But his expression is a bit solemn now.

Because he still has no way to use magic.

All the magic elements around were emptied by the Great Sclerosis Technique.

A magic vacuum formed.

I feel like living on Earth.

Roland subconsciously shook his hand, then looked up at the opposite side: "Isn't the big cleavage single? Or it's a very small range effect, what about you? "

"Why do I say that I was a former demigod? It's not a very reasonable thing to have my own trick?"

Following the rough air, Jaberso laughed and was quite proud: "Without magic, what are you fighting with me?"

"You are not the same?" Roland asked back.

"Don't treat me as a waste who never trains." Jaberso jumped slightly from left to right, clenched his fists with his hands, and put on a boxer-like posture: "As a noble, I have practiced swordsmanship and boxing, which is also a compulsory course for the nobles of our era."

"That's it." Roland quietly watched the other person jumping left and right.

"Tell you something, this range-type large cleavage technique only lasts five minutes." Jabersau smiled proudly, "This is a special spell that I have optimized, with its own terrain effect. You can't escape within these five minutes. So, either you kill me, or I'm beaten to death by you."

Looking at the arrogant Jaberso, Roland chuckled.

"Then it's as you wish."

With a slightly lowered body, Roland exerted force on both feet and rushed to Jabersor at an extremely fast and exaggerated speed.

Then there was a side leg whip with a sound boom.

Jaberso deserves to be a practice, but he instinctively blocked his head with his big hands.

But when he was thrown off by this leg, his hands were bent and deformed like plasticine, and then Roland swept the whole person several meters to the left, and rolled a few times.

At this time, he lay on the ground with a miserable look on his face, looking at the sky, and was stunned at first, and then severe pain spread all over his body.

Before he could taste the pain, he vomited blood again.

Roland's leg whip was broken, and the bones on half of Jabersau's left and the bones on both hands were broken.

Several broken ribs were inserted into his lungs and into his heart.

If he has magic power, he can instantly use healing techniques to save his life.

But sadly, he used the Great Scaling Technique to dispel the magic power.

"Are you... a magic swordsman?"

Jabersau, who had a lot of blood foam in his mouth, spoke quite unsatisfiedly.

Roland walked over and shook his head: "No. a pure mage."

"This...is impossible!"

"Because I have a legendary woman." Roland laughed.

The "legendary body" obtained by Andonara was played a huge role at this time.

With this special legendary expertise, Roland was able to "survive" by Andorana's industrial vise.

You can imagine how powerful this expertise is.

All-round strengthening**.

Besides, Andonara will practice and practice sword skills with Roland if she has something to do.

So Roland has sufficient melee experience.

Of course, Roland lost badly, and never won in or under the bed.

"Okay, you should die." Roland walked to Jabersau and said, "What are the last words."

"You are willing to be Misla's lackey... Why? What about your mage's...dignity?"

The other party also wanted to use rhetoric to escape and survive.

Roland said lightly: "Let's not talk about the matter of Misla. It's damn it if you kill more than a hundred foreigners."

"So that's it!" A blush appeared on Jaberso's face. This was a sign of the reflection of the light, and his voice became powerful and normal. "For the sake of everyone's face, I beg you for something."

"Say, I will decide whether to agree to you after listening to the content."

"Let my family go." Jaberso's head moved, signaling that there was something in his magic robe: "I have my magic experience on my body, a manual that has been written for more than 30 years. It should be very valuable to you."

Roland sneered: "I can take it from you even if you die."

"There is a magical secret." Jaberso smiled with difficulty: "I don't have much time, swear."

"All right."

Roland uses his mental power to communicate the prayers of the God of Contract.

"I swear that after I get Jaberso's magical experience, I will let his family go."

The blue transparent scale appeared between the two and then slowly disappeared.

"Okay." Jaberso smiled with confidence: "The magic lock is very simple. It uses pink flowers on the grassland to make ink, then mixes it with thunder magic, and finally soaks the book in the juice... By the way, can I bury my body on the spot? I don't want the old woman to see..."

Jaberso's eyes gradually closed.

In less than ten seconds, there was no sound.

Roland waited on the spot for a while. After the great cleavage disappeared, he used the hand of a small mage to search the body of the dead and took out the magic manual.

Because Jaberso had been waterproofed, the manual was not stained with blood.

Then Roland used fossils as clay technique and was about to sank Jaberso into the ground for burial, but he suddenly turned around and looked back.

Not long after, an old woman slowly walked over there.

Jaberso's wife.

The gray-haired old woman.

She hugged the black wine pot that Jaberso had thrown away before and walked over calmly.

Roland frowned.

The old woman saw Jaberso's body, and she slowly walked over, touching Jaberso's smooth and breathless face, with tears in her eyes.

Roland looked at her quietly.

"Can I take his body home?" the old woman turned her head and looked at Roland.

Her expression was very calm, without a trace of hatred.

Roland was silent for a while, and then asked, "A few days ago, you told Jaberso that you wanted to drink red wine, but in fact you said it to me on purpose."

If it weren't for this sentence, Roland would definitely not have doubted "Bakrum".

So it can be said that this old woman betrayed Jaberso.

"So his real name is Yabosso?" The old woman helped her husband sort out the face and wiped the blood on his face, and said slowly: "I only then did I know his real name after fifty-year marriage. But I think the name Beckrum sounds much better."

"Why should I disclose information to me? He is not your husband? Aren't you very loving?"

The old woman didn't say anything, but a faint magical reaction began to appear on her body.

Soon, a whirlwind wrapped the two of them.

Each person and his corpse slowly floated up.

Although this old woman can use magic skills, she is actually not strong.

"Because I am the storm priest." The old woman murmured to herself with a painful expression: "It is our responsibility to eradicate evil. In my opinion, the Beckrum is really good, but for some reason, I felt that the evil spirit in him is getting heavier and heavier. I have never understood it. Until half a year ago, I suddenly had a whim and I dedicated the wine I had drunk to our storm goddess. Then the oracle came down and said that he was already a demon."

"So you killed your relatives for justice?"

"I don't want to kill him. He is my favorite man and my husband. But the goddess asked me to kill him. He said he must die! Because he did so many wrong things."

Roland asked curiously: "So, I'm a little curious. Are you revealing your husband's feet to me? Is it for justice or just to obey your goddess's ordinance?"

“All.”

"He killed someone just to help you prolong your life."

"So I love him and hate him. Why did he secretly drink those things?" The old woman's face shed two tears: "I followed the goddess's teachings throughout my life, keeping chastity, doing good deeds, and not fighting with others. Originally, I could enter the kingdom of God, but now, my soul is unclean, and the door of the kingdom of God has been closed to me. I hope that his death will make the goddess forgive the stain on me. Koratonasi!"

The old woman with grief resisted the crying, took her husband's body, held by a whirlwind and disappeared from a distance.

Leave the pain of being embarrassed by love and hate.
Chapter completed!