The Villain Only Wants to Live a Buddhist Life2

The closer they got to the firelight, the more obvious the tiredness on their faces became.

But the existence of those five flying dragons also gave them a sense of security between their brows.

Of course, it also wiped away any evil thoughts that might exist in their hearts.

Even though most of the team that they mistakenly thought was the Flying Dragon Knights consisted of seemingly feminine women, they did not dare to underestimate them in the slightest.

Adventurers are not good people, but the team of adventurers they encountered by chance now, at least... are quite life-saving.

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The accompanying caravan was not many, only six people, they were the principal, the maid, the guards and the guards of the three part-time coachmen.

These six people plus the adventurers made a total of 18 people.

Once they sat down, they were naturally divided into four parts, and the leaders of each were very prominent.

Professor Jones finally sat down and raised his eyebrows at the adventurers over there.

Daniel immediately squeezed out a burst of enthusiasm from his belly, and introduced himself: "Thank you very much for allowing me to wait for you, the villain Daniel, is an ordinary soldier, has been on the battlefield, participated in three battles, and won all of them gone."

"Then how many demons did you kill?" Congreve interrupted suddenly.

A trace of embarrassment appeared on Daniel's face, he scratched his head and said, "No one."

"I went to the battlefield three times, but didn't kill a single demon?" Werther was surprised immediately. Looking at him, he almost had "You are a deserter" engraved between his eyebrows.

Ophelia Bullard pressed the back of his hand, and said helplessly, "It's not that easy to kill an enemy on the battlefield. If it is crushed by victory, the people in the back row may not have rushed to the front line, and the war is over Mr. Daniel is very lucky to survive three battles without dying."

But Daniel was not annoyed, and said with a smile: "It is indeed a great victory. Now that I think about it, it was thanks to [Brave] Brett who sacrificed himself to seal the Demon King and let the general situation of the war be controlled by humans. I was able to survive by chance. Later, I've been an adventurer for nearly ten years since I retired from the military without a single feat. They call me Lucky Daniel."

After Daniel finished speaking, Monica took over the conversation: "It's my turn. I'm Monica, and everyone I know likes to call me 'Black Beauty'. Of course, I also have average looks, but fortunately there is no face Scar, not disfigured like some of the other sisters, more than less than more. Right, Scar Man?"

Congreve, the man with the scar, glared at her immediately, and said, "Congreve, known as the 'Fortress of Never Falling', is a shield battle!"

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The self-introduction of the adventurers gradually eased the atmosphere between the two parties.

Duck's eyes looked weird, and he thought that Monica was really called "Black Beauty", but the nickname of the scarred man Congreve was more imposing.

Hey, Never Fall Fortress!

If you have the opportunity to be an adventurer in the future, you must get a nickname like him that is so domineering and revealing!

You can't be nicknamed "Dark Cat" by someone with a heart.

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After all the adventurers had taken their turn, the few caravans spoke.

Marilyn has been observing this team that came across on the black soil plain.

From the occasional conversation between Dark and the others, she quickly noticed that they were from the academy.

Among this group of people, there are professors, students... and maids!

Although they are riding three dragons, they are definitely not from the Knight Academy, but most likely from the Magic Academy.

Everyone here exudes magic fluctuations.

Especially that elf lady who is so beautiful that Mingyue dare not show her face must be a powerful great magician.

This made her even more vigilant.

However, she still introduced herself following what Professor Jones meant.

Of course, it's a pseudonym.

"I'm Mary, and I'm the head of this caravan. I'm so lucky to be protected by the flying dragon knights at night on the Black Soil Plain. I heard from Monica before that our team can't get out of the Black Soil Plain before nightfall." At that time, I was really terrified. When we arrive in the capital of freedom, our chamber of commerce will definitely provide you with satisfactory rewards."

"Ah."

Professor Jones responded lightly, and said casually, "Are you from the Black Sand Chamber of Commerce?"

Marilyn's expression tightened, and she subconsciously wanted to deny it, but she finally gritted her teeth and said, "Yes."

The next moment, the adventurers grabbed their weapons violently, and more than a dozen eyes were fixed on her.

Her guards reacted immediately, swords drawn.

The area of ​​the camp that had been calmed down instantly became tense.

In the distance, the sound of the earth rolling suddenly came to my ears, a ferocious and terrifying pitch-black sandstorm poured into my field of vision, and a road leading directly to this place was plowed out of the ground.

There is something, here it comes!

"It's Sharon!" snapped Congreve.

Marilyn said quickly, "It's not us!"

The five flying dragons stood up suddenly, and the dragon power spread.

Professor Jones frowned slightly, and looked at the only three students in the field.

"I'll go." Duck sighed.

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Chapter 758

The professors obviously have the idea of ​​"experience" and want students to make a move.

