I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages

This is a very powerful curse!

Not to mention what deteriorating bodily functions mean.

Just the instant death judgment once every 72 hours is enough to change the face of people.

Although the conditions for immediate death judgment are very harsh.

But what if?

In case of an event with a very small probability, then Roger's life will be confessed here!

So the first time he discovered the curse, Roger put down everything at hand and paid great attention to it.

He began to reflect on the source of the curse.

As we all know, casting a curse requires a medium.

Roger has been hunting gray dwarves for a while, and has never touched other suspicious things at all.

Then the medium of the curse can only be those gray dwarves killed by him!

Is it because I killed too many gray dwarves, so I formed a kind of medium?

Roger vaguely guessed the truth.

And when he tried to focus on the pitch-black eye on the back of his hand, a strange scene loomed in his mind:

The raging flames burned the bodies of the painful gray dwarves;

A gray dwarf with an oddly long beard was kneeling on the ground with his hands raised high, and suddenly danced an unknown dance;

The dance moves are weird, like reptiles;

It uttered some small phrases in its mouth, including gray dwarf language, underground common language, and even human common language.

In the lingua franca that Roger could only understand, the words father and mother were mentioned repeatedly.

finally.

That row of duergars were burned alive.

The dancing duergar ceremoniously drew a giant symbol on the ground with a huge black pen, stained with their ashes.

That symbol is like the black pupil on the back of Roger's hand.

...

The so-called curse of blood relatives is a curse that can only be performed by sacrificing one's parents or even all blood relatives?

Seeing this scene, Roger was a little numb.

This gray dwarf is too ruthless!

In order to kill himself, sacrifice his parents to heaven first?

Is he the leader who has been fighting wits and courage with me in secret?

Roger felt a little awkward.

The tricky point isn't the curse itself.

In fact, it is not difficult for him to unravel this curse.

Just go up to level 9 in one go.

Whenever breaking through the existing number of rings, the Xiayin template will purify all negative effects.

Including this seemingly invincible curse of blood relatives.

But unless it is absolutely necessary, Roger will not easily squander his experience points!

Another way to solve the curse of blood relatives is to kill the caster in the screen.

Ever since he had this jet-black eye on the back of his hand, he could vaguely feel the direction of the caster.

It's just that the other party is not in the swamp.

But in that underground city extending in all directions!

This is where Roger finds it tricky.

In the past six months, he had already discovered the entrance to the dungeon, but he refused to enter it.

The reason is also very simple.

In the swamp, covered by reeds and mist, the gray dwarves' attempt to catch Roger, who was protected by Ti Yunzong, was simply a dream.

But it's different in the underground city.

That's the domain of the gray dwarves.

So even though he was greedy for the possible martial arts relics, he still restrained his desire to explore the dungeon.

Originally, in his plan, he wanted to kill all the gray dwarves in the swamp first.

But the emergence of the curse of blood relatives directly shattered this possibility.

He has to make a choice.

On balance, he chose to break into the dungeon.

Not breaking through means that the level 9 experience must be handed over.

Break through, at least there is still a possibility to keep a part.

As for whether he can get out of his body.

In this regard, Roger is still confident.

...

After making up my mind to enter the dungeon.

Roger prepared the adventure supplies and equipment as quickly as possible.

To confuse the gray dwarves.

He also purposely ran to the wall and killed a few monsters before setting off.

Afterwards, he quickly changed his route and ran to the entrance of the dungeon deep in the swamp in one breath.

Open the secret entrance covered by reeds.

Roger took a deep breath and ducked in.

...

The tunnel is narrow and damp.

There is an indescribable feeling of stuffiness.

Unlike the dungeon that Roger imagined, the underground passages in the swamp were also filled with thick water vapor.

With low-light vision, he saw many unknown plants growing wildly in the corner.

A large part of it is various mosses.

From time to time, drops of water would seep from the top of his head and drip onto Roger's hat brim, giving people the illusion of walking in a water curtain cave.

After walking six or seven kilometers diagonally downward, the road ahead suddenly became clear.

Humidity is also gradually decreasing.

Following the perception of the curse, Roger continued forward with full of vigilance.

When passing a stalagmite forest.

He ran head-on into what was not a violent fight.

It was an adventurer wearing a thick cloak.

His opponents are a group of patrolling marsh duergar.

The adventurer's method was very sharp, and he killed all the gray dwarves in the swamp with three strikes.

Roger noticed.

He used a scimitar, and his whole body was wrapped in a cloak, not an inch of skin was exposed.

His hood should be enchanted, so Roger couldn't see his face clearly.

Um?

After killing the gray dwarves, the adventurer also noticed Roger.

Before Roger could speak, the man said coldly:

Not a gray dwarf? You're lucky.

But you have to listen carefully, no matter who you are, as long as you don't hinder me from killing the gray dwarves.

If you want to stop me, I will never show mercy.

His voice is very strange, it sounds very thick, it is probably the effect of deliberate affectation.

I'm here to kill the gray dwarves.

Roger looked at each other steadily.

At this moment, his heart throbbed a little.

Immediately afterwards, the back of his left hand continued to feel hot.

The two stared at each other for ten seconds.

Finally, Roger tentatively asked:

Are you also cursed?

In the throbbing just now, he clearly felt that the other party, like himself, also had traces of the curse of blood relatives!

The man was silent for a while, then nodded slightly.

Roger just wanted to continue to say something.

The man suddenly became violent.

The scimitar in his hand was like lightning, and it wiped Roger's neck extremely sharply!

Roger dodged his scimitar calmly, and the green clam sword stabbed backhand.

The opponent's skills are very flexible, and the flexibility of the body is amazing.

Facing the straight stab of the Qingfu sword, his upper body leaned back and avoided the sword at a very exaggerated angle.

And his body still maintains an excellent balance.

However, what he didn't expect was that Roger's sword wasn't directed at his face at all.

Between electric light and flint.

The tip of the Qingfu sword turned slightly, and lightly picked downwards.

The adventurer's hood rope was broken, and he landed quietly under the action of gravity.

Roger saw his face clearly.

On a night-like complexion.

Embellished with exquisite facial features and shameful eyes.

Hidden under this hood is a real drow! (Note 1)

Still a girl.

The drow girl grabbed the hood on the ground and put it on again.

She dropped her weapon.

Those big pearly eyes stared at Roger for a long time before he said lightly:

As a companion, you are qualified.

Roger raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

...

(Note 1: Drow is a dark elf.)

(Note 1: I have struggled with this note for a long time. It would be embarrassing to leave a note on such a well-known thing; but I was afraid that there would be new readers who didn’t know what Zall was, so I struggled repeatedly, and finally decided to I'd rather be awkward)