Spellcasting Heavens

Benny! How much money did you get today? Why did you come back so early?

As soon as he entered the door, Zhang Cheng saw a thin man wearing leather armor sitting on a chair playing with a dagger, staring at him with gloomy eyes.

However, he ignored the other party and focused his attention on the orc warriors not far away who were toasting and drinking, as well as the scantily clad tiefling women with reddish skin, horns on their heads, and tails behind them. On the body.

According to the boy's memory, the orc, who is the leader of the gang and the most powerful warrior, is actually a murderer wanted by the city hall, with a warrior level of up to seventh level.

Although it is nothing to the entire city of Neverwinter, it is definitely a tyrant in Beggar's Nest. Ordinary gangsters and villains are no match for him at all. They can easily be torn into pieces by the heavy and sharp axe, so there is no such thing. It didn't take long for him to occupy a territory and make money through various criminal activities.

The tiefling next to him, who looks like he is engaged in a special service industry, is also not an ordinary person. He is not only good at using stealth assassination, but also has certain spell-casting abilities. It is not known whether he has the professional level of warlock or mage, or... Simply stimulating the purgatory blood in part of the body.

In short, as long as these two people are around, other gangs in Beggar's Nest will not dare to act rashly.

Hey! Little bastard! I'm talking to you! Are you deaf? The thin man was obviously irritated and stood up suddenly, intending to teach the dirty boy in front of him a lesson.

But the moment he raised his foot, a cold light suddenly flashed in Zhang Cheng's eyes, and he followed him at an extremely fast speed. He pulled out the dagger hidden in his arms and made a gash on the opponent's neck.

puff!

Scarlet blood suddenly splashed everywhere!

Drink-drink-drink-

The man's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe that the pickpocket who was usually trampled under his feet would dare to kill him, and he desperately tried to cover his neck, which was constantly spurting blood.

But obviously, all this is in vain.

Because the neck was slit, the most fatal thing was not only rapid blood loss, but also suffocation caused by tracheal obstruction.

In just ten seconds, he struggled and fell to the ground, swallowing his last breath with a look of reluctance.

The pungent smell of blood filled the entire room!

When the orc warrior saw this scene,

His pupils suddenly shrank, and he put down the wine glass without saying a word, grabbed the sharp ax next to him, and shouted loudly: Benny! What are you doing? Do you want to rebel?

Rebellion? No, idiot, your brain, which is no bigger than a walnut, is not big enough to understand what I'm doing. Zhang Cheng said as he stretched out a finger to capture the emaciated man's soul, his left eye flashing The intense light slowly swallows the soul and transforms it into pure magical energy.

Oh! No! No! No! Be careful! He is not Benny! The tiefling, who had part of the devil's blood, obviously noticed something and quickly took several steps back to remind loudly.

No matter who he is! Die for me! The half-orc gave full play to his characteristic of being able to use his hands to avoid being attacked, and he swung his ax and launched an attack.

His movements were fast and ferocious, all skills honed from life-and-death fights. They were so ugly that they were not entertaining at all, but anyone with some knowledge would not despise them.

Unfortunately, no matter how fast he swung his ax, he could never catch the opponent's clothes.

Relying on the remote calculations and predictions provided by Adam, Zhang Cheng walked on the boundary line between life and death again and again, cutting bloody wounds with the inferior pig iron dagger in his hand.

But half-orcs are half-orcs after all, especially when they are in a violent state, they secrete a lot of adrenaline and don't care about pain and injuries at all. They roar like crazy: Ahhhh!!! Despicable little mouse! I'm going to tear you apart. In pieces!”

Hmph! Save your energy, idiot. According to the current bleeding rate, you will go into shock due to excessive blood loss in half a minute at most. Zhang Cheng sneered and mocked.

Although the body of the boy he is currently occupying is so fragile that he dares not have any direct contact with him, otherwise he will be knocked to the ground in an instant, but on the surface he seems to be able to manipulate the powerful orc warrior with ease. On top of the palm.

As for the Tiefling woman on the side, there was a strange light in her eyes. She neither stepped forward to help nor chose to escape. She just stood there and observed, not knowing what her plans were.

No!!! No one can defeat the mighty Okocha! I...I will catch you! Crush every bone in your body! The orc warrior shook his head desperately, trying to get rid of the pain caused by excessive blood loss. Confusion and weakness.

But anyone with a little bit of common sense knows that this objective law cannot be overcome by willpower alone. After a while, he swayed uncontrollably and finally fell to the ground.

Poor thing, you don't even know who you are fighting against.

No hesitation!

Zhang Cheng directly bent down and stabbed the dagger into the opponent's eye socket, then pulled out the soul and swallowed it, converting it into magical energy to transform the fragile body.

After finishing all this, he raised his head and stared at the last tiefling, and asked meaningfully: Why don't you run away?

Run away? Why should I run away! I am not your enemy! On the contrary, I think you will need a helper to take over Okocha's territory. I promise that I will serve you like I served him. The tiefling knelt down. He knelt down and bowed deeply.

As a half-demon rejected by mainstream human society, surrendering to the strong is her way of survival.

It doesn't matter who the other party is or what evil plans he has. If the object of allegiance collapses, then there will be another master.

Anyway, no one really cares about a tiefling woman who is not on the stage, and even regards her as a beautiful and interesting trophy and plaything.

Ah! After meeting two idiots in a row, I finally found a smart person. Very good! Very good! But there are two kinds of smart people in the world, one kind really knows how to assess the situation, and the other kind likes to be smart. I sincerely hope you are the former, otherwise I might not be able to help but peel off your smooth and beautiful skin, and then sprinkle salt water on your bloody muscles. Believe me, the feeling is not pleasant at all.

As he spoke, Zhang Cheng stretched out his deft right hand and gently stroked the other person's beautiful and smooth face. His eyes were filled with a huge sense of oppression that cannot be described in words.

Of course... of course! I swear that from today on, you are the supreme master, and I am willing to dedicate my body and soul. Tiefling responded tremblingly.

Through her left eye, which was as bright as a crystal version, she felt a power that was comparable to, or even greater than, the gods...

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