But of course it is impossible for Dak to let Aurora go, and with Werther's current state, he is not at ease, so he can only come by himself.

It's just a mere salon, how much experience can it play for him?

Professor Jones frowned, but didn't bother to think about it...Let's just leave it at that!

So when Dak got up by the campfire, the professors didn't pay much attention.

Only those adventurers and caravan members were puzzled.

At that time, everyone in the caravan was still wondering about their own identities, and the adventurers were also extremely vigilant because of this. The appearance of Sharon was an unexpected accident. A boy who looked like a student suddenly got up and threatened to deal with Sharon. , is even more unbelievable.

The adventurers had good intentions. Seeing that the group of academics seemed to be really planning to let the young student face the salon alone, they didn't have time to worry about the Black Sand Chamber of Commerce, so they hurriedly spoke to stop it.

"That's a salon!" Even Congreve, the scarred man who looked at the vicious look, said in surprise.

Daniel was even more worried that everyone in the academy was talking on paper and didn't know how powerful Sharon was, so he hurriedly said: "Sharon has dragon blood on him, especially in this sandy place, ordinary flying dragons are no match, and if he is not careful, he will be swallowed up. "

"Mr. Daniel, I still recognize this salon." Dak smiled lightly, developing a good impression of the adventurer who reminded him.

Although this adventurer didn't kill an enemy even three times on the battlefield, he finally had the courage to go to the battlefield to defend his family and country, which is not bad.

But after walking out of the bonfire, Dak became a little worried again.

Sharon is a sub-dragon of the ground type/dragon type. Its offensive and defensive capabilities are roughly equivalent to a strong six-star magic elf, but the total amount of vitality and magic power of a real monster is much higher than that of a magic elf. .

In fact, the biggest weakness of the magic elves is "thin blood", so in the magic duel, there will be a phenomenon that the magic elves can kill the same magic elves in a flash.

And when a magister summons a magic elf, most of them need multiple magic elves to fight in turn, or use other magic cards as assistance to successfully kill the same monster.

In addition, because the monsters in the St. Marian dungeon are produced by the magic power of the dungeon, they also have a weakness similar to that of the wizard elves. Only the bosses and elite monsters in the dungeon overcome this weakness and have longer blood. strip.

In terms of vitality:

Dungeon BOSS＞Elite monsters≈Real monsters＞Magic elves

Therefore, the little magisters who graduated from St. Marian College often have some discomfort when facing Warcraft for the first time.

But Dak didn't think about these things.

He was thinking, should he summon the magic elf to fight against the enemy, or use the long sword hanging on his waist to show a bit of [Son of the Valkyrie]?

"BOOM!"

When he walked in front of one of the flying dragons, the Sharon sprinting from under the ground slammed into the barrier of wind arranged by Professor Sylph, shaking the barrier violently.

With the sound of the impact, the ground sank downwards, forming a vortex, and the Sharon suddenly drilled out of the ground, roaring at the nearest flying dragon.

And everyone in the camp finally saw the whole picture of this salon clearly.

"Is this the salon?" Werther's pupils dilated and he was shocked.

Little magisters who are used to magic elves often cannot adapt to the huge difference between magic beasts and magic elves when they first come into contact with powerful monsters.

The body of that Sharon is extremely long, as fat as a roller, with a huge cone-like head, thick transparent eyelids above the two eyes, a thick and short neck with layers of wrinkles, limbs on both sides that have degenerated into fins, and a spine. There is a row of blade-like ridges on it, and scars are all over the body.

It opened its bloody mouth wide, and it can be seen that the mouth is covered with densely packed fine teeth. If it is bitten, it will definitely be ground to pieces.

When it stands halfway up, it is even twice as big as a flying dragon, and its huge mouth may really swallow a flying dragon.

Perhaps, it just sensed the aura of the flying dragon, so it came to hunt!

"Roar!"

The sound of Sharon's roar radiated towards the black soil plain, and countless sand and soil were forced back by the sound waves, forming circle after circle of ripples.

Huge bubbles bulged from its abdomen, all the way out of its throat, and spit it out suddenly.

The thick green slime hit the Wind Barrier with a "click", corroding it into a huge gap.

The stench from the salon immediately penetrated.

Dak flexed his fingers a little, and two magic cards flew out of the card pack automatically, and got into between his two fingers.

He pondered for a while, but still chose the orthodox tactics of the magister.

The reason is simple, because that salon... really stinks!

"The ground and the dragon's breath? It's up to you, Eevee."

He stepped out from between the two flying dragons, and the summoning circle was already lit up under his feet.

The [Magical Beast: Eevee], so cute that one would want to commit a crime, stepped out of the summoning light.

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"It's a magister!"

The adventurers and caravan members around the campfire have calmed down.