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Chapter 323: Start.
For the master-level powerhouse, there are no secrets for all creatures below the official level!
Strictly speaking, this sentence is a bit exaggerated. After all, even if the information about the strong above the official level is known by the weak below the official level, this information itself has a little effect of shielding the prophecy spell, and the prophecy spell is not to check the role. Templates, even if you want to search for a thing, you need some key clues and a relatively small range. After all, the multiverse is too big. I don’t know how many people have the same name and the same surname. Using only one name to make predictions can only get vague. Large chunks of messy information with unknown meaning.
However, it should be very simple for punk to use prophecy spells to detect a little nobleman who has absolutely no official level from Bin Rachel. He has narrowed the scope to the realm of Dragon's Roar, and the preconditions for prophecy are also set at In one hundred and thirteen years, money bought 17 kilograms of "White Butterfly Wings" from the "Shining Shell" Feikong Port."
With such a detailed content, it stands to reason that the prediction of punk should be perfectly correct, but...
"Um... ask, does the nobleman named Gable-Lutaus use his real name?"
After using five or six prophecies, the punk standing in an unremarkable mountain jungle frowned and dissipated the rich magical energy around him, and then he looked at Bin Rachel with an unpleasant expression:
"Mr. Nocanni, according to the prophetic spells, there is no noble named Gable Lutos in this dragon roar kingdom. If he is blocked by the prophetic spells, the conclusion will only be "not prophesied." ", rather than "there is no such person, so, bin Rachel, when can your intelligence be more reliable"?
Seeing punk's eyes full of contempt and disdain, the good-tempered bin Rachel couldn't help but become annoyed:
"Can you blame me? My consignment from the airport is a bit wrong. It is normal for customers to use pseudonyms. Is your black market still forcing customers to register with their real names? Do you think you are depositing money at the Church of the Goddess of Fortune? Huh?
Seeing that Rachel was also trending to get angry, Punk did not continue to pursue it. Although he felt that his partner did not take the responsibility of providing intelligence as he said at the beginning, but now the enemy is not in conflict, let alone. Bin Rachel’s complaint is indeed not unreasonable.
Finally, punk sighed and rubbed his temple vigorously:
"It doesn’t matter if the name is fake. If there are nationalities and detailed events, I still have a little way to predict the names of the real participants, but if the nationalities are still fake... then I can’t help it! Don’t get me wrong, just ask in advance. It’s because you need some spell-casting materials for the next time. These materials are quite precious. If you are not sure whether your nationality is true or false, then you don’t need to waste materials."
"You look down on people too much by saying that. With my business reputation for thousands of years, I will put it here today-my nationality will never be fake! I still know where my goblin airship flies, If the nationality is false, I will accompany you to cast materials"!
Faced with punk's questioning, Bin Rachel’s old face was a bit unbearable. All the way along the way, except for fights, he could only do anything but look at the mage who made the word Rachel himself feel embarrassed.
Hearing what bin Rachel said so categorically, Punk stopped taunting the old man. Although he really wanted to ask if Bin Rachel had any redemption points to pay for himself, but...think about it now. It's better not to irritate this guy too much. When things get to this point, both punk and bin Rachel will be angry, and random provocations are not wise for both parties.
Without entangled with these bad questions, punk took out a small crystal directly, and then quickly chanted the spell in the ancient "Meranda language".
"Master-level prophecy spells-Mingming's inquiry"!
This spell is already punk’s strongest prophetic spell besides "filthy foresight". In order to assist the spell and improve the effect of the spell, punk had to take out the soul of the "bad body worm" stored in the crystal as the casting material. As soon as his few "dormant" fierce-body worms died, this is where punk is more distressed-fierce-body worms are very expensive!
Fortunately, punk's prophecy finally succeeded this time.
"Wine Ting, only got this name."
In the eyes of Bin Rachel expecting, punk spoke the name unhurriedly.
"But there's one more bad news to tell you--the Zordas family is very thorough in deceiving people, I'm sure! Ovakin-Sourmaw's casting level is definitely higher than mine, because... ...... Even if I use the strongest prophecy spell, I can't predict anything other than the name! The prophecy shielding spell blessed by Wynn can't be broken at all."
Although he got some clues, punk's eyes grew colder.
When people are unlucky, they really have to drink cold water. Isn't this? In less than a day, bad news came one after another, and now the result that caused punk the most headache was once again presented-the black dragon that damned had a spell level of at least 17!
"Wine Ting, I know, this person is quite famous in Dragon Roar Kingdom... But you are sure... that dragon has a higher caster level than you"?
When I asked this, Bin Rachel's face turned pale. A dragon spellcaster of at least 17th level still occupies the right place, the right place, and the right people on his territory. What does it mean? Representing a “hunting” that was originally ten-and-a-half is inexplicably turned into a life-and-death battle, and the opponent is also good at prophecy and alchemy. There is a country that backs up a few master-level golems.
"...The damn Zordas family is going crazy...or...or let's stop fighting. Seriously, I'm really not good at fighting this kind of clandestine mage, let alone here. That dragon's site............".
Of course, Bin Rachel was a little bit confused. After all, his "hedonistic mage" is not the type who is good at fighting. It's okay to fight the wind. If he fights life and death... Punk thinks Bin Rachel is choking. Able to fight a berserker who has just reached the fifteenth level.
But unlike bin Rachel’s idea, punk would not just retreat like this. In his view, the enemy is a powerful wizard who is also good at alchemy spells. It does not only mean master-level golem helpers and weird spell potions. , It also represents a huge amount of wealth and resources!
Punk is not a person who dares not take risks, and there are three master-level powerhouses including Gioni-Zodas here. Although Bin Rachel is a little bit watery, Gioni...I can’t believe it, but it’s true. There is still a 60% chance of winning when you get up. Take 10,000 steps back to say............
"Haitrazi's magic box......I can't beat it, can't I still run"?
Feeling the small magic box placed close to the heart, punk quickly felt relieved. With sufficient confidence, punk summoned new mana rays without hesitation. Then, he unswervingly said to bin Rachel:
"It's not time to escape, we will tie up that Wyan now, and when the memory is searched out, we will pretend to know nothing and go to the Zordas family! Gioni-Zordas...thinks Let us be thugs? Ha ha! Look for a chance to kill him!"
End of this Chapter
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