I'm Really Not Targeting the Mages

Chapter 39: Dojo

White Moon City.

In the vast underground cave, various colorful fluorescence shone down from the cracks on the rock wall above the cave.

The rays fell on the moss-covered ruins, reflecting a strange brilliance.

The stone wall was inlaid with unknown gems.

They were the most common light sources in the entire underground world, other than the [Fluorescent Fungus].

Within the temple area, a gray dwarf in luxurious clothes was brandishing a jeweled cane while roaring.

His voice was actually not loud, even a little weak.

But with the help of the [Evil Curse], it was successfully passed to the ears of every gray dwarf in White Moon City.

In an instant, hundreds of thousands of gray dwarves moved into action.

They flocked to the cave area like tides, or like a plague of locusts that swept through every corner near the White Moon City.

But as the minutes ticked away, the gray dwarf known as the [Great Prophet] had never received the news that the intruder had been arrested.

He wandered back and forth between the two stone pillars anxiously, his expression overcast.

Just at this time, a Lilliputian slave brought him a basin of water as he had previously ordered.

But what awaited the Lilliputian slave was a stick on the face!

Along with the basin of water, he was knocked down onto the ground, groaning in pain.

“Bastard! Bastard!”

Perhaps he felt that his anger had not been relieved after beating with a stick, the Great Prophet simply used his foot.

He kicked the Lilliputian slave’s head viciously, who instinctively struggled for a while before his breath was gone forever.

Pale green blood slowly spread across the ground.

“Bastard! Bah!”

The Great Prophet couldn’t help but kick again.

“Drag it away!”

“Bring me another basin of water!”

Two other Lilliputian slaves stepped forward fearfully and dragged away the body of their dead companion.

There was dead silence through the entire surroundings.

After a while, a gray dwarf dressed as an apprentice braced himself and brought a basin of water over.

The Great Prophet glared at him, making the apprentice’s legs tremble.

But fortunately, he still stood firm and didn’t drop the basin.

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“Put it there.” The Great Prophet’s voice was slightly softer this time.

The apprentice, who knew his character, could not help but breathe a sigh of relief, and he hurriedly put the basin on the stone table.

“Teacher.”

“Where do you think the intruder is hiding?” There were deep doubt and incomprehension in his tone.

He knew the situation of the [Thousand Faces Demon Cave] very well.

Not to mention an outsider, even the gray dwarves from White Moon City may not be able to find their way out after they walk in.

But there was actually a knack for blocking someone in the cave that seemed to extend in all directions.

As long as the gray dwarves blocked the path at a few key points, it would be impossible for the opponent to escape.

But such a long time had passed now.

The gray dwarves of White Moon City had already seized all the main roads within the Demon Cave and conducted a round of blanket search.

But they saw no trace of the intruder!

Such an event had never happened in the history of White Moon City against invaders.

“I do not know.” The Great Prophet shook his head. “But what is certain is that the intruder has mastered invisibility or similar abilities.”

“Otherwise, he has no way of escaping the first round of manhunt.”

Talking until here, he touched his beard and lamented, “Such a cunning man. Although I have been fighting a battle of wits with him for more than half a year, his invisibility ability had never been exposed.”

“If I hadn’t forced him into the underground city with a curse, I’m afraid he could continue to hide.”

The apprentice scratched his head, his expression numb.

“I can’t hold back any longer, I must find his location!”

The Great Prophet’s expression turned dark, and he took out a small knife and cut open his palm.

He squeezed for a long time before he managed to squeeze out a drop of dark purple blood from the gap in his skin.

“I’m almost out of blood.” The voice of the Great Prophet was a little bleak.

The apprentice suddenly lowered his head, not daring to look at him.

The blood dripped into the basin.

The Great Prophet chanted a long spell.

Accompanied by the sound of the spell, the location of the intruder also appeared on the water—

This was one of the drawbacks of the [Blood Curse].

...

