Chapter 382: Conversation with the dead

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Zhao Xu's remarks immediately caused everyone to fall into deep thought.
Although Zhao Xu had seen instant death spells before, he could even use his staff to cast instant death spells.
But these are still too far away from ordinary low-level adventurers.
Those who really get there won't have a chance to stand here.
Because as long as the toughness save does not survive the death spell, and there is no such immunization method as the "anti-death barrier," then ordinary civilians will basically die properly without spell resistance.
It's just that the instant death spell itself has too many rings, and it didn't make a name among the civilians.
So everyone did not react to this possibility at first.
Death spell, too far away from them.
The same is true for mages. When the mages reach the stage where they can cast the finger of death, this spell can no longer enable them to deal with enemies at that stage.
After mentioning a word, Zhao Xu has already moved forward and walked directly towards the tent where the corpse was parked.
Vivienne is guarding behind him, facing this girl with extraordinary combat power, many people have no thought of fighting.
After seeing Zhao Xu entering the tent, among the remaining adventurers, some of the identities could not help but follow.
After most of the silent exchanges, everyone vaguely confirmed one thing.
That was Zhao Xu and the bodyguard next to him, neither of whom were natives of Lucca City.
According to the apprentice pastor's speculation, the charming woman who succeeded in beheading the wanderer with a very subtle sword, was probably a paladin.
Because the sword that swept away the evil, in all likelihood, it was the evil sword!
Paladins seldom succumb to five buckets of rice. Unless they conform to their beliefs and beliefs in their hearts, they rarely accept outside tasks.
Naturally, everyone immediately guessed that the man who could be protected by a paladin was probably the senior priest of the temple.
Coupled with the recent storm of migration and escape, several keen players even made bold judgments.
The man in front of him is likely to be a middle-to-high-level clergyman who went to serve in the Northern Alliance.
Now following them and walking in the mist, it is natural to protect everyone.
Thinking about it this way, it also means that the place next to this pastor is the safest place.
After Zhao Xu entered a tent that was not spacious, about the size of a single dormitory, he noticed that another group of players followed in immediately, like a cat.
But Zhao Xu didn't care, he walked straight to the dead bard, even if he migrated to the Northern Alliance, he still wore a luxurious dress instead of the inlaid leather armor common to poet adventurers.
At this time, the poet's eyes opened wide, and his pupils had been enlarged, cold and stiff, and he obviously couldn't believe that he would die like this suddenly.
"Vivienne, have you ever contacted a bard?" Zhao Xu asked.
Vivienne shook her head.
Only then did the people behind him know that this beautiful young lady paladin was named Vivian.
It's just that they tried hard to recall, they couldn't remember that there was such a female paladin named Vivian in the nearby city.
The appearance and posture of the other party are so good, it stands to reason that they have not heard of it.
"Bard wandering around, collecting local legends, and then narrating them. They use music as a magic medium to make the audience happy or sad."
Having said this, Zhao Xu's voice paused, Ruoyoruowu observing the traces of the corpse.
He glanced at the other player poet in the room.
Poets are easier to cast magic because they sing themselves, and they are far easier to complete vocational training than wizards and priests, so they have become popular candidates for players recently.
It's just that a bard is easy at level 1, but difficult at level 2.
Players already know that fighting monsters is not the only way to level up. Many bards have played countless goblins, and they are about to get the title of goblin killer, and still can't feel the arrival of level 2.
Finally, I had no choice but to choose a circuitous route for part-time job promotion.
"Sir, can you say a few more words about the poet?"
At this time, standing in the corner, another group of poet players who accompanied the deceased, the whole person seemed confused, as if they had received a huge blow.
But his eyes were very bright at this moment, as if he had caught the road ahead.
For a while, everyone else around looked at the inexplicable dialogue between the two in surprise.
When Zhao Xu heard this sentence, he also knew that he was not showing it to the blind.
He has been concerned about the difficulty of poets to break through this aspect in the forum before.
It's just that he hasn't performed too much in other professions recently, and it happens to be this time to spread the "secret".
The Arthurian adventurers that Lucca City heard were not poets themselves and did not touch them deeply. At the same time, they were not poets and did not have a proper communication channel.
The poet player is different, not to mention that he has tools such as forums and networks.
At this time, the other players, looking at the poet who was the same player, looked like they were worshipping the mysterious man, and realized that something very unusual was happening before them.
"Poets need to face all kinds of people." Zhao Xu continued to talk about the content recorded in the biography written by the of poets in the legendary library.
"So they often work as diplomats, coordinators, couriers, scouts, or spies."
In a few words, Zhao Xu has already outlined what careers poets should pursue and what they should usually do.
He also noticed that other players who were not poets also listened in silence.
"What does this mean?" A barbarian who didn't understand the situation was puzzled.
Others immediately tugged at the animal skins under him, "Don't talk too much, this is teaching preaching."
"If the poet decides to participate in the storm in Lucca City, what should he do?" The poet player immediately asked.
When Zhao Xu heard it, he replied directly, "The magic of a poet comes from the heart, so you need to follow your inner choice. Good poets can bring hope and courage to the unfortunate, and use magic to fight the villain’s tricks. Even in the face of tyrants, they will Resist tyranny and inspire the persecuted in the process of fleeing."
As for the evil pastor who manipulates people's hearts and deceives the audience to collect offerings, Zhao Xu does not intend to say more.
"Dare to ask Mr.'s name?" At this moment, the poet player standing in the corner, standing bowed, bowed towards Zhao Xu.
He already knew that many poet players must find a way to break through the barrier because of what the other party said.
"This is not what I said, it was Dedalaner." Zhao Xu said lightly.
This name also made everyone feel dizzy, and fell silent for a moment.
Dedalaner, the of poets and music.
They don't call him by name like Zhao Xu.
Without waiting for everyone’s sigh, Zhao Xu has already raised his hand to cast a spell
A "Talk to the Dead" spell that originally took 10 minutes to cast, was instantly compressed into a round of time by Zhao Xu's multi-talented caster.
The corpse that had already died and began to be cold, slowly regained its vitality.
In this way, the dead bard ~EbookFREE.me~ suddenly sat up.
"Scam?"
This change scared several timid girls instantly.
Several people present had participated in this private autopsy just now, and they were quite sure that the body was completely dead.
"No, but it shouldn't be necromantic magic. It should be transformed into an undead creature, right?" other spellcasters sighed.
"Don't talk nonsense, this is'Talk to the Dead', a three-ring magic."
The middle-aged soldier who started the autopsy immediately corrected.
He who has worked for the temple has also seen this kind of magic.
At this time, everyone didn't dare to disturb Zhao Xu, all looked at the soldier, waiting for his answer.
"This spell can temporarily restore a little life and intelligence to a corpse so that it can answer questions."
"This spell is powerful. It just restores the body of the corpse to fragments of consciousness, so even if the soul dissipates, this spell can work."
At this time, Zhao Xu asked the poet who "woke up".
The dead poet also answered dryly: "I don't know..."
"I just started to fall asleep, suddenly my whole person became confused like this, and then I lost my life."
The words of the poet are so slurred, in stark contrast with the sharp teeth in his lifetime.
Zhao Xu also managed to distinguish for a while before he knew what he was talking about.
Everyone originally saw Zhao Xu cast such a magical spell, thought they could capture the truth, and were looking forward to it.
Who ever thought that everything is still so unclear.
At this time, the corpse continued to say, "I only remember that at the last moment I lost consciousness, I seemed to see a mysterious pattern."
"Thunder strikes the ground, and the water rolls into flames."
The pattern of the mysterious cemetery!
It is also the clue of the notebook!
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