klisemfg Chapter 312 Beat up the drowned dog
Chapter 312 Beat up the drowned dog
"Who are you? Are you deaf? I told you to come down, didn't you hear me? Then go die!"
With two swords in hand and no one around, the militia captain, already furious, revealed his true, menacing nature. He was convinced that Rolin was a spy... even if he wasn't, his opinion held true, because the other man was a strange man wearing a burlap robe and carrying a long wooden stick.
Feeling that Rolin posed no threat, the militia captain swung his sword and lunged... The Kirin Tor battle mage leader's order was to eliminate any suspicious individuals approaching the containment facility.
Roland took two steps back, kicked a stone, and slid forward... The militia captain thrust out his sword menacingly, but the distance was not enough.
His foot was blocked by a rock, he slid and fell flat on his face...
The two broken swords became an obstacle. Militia captain Said fell face-first to the ground, his mouth full of mud... He struggled repeatedly on the ground before finally managing to stand up.
Rowling remained motionless, as if watching a monkey show. He didn't even use a spell or draw a weapon to defend himself. He simply took two steps back, and the militia captain's short sword was nowhere to be reached...
"Damn it, my Shadowfang! You destroyed my Shadowfang... You deserve to die..."
The militia captain himself tripped on the hillside, merely by a rock, and his so-called famous and sharp blade, the 'Shadow Fang' short sword, broke in two. The main issue was that when he tried to stand up, he stuck the short sword into the ground, causing it to break on its own.
It seems the short sword he claims to be the Shadow Fang might not be genuine...
Roland remembered that many weapons shared the same name and their original owner, it all depended on the owner's preference. In reality, if a divine weapon wasn't used properly, it would be just as useless as a dusty treasure in the hands of a fool. Conversely, if an ordinary person were to be blessed by a divine weapon and used it well... they could even slay a god...
External objects are always tools... The indestructible power that the master and apprentice saw at the Frostwolf Clan quartermaster, Lieutenant General Yerik, was a black spiked warhammer that only high-ranking officers of the Frostwolf Clan could wield. Because of its resemblance to a pig's head, it was also known as the "Pig's Head Hammer."
If there is an indestructible force, then there is an indestructible force...
Both are hammers, but in Rolin's memory, ogres wield weapons that resemble pig-headed hammers... In reality, the two are vastly different! One is forged from black steel, while the other is just a crude, long-handled wooden hammer...
The militia captain who claims to be a "treasure" is clearly trying to scam people.
He came to kill Rowling, but he fell flat on his face, broke one of his short swords, and the other didn't seem like a treasure... It seems that most of the people in Hillsbrad are just ordinary people with little fighting ability... They are not much of a threat.
"This guy is completely incapable of fighting; he's not on the assassination list..."
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Luo Lin knew what was going on.
He wanted to take action, but before dark, he hadn't found a suitable opportunity to explore further. In addition, this time, after switching bodies, he wasn't controlling Lorraine's body, but using his own body from another world as a vessel, which was a kind of disguise.
Of course, this disguise is very realistic, a projection from another world, and like the Dreadlord, it can materialize.
This sophisticated disguise can be understood as a mirroring process, using the power of an unparalleled will to transcend other realms...
The biggest problem is that Rolin doesn't know if using magic will immediately remove his disguise.
Having infiltrated Hillsbrad Foothills as the bard Barbaras and a footman, this was the first day he was completely in control of his body as a teacher. Before things escalated to the point of no return, Rowling didn't want to reveal himself.
The other party wouldn't let it go, so he had no choice but to reach for the long stick behind him...
The long staff looks ordinary, but it's actually a magic wand... infused with low-level magical power, a boiler stirrer... yes, it's the very same staff an alchemist uses to stir potions...
However, it does contain a faint magical power, making it usable as a weapon.
It's not bad for concealing one's identity.
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The militia captain, cursing and scrambling, chased after Rolin, stabbing and slashing. Rolin, unable to bear it any longer, used the boiler mixer to knock the other short sword out of the apprentice assassin's hand. He didn't kill him, nor did he use his magic.
"An inch longer, an inch stronger; let me show you the ultimate skills of the East..."
Using the strength and skill of an adult male, he wielded the boiler mixer, transforming what was originally a long wooden stick into a long-handled weapon—a large dog stick from the mysterious East.
"Let me show you my old dog-beating stick technique! Hey ya..."
Several whooshing sounds came, accompanied by groans of pain.
After the short sword was knocked away by the long staff, the situation changed instantly. Roland swung the long staff and pounded it on the blond-haired, white-faced native of Hillsbrad Foothills on the continent of Azeroth.
He didn't attack any vital organs, but he still managed to beat Said, the militia captain who had always bullied the village and relied on the power of his uncle, the town mayor, until he was covered in bumps and bruises, running away in terror, howling in pain...
"Help! Ouch! Help me! Where have all the people gone? There's a spy."
The militia captain ran and shouted, being beaten as he rushed towards the town hall...
The guards in the distance noticed the situation, but they only watched from afar and did not come to the rescue.
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"Why isn't he using magic? Didn't the mayor say he wasn't a magician? He should be a powerful magician."
"Luckily, no spells were used. I think that guy, Said, probably couldn't withstand a single fireball from him."
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"Shouldn't we go and help?"
"What help can he offer? Mr. Barbaras is now a guest of the mayor, a benefactor... The clerk said that our town is in dire need of a real magician to help us. We can't afford to offend someone like that."
"Our job is to look after the guests. Don't worry about anything else. They seem to be having a lot of fun..."
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The guards in the distance seemed pleased to see the militia captain get beaten. They were indeed monitoring Rolin's movements, but only watching from a distance and not getting close.
The mayor has ordered that Lord Barbaras be protected as a VIP...
Since the bard Barbaras & the footman is a magician lord, mortals should show him respect.
"Are you blind? Come save me!"
The guards didn't step forward, but Said ran very fast, rushing to ask for help and asking the guards to help him kill Rolin.
To his surprise, the militiamen all responded to him, and even the mayor's personal guards ignored him...
Only after asking carefully did I learn about Rowling's identity...
Upon hearing that it was the mayor's order, Said, as the nephew, immediately deflated, but still felt aggrieved!
He was furious, gritting his teeth and cursing, threatening to complain to his uncle...
He stormed into the town hall.
In contrast, Rowling, having thoroughly humiliated the man, stretched his limbs and felt refreshed. He politely greeted the guards, slung the boiler mixer over his shoulder, and began strolling leisurely around the mayor's quarters, awaiting the dinner...