After the curse was completed, the person who cast the curse would not be able to sense the location of the cursed person.

However, the cursed person would be able to sense the direction of the person who cast the curse.

So, if the Great Prophet wanted to determine the location of the intruder, he must use additional spells.

...

The picture in the basin became clearer gradually.

The apprentice leaned forward to take a better look, but from the fleeting scene, he saw that there were gemstones, towering stone pillars, and... the Lilliputian slaves?

“Teacher?! He is...”

Panicking, the gray dwarf apprentice suddenly raised his head, only to see a huge head flying towards him!

Thud!

He exclaimed out loud and slapped away the head that appeared haggard.

The head of the Great Prophet landed with a muffled thud.

...

The Lilliputian slaves fled in fright.

The apprentice stared blankly at the headless remnant, and behind that, a vague figure twisted and appeared.

“The Great Prophet of the Gray Dwarves? That’s it?”

“It’s much easier to kill than the drow girl.”

The man said confusedly.

He glanced at the gray dwarf apprentice casually.

The apprentice knelt down onto the ground abruptly, raising his hands high. “I have nothing to do with him, I was forced to...”

Before he finished speaking, he heard the footsteps of the intruder hurrying away.

‘He didn’t take me to heart!’

‘He didn’t take me to heart!’

The joy of surviving death filled the apprentice’s heart.

Seeing that the man was about to leave the temple’s stone pillars in an unhurried manner.

The gray dwarf apprentice suddenly got up, and he shouted loudly, “Guar...”

Before he finished pronouncing the word “Guard”, with a light “swoosh”, a sharp arrow shot from the darkness pierced his throat.

The apprentice stared with wide-open eyes and fell onto the ground with unreconciliation written all over his face.

In the dark, Roger put away the Violet Wind, his body twisted quickly and disappeared from his place.

...

[You’ve killed the Great Prophet of the Gray Dwarves (Elite) (Weak State)]

[Your blood curse has been completely lifted...]

[You have received 30 XP]

[You have obtained 40 chivalry points]

[Receiving the reward for kill order...]

[Failed to obtain the reward, you are unable to obtain the expertise from the Great Prophet of the Gray Dwarves]

...

“Huh?”

“I didn’t know that the kill order can fail...”

Under the cover of the cloak of shadows, Roger walked briskly through an outpost and successfully left the temple area.

At this time, he finally had time to check the stats panel.

Unexpectedly, he didn’t manage to receive the new expertise.

This made Roger quite resentful of the Great Prophet of the Gray Dwarves.

Among the series of regular rewards, only the 40 points of chivalry points were satisfying.

But he could somewhat infer from this that this fellow was more peculiar than the evil corpse demon.

In fact, killing the Great Prophet of the Gray Dwarves didn’t take much time for Roger.

After killing the drow girl, Roger led the gray dwarves deep into the demon cave.

Thanks to the chief of the gray dwarf, he had already memorized the map of the underground city very well.

Although he hadn’t walked it personally, it was as if he had been going through it a thousand times.

After entering the demon cave, Roger quickly used the cloak of shadows to ditch the gray dwarves and then wheeled around to kill!

He had a clear plan in mind.

Removing the [Blood Curse] was his main goal!

Even if the Great Prophet could perceive his existence, he would still come!

The Death Sentence of the Blood Curse could not be taken lightly.

He had already prepared for the worst.

But unexpectedly, he encountered the simplest test paper.

When he easily chopped off the head of the Great Prophet, Roger even suspected that this was a trap, and what he chopped off was just a substitute...

But sometimes things were just so simple.

After the curse had been lifted, Roger could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Avoiding the gray dwarves who were searching, Roger followed the directions on the map and found a hidden underground river.

After loosening his muscles, he jumped into the river and tried hard to swim upstream.

Ten minutes later.

The cold river water gradually warmed up.

He found a suitable location and climbed onto the shore.

...

[Notification: You have found the Qingquan Sect’s Dojo]

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