I m Really Not Targeting the Mages - Chapter 406

Chapter 406: Face-changing master (3)

Translator: 549690339

Roger set foot on the path in the Northwest.

Half a day later.

He could see a camp built against a mountain in the distance.

The lowest point of the camp was between the mountain passes.

The highest point stood on the peaks on both sides.

The thick and continuous walls blocked most of Roger’s vision.

The Golden barrier outside the campsite was even more sensitive.

Roger approached.

An ear-piercing alarm sounded on the city wall!

“Who’s there?”

A group of fully armed soldiers swarmed out.

For a moment.

At least 20 crossbows and more arrows were aimed at Roger!

Roger calmly looked at the leader who had scolded him and repeated the lines he had said to the White Horse attendant.

The leader looked at Roger seriously.

After a while, he said in a deep voice,

“Camp Martin doesn’t accept useless people.”

“If you can prove your strength, I can give you a chance.”

Roger nodded and said,

“How do you prove it?”

There are some ‘gluttonous lizards’ in the rotten tundra to the North of the camp. If you can kill one of these monsters alone, I will give you a chance to enter the city.

The leader reminded, ‘

gluttonous lizards are level 70 purgatory creatures. You should think carefully before you go.

Roger turned around and left.

After only three hours.

He carried the body of a two-meter long monster to the camp’s wall.

The alarm sounded again.

The leader came out to greet him with a shocked expression.

After carefully examining the traces on the gluttonous lizard’s body, he felt a sense of relief.

The surprise in his eyes was even more obvious.

“It only took three hours.” “Your strength is worthy of respect!” “Come in with me first!”

Roger followed the leader in silence.

In reality.

The reason why it only took three hours …

It was all because the attribute given by the gluttonous lizard was “the length of your tailbone has been slightly increased

Roger wouldn’t even spare a glance at such a beautiful monster.

The architectural style of camp Martin was rather rough.

Within the thick walls were low and crude houses.

Roger noticed.

These houses were so low because half of them were built underground.

This place was called a camp.

In fact, the population was almost as large as the small town of Quinan.

The leader brought Roger to the square in the middle of the camp.

Along the way, he attracted many curious gazes.

A moment later.

They stopped near a statue of a horse with its front hooves raised.

“Leave him to me.”

An old man trembled as he stood up from a small stool.

He led Roger to the statue of a fine horse.

“Lower your head,”

The old man said.

His sixth sense did not detect any danger.

So Roger obediently did as he was told.

A moment later.

Roger felt a warm current flowing over his head. The old man’s tired voice rang in his ears, the God of white horses said he’s fine.

The leader heaved a sigh of relief.

He patted Roger’s shoulder enthusiastically.

“Welcome to camp Martin!”

Three days later.

Near the eastern wall of camp Martin.

Under the repeated persuasion of the guard Captain, Lawson.

Roger walked out of the door with a smile.

He rushed all the way to the northeast.

In the past three days.

Not only did he find out the basic situation of Martin camp, but he also learned about the overall layout of the ” between purgatories

It turned out.

This secondary plane was made up of two major forces.

One of them was the purgatory force that Roger had encountered before.

The Army of demons led by the Lord of the bloodraven tribe!

They occupied the ” east corner ” and ” West corner ” between purgatory.

On the other side was the camp of non-purgatory creatures with the wilderness temple as the core.

They occupied the most fertile and most stable central region.

With the help of the first six wilderness gods.

The living beings of the wilderness camp slowly built their camps and cities.

Only then was he able to gain a firm foothold in the vile purgatory.

It was worth mentioning.

The plane shape of ” between purgatories ” was a tight and narrow rectangular strip.

The north and south were extremely narrow.

The East and West were extremely long, and both sides were bordered by the purgatory’s territory.

As a result, the wilderness camp had always been attacked from both sides.

The unique climate mechanism of the ” purgatory ” made the situation of the wilderness camp even worse. At the same time-it also led to the tragedy of the Salvation Army.

