"It's a pity, such a useful **** stick can only be used once."

If there wasn't that berserker, Mo Cheng would probably have persuaded Margaret to take the lycanthropist mother and daughter back to the civilian area first, and go to find out the news by himself.

He has many things that Margaret cannot know, and the effect of [Seventy-two Changes] allows him to exert the greatest effect only when he acts alone.

The body shapes are constantly changing along the way, the heavy shield guards in full body armor, the priests in mage robes, the adventurers with big swords on their backs, often just a blink of an eye, and the image that once appeared in front of others disappears without a trace.

On the road that was once guarded and not allowed to pass, Mo Cheng even clings to the edge of the wall. At the same time, all the colors on his body fade away, blending into the surrounding environment as if invisible.

[Seventy-two Changes] can definitely change not only the shape, but even the color of the body, and Mo Cheng can also feel that [Seventy-two Changes] still has many undeveloped methods.

But it is also very difficult for Mo Cheng to develop skills, because he needs a set of methods that meet the standards of most people in this world to detect the world, and only by borrowing the values ​​and various data of this system can he conduct research and development.

In other words, he may need a part-time magician, and rely on the magic system of this world to study his own abilities.

"The mage profession is so troublesome."

In [Foreign Land], Mo Cheng also tried to create a trumpet, and the profession he chose was naturally the most popular magician, but after he passed the entrance examination of the Wizard Academy, he silently returned to playing his own monk No.

The entrance exam for the Mage Academy is not difficult. The test is about calculation ability, multi-dimensional three-dimensional model structure, sense of space, and some miscellaneous subjects that can be matched with the school curriculum.

At that time, Mo Cheng still remembered that he received a letter of admission to the Master Academy with a good salary and full marks, but he didn't accept it and immediately went offline and deleted his account.

Playing [Foreign Land] is to relax and release stress, but it is obvious that the profession of mage makes Mo Cheng face the classroom life that he absolutely does not want to recall during game time.

In class, he has to face all kinds of strange shapes, and the teacher finds ways to come up with torturous topics that are enough to annoy him. Mo Cheng absolutely does not want to face the mage academy with the atmosphere of high school again when the game is relaxing.

According to the level of education he has, Mo Cheng knows that he can become a legal professional in terms of knowledge base, and there is no problem with his qualifications. The only thing he needs to worry about is how to sneak into Winterhold Magic Comprehensive Academy to attend classes. .

As a glorious priest, his status is naturally not suitable for getting too close to mages.

Putting aside the issue of ability development for the time being, Mo Cheng changed the color of his body along with the different objects he touched and synchronized, and soon felt some unique breath in the air.

Thanks to the blessing that he has dealt with [Yu Ming Thirteen] three times, he is very familiar with the aura and some characteristics of Li Gaoye's mana monk. The white porridge in it is conspicuous at a glance.

"Oh, I found it."

Unsurprisingly, this group of prison escapees from Li Gaoye was hiding in the sinking area. Mo Cheng took a look at their hiding place, judging from the size of the house and the decoration outside the door, the person who arranged the place for them was not low-status.

Mo Cheng slowly approached the room where the mana monk's breath came from, while carefully avoiding many warning devices.

Although what Mo Cheng, a monk who once worshiped in the [Shadow Sect], does most often is to rush into a certain fortress where many troops are stationed, and then kill the commander of the fortress in public, and then [clean up] the entire fortress. .

Assassination? Kill everyone who has seen me, and no one will know that I have been here.

Isn't this assassination?

Even in [Shadow Sect], he is a relatively strange existence, but this does not affect his understanding of the limit distance of various warning devices and the operation method of the alarm barrier.

Although he seldom uses skills such as stealth, assassination, and sneak attack, he is not unproficient.

Approaching the house, the first thing he heard was a heart-piercing cough. Mo Cheng wrinkled his head and looked up to the second floor where the sound came from. Although the window was open, it was obvious that he couldn't just approach directly like this.

After Mo Cheng looked around for a week, a jump jumped onto the tree facing the window on the second floor, and transformed into a branch.

While monitoring the mana monk in the house, and at the same time searching for the ninjas hiding everywhere through the high-level vision, to a certain extent, Mo Cheng and the ninjas can be regarded as colleagues.

"Well, the ninjas of Li Gaoye, if I remember correctly, they should be called [Ling Yuzhong]. Take the peacock feathers on the back of the [Peacock Daming King] enshrined in Li Gaoye, and wipe away the dirty in secret for Li Gaoye's glorious image. Cleaner."

Li Takano's mana monks are troublesome, but their ninjas are not as famous and powerful as those ninjas in [Koga] [Iga]. But for a profession like a ninja, the ability to escape is top-notch.

If Mo Cheng wanted to kill this group of people, the ninja would definitely do it first.

"About seven ninjas, except for one leader at the [Ling] level, the others are not enough."

Just as Mo Cheng was thinking about **** seven ninjas at once in the shortest time, the mana monk in the room finally finished coughing, and the samurai beside him hurriedly brought over a glass of water.

"Fujitani, what's going on today?"

"Master, the group of people I met before will come to visit today. At the same time, the earl who helped us has been sending people to try to contact us."

"Let a ninja contact the earl, there is no need to do anything." The mana monk drank the water slowly, "Only if we are not found in the dark, the remaining ones will not be discarded after use~www .lightnovelpub.net~ We have done what should be done, and paid for Naraka's life, we deserve it."

After speaking, the mana monk asked again: "When will those people come over?"

"We have come, heretics from across the ocean."

The samurai named Fujitani's face changed, and he directly drew his knife and slashed towards somewhere in the room, but before that, there was already a deadly sickle on his shoulder and neck.

The long-handled scythe reflecting the gloomy light told Fujitani that this rare weapon would really take away his head and life like the scythe of death.

"Fujitani, don't lose your courtesy, come back."

Listening to the order of the mana monk, Fujitani put away the knife, not caring at all that the sickle on his shoulder and neck would kill him.

After bowing slightly and saying "Excuse me", he returned to stand behind the mana monk.

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