraid that it will be cold, eat it in your stomach It is more effective than saying these irrelevant sarcastic remarks.

After speaking, Punk walked to the wasteland without looking back.

It's called kindness, it's called nostalgia, you, a guy with no sentimentality, will never get a girl in the future...

Kane put the shield on his back again, and then gracefully put the lance still sticking with flesh on his shoulder, and then strode towards Punk in great strides.

At this time, the big red sun Chicasa has also jumped out of the horizon, and the whole wasteland is completely illuminated. The plants in the young season grow very fast, and the grasslands destroyed by the battle will grow again in less than a month. Come back, and the flesh and blood all over the place and the rotting corpses of companions will become the nourishment for the new grass.

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After a seven-day long trek, Punk and Kane finally arrived at their destination - the city of Conora. Fortunately, they did not encounter the grove of the dead that the Baron called, of course, they did not encounter The businessman friend who loves to die, but Punk has a vague premonition that this wasteland and the dead woods that don't know whether it exists will one day intersect with him again.

Oh~~Conora City, I'm coming~~~

Standing on the hill where he could already see the strong city wall of Conora City, Kane raised his lance and shouted loudly. He looked a bit like a knight with a grand dream, but if you listen to the second half In a word, those who abide by the way of chivalry will definitely not be able to resist beating him!

Pretty girls, wait for my handsome and suave Cain Knight to rescue you, oh hahahaha~~.

Punk, on the other hand, put on a I don't know this guy face and walked down the mountain.

Konokka City, I hope to gain useful knowledge... Unknowingly, the blue magical light lingered in Punk's eyes again!