For the average person, divine spells were a gift from the gods, and outsiders couldn't learn them.
Whether it was righteous or evil, many people felt that this was basic common sense.
But as Roland learned more and more spells and his own level increased, his mental power grew stronger and stronger, and he could feel more and more things.
For example, danger perception and bullet time were just side effects.
After his mental power was strong, the real power was that he seemed to be able to feel the tip of the iceberg when the other party used magic.
In other words, he could vaguely feel the path of the spell model, even though it was only a few nodes.
But this was groundbreaking progress.
It wasn't difficult to go from one to nine, it was difficult to go from zero to one.
The drows looked at Roland, silent for a moment, and said, "Sir, we're using divine spells, not magic."
"It doesn't matter if it's divine spells, as long as you use them a few more times." Roland smiled and said, "Don't worry, if I'm sure I can't learn it, I'll let you go."
The three drows were relieved.
They then, at Roland's request, kept taking turns to use Soundproof Barriers.
At any time, Roland could only capture a few nodes, but he wasn't in a hurry. Every time he captured a node, he recorded it and wrote it down with the notepad that came with the system.
These three drows didn't have much magic power, and each of them would run out of mana after casting Soundproof Barriers three to four times. In less than half a day, Roland had drained them of their magic power.
Looking at the three dispirited drows, Roland smiled and said, "Come stay in my small building, I have enough food. Take your time after you recover your magic power, I'm not in a hurry."
The three drows looked at Roland's smile, and for some reason, they had the illusion that they were looking at a demon.
Next, the three drows ate and slept, slept and ate, put up a few Soundproof Barriers in the middle, and were raised like pigs.
In Roland's Backpack, there was a lot of food and dry rations. After all, for him, there was nothing worth storing, so he subconsciously stuffed a lot of dry rations into it. It was purely a kind of backpack obsessive-compulsive disorder, always wanting to fill it up.
Unexpectedly, a large amount of dry rations came in handy in this situation.
For the past ten days, the three drows had been very well-behaved.
One reason was that Roland was indeed stronger than them.
The drows were a very realistic race that worshipped strength. After being defeated, they would not act recklessly if there was no chance of winning.
On the other hand, the food that Roland took out made them very happy.
Roland had always thought that the drows had something to eat. After all, it wasn't mentioned in the books.
However, in reality, the prairie he was currently in didn't produce much food.
There were very few animals as well. Most of them were birds and insects.
The kingdom of the drows was built underground, and there was less food underground. Most of it was in the hands of the big shots.
So many times, the hungry drows would come to the surface to look for food.
The rations that Roland gave were all meat … This was a rare delicacy for the drows. Even the rations were delicacies, and they could fill their stomachs.
Therefore, they had no intention of running away.
Instead, she tried even harder to seduce Roland, wanting to stay by his side.
It was just that Roland was unmoved.
Roland was also wondering. At first, these drows were still vaguely rebellious, but now, they were very well-behaved.
Of course, being well-behaved was a good thing.
Then after a few more days, Roland finally memorized all the magic nodes of the Soundproof Barrier.
He looked at the dense nodes on the notepad, then smiled at the three drows and said, "Okay, you can go."
As a result, none of the three drows moved.
One of them even said, "Sir, how about we follow you?"
"What are you thinking?" Roland chuckled. "Drows are evil creatures and are hostile to us humans. Under normal circumstances, a drow entering the human world will be beaten unless she wears a slave ring around her neck. "
"Then why didn't you kill us, sir?"
Roland thought for a moment and said, "I didn't see you do anything bad for the time being, so I couldn't do it. Besides, you didn't want to kill me before, you just wanted to kidnap me, right? "
In fact, Roland's conjecture was indeed correct. The three drows did have the intention of kidnapping Roland and bringing him back to the underground kingdom to breed.
In the matriarchal drows, a woman often had three or four husbands, and they had strong self-esteem.
Having more than one human husband was nothing at all.
And Mages had always been their first choice for mating.
Looking at the stunned expressions of the three drows, Roland was about to snap his fingers and teleport away, but he suddenly remembered something, took out a throwing knife from his backpack, and said to the drow who had thrown the knife at him before, "This is a magic weapon, you can enchant it?"
The drow nodded, a look of anticipation flashing in her eyes.
The other two drows looked at her jealously.
"Can you teach me enchantment?"
The drow nodded vigorously. "Although my enchantment ability isn't great, I can teach you all the basic knowledge."
"Well, you stay."
The drow was instantly delighted, and at the same time, she looked proudly at her two companions next to her.
The other two drows gave her a resentful look, then left with a very reluctant expression.
Roland let the drow sit down and said, "Learning enchantment wasn't one of my previous conditions. When you teach me the basics, I'll pay you some gold coins."
The drow laughed and said, "Your Excellency is very principled, much more responsible than the males of the drows."
Roland had no interest in the drow's flattery and asked, "How much do I have to pay?"
"Before that …" The drow looked at the cocoon hole above her head and said, "We have to get out of here. I know my people too well, they will soon return to the underground kingdom and then find friends and relatives to 'entertain' us. "
Roland wasn't surprised; he had actually considered this. "Then do you have any place to hide your tracks?"
The drow stood up, nodded, and said, "Yes. Also, Your Excellency, you can call me Mirna. "
Roland wasn't a very autocratic person, and he listened to Mirna's persuasion and changed locations, walking at least thirty kilometers across the grassland before burrowing into an underground pit.
"I dug this myself. I originally wanted to spend my last days here when I was too old to pick up a weapon, and it was also my graveyard."
Standing in the round pit, Mirna's expression had a strange and eerie look.
Roland subconsciously took two steps back. He had just felt a strange power in Mirna's body.
It wasn't Mirna's power; it seemed to have been briefly possessed by something.
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