This place wasn’t divided into ” bloody Crow season ” and ” non-bloody Crow season ” as Roger had imagined.

The actual order of the seasons is as follows:

[ blood Crow season ].

[ strong blood Wuji: non-purgatory creature combat power-70% ]Any creature appreciated by the bloodcrow Lord will have a 30% increase in their combat strength.

[extreme evil blood Wu 0

[wild season: purgatory creatures-50%]Non-purgatory creatures +50% reinforcement.

The above Four Seasons could last from three months to one year.

Other than the ” wild season ” , which had the shortest duration.

The other three seasons were the times when the purgatory’s side would benefit.

Unfortunately, the first two echelons of the Salvation Army would arrive in the previous sequence of ” wild season “!

And during the wilderness season.

The blood Raven’s underlings would never engage in prolonged battle with their enemies!

This gave the world saviors the illusion that they were strong and the demons were weak!

They wantonly carried out operations in ” between purgatories.

He even had a conflict with the people in Martin camp!

In the end.

Roger surmised that they had probably found clues about Mistral s reincarnation near bloodcrow Castle.

In the end, the reinforcements had not arrived.

The season had suddenly changed.

From the most friendly “wild season” to non-purgatory creatures, it had become the “bloody Crow season” that weakened them!

This time.

The blood Crow Army naturally came out in full force.

The third Legion was collectively defeated!

If Roger hadn’t reacted quickly …

I’m afraid I’ll be in trouble!

At this point.

The doubts about the Salvation Army’s collective death were temporarily resolved.

The only suspicious point was ‘time’.

However, this place was close to purgatory, so it was normal for the flow of time to be slightly chaotic.

It was precisely because of this that he had to consider this.

Roger had only stayed in camp Martin for three days before he set off impatiently.

Today.

His target was the [bloody Crow cave] near the thousand mountains Lake.

There were many rewards for monsters in Martin camp.

Roger answered all of them in one breath.

However, what he paid the most attention to was the following one-

[ mission title: kill the leader of the blood crows ]

[ mission location: bloodcrow cave ]

[ mission reward: 100 blue shellfish ]The reception of the God of white horses

From Lawson’s mouth.

Roger understood that the ‘God of white horses’ was one of the three remaining guardians of the wilderness temple.

Moreover, he was one of the more active ones.

It was said that the wilderness guardians controlled the authority bestowed by the “God of heaven.

Roger was looking for Mistra.

He planned to find a breakthrough point from them.

Half a day later.

Roger, who had concealed his aura, arrived safely at the blood Crow cave, which Lawson had said was extremely dangerous.

They went around a floating ghostfire.

Roger sneaked into the cave.

He didn’t go far.

One of the blood crows looked in his direction vigilantly!

Roger held his breath and approached.

When it was about time.

He suddenly appeared.

He raised his hand and a ball of green [ blind poison spirit ] appeared!

The blood Crow was caught off guard and was swept into the poisonous miasma, and its keen perception immediately became chaotic.

Roger took the opportunity to take out the Jade trade wind and shoot it madly!

This time, they were not on the battlefield.

Roger unleashed his full power without any hesitation. Under the terrifying firing speed, even the blood crows, whose attributes had been greatly enhanced, were shot into sieves!

In the blink of an eye.

A ‘pa’ sound was heard.

The blood Raven’s corpse fell from the poisonous miasma.

Roger leaned over to take a look.

Alright.

The blood crow’s long tongue and intestines were exposed, and its bloody feathers were filled with dense holes. Its skin was covered in a layer of Green Poison, making it look extremely disgusting.

I’ve never seen such a disgusting monster …

Roger thought with a face full of disgust.

The next second.

A line of information flashed across the data bar.

[you have killed 1 bloody Crow]

[ your blink range has been slightly increased. ]

“What?”

Roger was slightly stunned.

Then, he blinked.

His expression began to change subtly. (Click to view the data bar record)