"I'm not telling a cold joke." Roland sighed: "This thing is really about talking about the wallet with us."

As he spoke, a translucent ghost crawled out of the tomb, stood three meters in front of them, howled and walked slowly towards them. As he got closer, he could see clearly that there was no emotion in the eyes of this thing, only a murderous intent that seemed to treat them as food.

The two continued to retreat, and Beta waved the sword in his hand and pulled out sword flowers. He swallowed and asked, "This thing looks a bit cunning. Brother Roland, do you have any experience with meetings?"

"How could it be!" Roland said helplessly: "Before this, I only saw Falken's soul form, and I can't do anything to Falken."

"Brother Roland, then you can tell me a battle plan." Beta did not retreat, but instead stood in front of Roland: "It's better to hurry up."

A transparent spear suddenly appeared in the ghost's hand. Seeing this, both the other party's malice or substantial actions showed that it was difficult to mess with. Roland knew that he could not retreat anymore. Who knew if this ghost had any special abilities? After all, in legend, ghosts were relatively powerful.

"I'll try to control him first." Roland took out his magic wand from his backpack and said quickly: "You jump up right now."

Beta didn't understand why, but he still jumped high as he said. As half a soldier, his jump was at least two meters high.

Just as Beta jumped up, Roland's magic wand pointed down.

Ice ring technique!

Silently recite the casting of the spell.

Ice ring technique is Roland's third skilled spell, and he can easily recite and cast spells silently.

The white ice ring spread around the ground. Beta saw a layer of frost appear wherever the ice ring passes.

The ghost seemed to have no IQ. He slowly walked towards the two of them, swept by the ice ring, and immediately got frozen by ice, and then struggled on the spot, making a strange roar with unknown consciousness.

Not only is it ugly, but it is also quite harsh.

Roland had the urge to cover his ears.

Beta fell from the air and saw the ghost being controlled. He was overjoyed: "Brother Roland is doing well. Let's see me next, rush!!!"

With a strange sound, Beta turned into a afterimage and raised his sword and collided with the ghost, but the ground was already smooth. When the charge skill was just activated, he had lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground.

Then he shrank and rolled on the ice, like a bowling ball moving at high speed, hitting the ghost roaring and struggling in the spot.

Roland was stunned. He stared blankly at Beta and ran into the ghost, then rushed through the ghost's legs, rolling into the tomb ahead with Niao Niao's screams.

This...is not my fault.

Roland was stunned for a moment, then reacted and instantly shot a small self-destructive fireball to hit the ghost.

This time, Roland only added a little magic power to enter, and the small fireball exploded three meters away, directly tearing the ghost into pieces.

The flames and even the ice on the ground ahead melted into water.

The enemy is gone, but Roland is still quite alert. After all, in many story novels, or films and TV dramas, ghosts have the ability to rebirth.

He was afraid that once he relaxed, the ghost would suddenly appear and come out for him.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no trace of the ghost, and the shady breath in the air was slowly disappearing.

The ghost did not wait, but Beta crawled out of the tomb.

He looked quite embarrassed, wearing a blue-black aristocratic uniform full of dust, and a few pieces on his face were paid off. Seeing this, Roland almost laughed out loud.

"Brother Roland, where is that ghost?" Beta, who stood up, looked around vigilantly.

Roland looked around and said, "It must have been blown away by the little fireball, it seems to be quite weak."

Beta breathed a sigh of relief, took the sword back into the system backpack, and said, "It should be something like a wild monster, but it seems to be immune to physical attacks. When I rolled over his body, I actually scratched his feet with the sword, but the sword body was like passing through a phantom, without any sense of obstacle."

Roland nodded: "Well, like other games, ghost-type monsters are afraid of magical attacks."

"Then next time I will use Dragon Flame to spit out these things." Beta's expression was a little unhappy: "I wouldn't save the number of magic times if I had known it. I just fell into the tomb, and I had hallucinations."

Hearing this, he almost laughed out loud when he thought of the way Beta screamed and rolled away like a bowling ball.

Seeing Roland's smile, Beta said angrily: "If you want to laugh, laugh, Brother Roland, did you do it on purpose just now?"

Absolutely not! Roland flatly denied.

"Forget it." Beta looked at Roland with a salted fishy look, and then said, "Let's divide these coins. I think the ghost that disappeared just now will not talk to us about the wallet again."

Roland agreed very much.

Put his coin into the system backpack, and after using the mage, Roland refilled the surrounding soil back into the tomb.

Then the two walked carefully through the unmelted ice layer and returned to the road.

At this time, the sky was completely dark, the moon was covered by dark clouds, there was no light in the mountains and forests, and I couldn't see my five fingers.

Fortunately, Roland knew the photosphere technique, and the two small photospheres were not enough, so he made four out, one in front, one in the left and right, illuminating them around them.

The night is the world of nocturnal animals, and some of them are cruel carnivorous animals.

Most nocturnal animals are afraid of the light that is too bright. When they walk on the mountain road, they will occasionally have pairs of green eyes passing through the nearby woods with a low roar.

A few times later, Beta said: "It's a pack of wolves, very fast and very sensitive."

Roland looked at the dark surroundings and was a little surprised: "Can you see it?"

"I am a Dragon Vein Warlock, and I provide 2 dark vision corrections." Beta explained: "I can see about fifty meters in range."

Roland twitched: "You are a god-born noble profession, and you have too many practical initial talents."

"Brother Roland, what did you choose for your mage's talent?" Beta asked curiously.

"Two, free from casting materials and magic control." Roland explained: "The first one is that you can tell what it means by listening to the name. Magic control can increase the precise control of magic elements... But strangely, magic control is my fixed talent and cannot be replaced. In essence, I can only choose an initial talent."

Beta was stunned for a moment: "All ordinary professions can be free to choose two initial talents."

"So I don't know what's going on. So I've always suspected that I can inject a lot of magic into a molded magic, which may be related to this talent." Roland shrugged: "There's so much to do with this game... it's here."

The two of them walked while chatting, and before they knew it, they had already walked out of the forest.

There is a plain ahead.

On the horizon, there is a faint spot of light shaking.

That is the visual effect of a large number of torches on the city wall being blown by the wind, and it is an illusion.
Chapter completed!