Chapter 235 The Plan Was Ruined

One of the adventurers said vividly: "Deadly magic missiles hit him one after another, but they didn't cause any harm to him. Do you think it's powerful or not?"

An adventurer who was watching said disdainfully: "Isn't he still dead? Death is bullshit."

Another adventurer asked suspiciously: "You can't lie to us, right? How do you know?"

The narrator looked unhappy and said: "How could I not know? I was right next to it at the time, but the scene was so terrifying that I hid behind a rock and did not dare to come out."

Until now, I can’t remember the person who said this or the guys who talked about it, but the words he said are engraved in my mind like carved characters: groups of deadly magic missiles, hitting It didn't even cause any harm to him. You think it's amazing or not?

This kind of situation will only occur when the level difference is large, but if the difference is really that big, even if it is careless, the real owner will never suffer that fatal penetrating injury. At most, it will be a serious injury. Not even close to death.

From this point of view, the strength of the opponent and the rightful owner should be equally matched.

It is somewhat intriguing that the deadly magic missiles released by a magician of considerable strength did not cause any damage to the body.

Either his own magic resistance is high, or the acquired training has taken effect.

If his magic resistance was really a natural gift, I wouldn't have heard screams that were comparable to killing a donkey so early in the morning.

In other words, it's the latter.

I suddenly felt reluctant to kill the earthworm in front of me.

The electric ball he spits out can generate electricity without exploding, making it an excellent practice object.

Moreover, the discharge speed of its electric ball is comparable to that of a magic missile. Basically, when I have just recovered, I will be hit by another one. The sour feeling is simply indescribable.

I suddenly found that I was a little accustomed to this feeling. Is this the so-called ‘naturally masochistic constitution’?

Just when I was being electrocuted, a figure appeared out of the corner of my eye, which made me a little desperate.

Those are not the shadows of earthworms. Their appearance can only put me in trouble, but it will not make me feel desperate.

Those were the shadows of Harold and his group.

They actually came here at this time and at this stall. What is this if it’s not a trap?

Out of the corner of his eye, Harold had spotted me and gave orders to the archers beside me.

Although I couldn't hear what the order he gave was, I could guess pretty well - kill that groundworm.

I turned my head with difficulty, opened my mouth, and was about to speak out.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Three arrows passed by, directly ruining my plan to hone my resistance.

I looked at the earthworm that screamed and turned into a ball of black smoke, and then looked at Harold who walked forward with a smile on his face and said to me: "You are really careless, you have suffered such a loss, as usual Said, with your strength, it should be very easy to kill it."

My whole body shook violently for a few times, and after I fully adapted to the remaining current, I felt pain in my face and laughed dryly: "Haha."

"Okay, you don't need to thank me anymore. After all, we are all comrades who have fought side by side." Harold subconsciously reached out and patted my shoulder. As a result, he was hit by the residual current, and his strong body was shaken. He shivered involuntarily, then his expression changed, and he exclaimed: "What a strong current."

Looking at his horrified and complicated eyes, I really didn't know what to say.

Yura stepped forward and said, "Brother, I didn't expect you to come so early. You are so diligent."

I turned to look at her, she was still dressed as usual, the only difference was a shining silver bracelet on her wrist. The style, shape and size of this bracelet were completely different from the one I gave her before. The patterns are exquisite, the lines are clear, and they reflect a pleasant and elegant light from time to time.

The bracelet I gave her was just a silver bracelet with a smooth surface and no features. The only feature was that the inside of the bracelet was engraved with a simple version of Amon's head.

Rodney said that Yula rarely wore a silver bracelet. I thought it was the one I gave her. Now it seems that I misunderstood.

But that's okay. If they are just ordinary friends, it won't be awkward to meet.

I spread my hands and said with a bitter look on my face: "It's diligence."

"Eh? What's wrong with you? You're not grateful for the fact that we saved you, and you actually look like you're crying!" Yura said with a straight face, displeased.

"Yes, I am so grateful that I was almost moved to tears." I bent down, picked up the silver coins on the ground, and sighed: "I said, you didn't realize that the electric ball released by the earthworm just now didn't Won’t it explode?”

"Hey, won't it explode?" Yura was startled, then turned his head and looked at Harold. Harold also shook his head to express his ignorance, and the other team members looked at each other in confusion.

"Look, I only know how to kill monsters, but I don't know how to observe the monster's abnormality." I said with a slightly mocking tone.

"So what, didn't we just save you?" Yura was a little unhappy.

"Have you not noticed that I am not actually fighting monsters, but practicing?"

When I said this, I looked at Harold.

Harold obviously didn't understand what I meant, and he asked doubtfully: "What practice?"

"Why do I feel like I'm abusing myself, brother?" Yura didn't understand at all.

"Do you know how to improve magic resistance?" I didn't answer directly, but asked rhetorically.

Harold thought for a moment and said cautiously: "Drink the potion, upgrade your level, and put on more powerful equipment."

"anything else?"

Harold shook his head, and Yura beside him became a little impatient: "If you have anything to say, just tell me quickly, and don't try to attract people's appetite anymore."

"I just keep being abused by the same magic," I said.

Harold nodded slowly and turned to Yura: "Do you understand?"

Yura nodded as if he understood: "Yeah, almost."

"So, we disrupted your plan?" Harold's tone was apologetic. I think he understood what I meant.

"Shouldn't you have said something about this kind of thing earlier?" Yura said harshly, holding his arms in his arms.

I smiled bitterly: "I want to say it, but my body is still in a state of stiffness from being shocked. How can I speak smoothly as usual?"

"That's right." Harold nodded.

Yura frowned slightly and said, "There's nothing we can do about it, brother, just accept your bad luck."

I sighed and was about to continue looking for ground insects to train, but I heard Harold say: "Would you like to fight monsters with us?"