"I'm not joking." Roland heaved a sigh. "This thing is really here to talk about our wallets."
As he spoke, the translucent ghost crawled out of the tomb. Standing three meters away from them, it roared and walked at them slowly. When they were closer, they could see more clearly that there was no emotion in the ghost's eyes except for the killing intent that seemed to regard them as food.
The two of them continued to retreat. Betta waved his longsword and swallowed before he asked, "This thing looks rather creepy. Brother Roland, do you have any experience in meetings?"
"Of course not!" Roland said helplessly. "I've only seen Falken's soul form before this. I can't attack Falken, can I?"
"Brother Roland, tell me your battle plan." Betta stopped retreating and stood in front of Roland. "You'd better hurry."
A transparent spear suddenly appeared in the ghost's hand. Seeing that, Roland knew that the ghost was not to be messed with either in terms of its maliciousness or its actual actions. Who knew if the ghost had any special abilities? After all, ghosts were usually strong in the legends.
"I'll try to control him first." Roland took out his magic staff from his Backpack and said quickly, "Jump up now."
Betta didn't know what was going on, but he jumped as high as he was told. As half a Warrior, his jump was at least two meters high.
Just as Betta jumped up, Roland pointed his magic staff down.
Ice Ring!
He cast the spell silently.
Ice Ring was Roland's third most familiar spell. He could easily cast it silently.
The white ice ring spread out on the ground. In midair, Betta saw a layer of frost wherever the ice ring passed.
The ghost didn't seem to have much intelligence. It walked slowly to them, only to be frozen by the ice ring. Then, it struggled and uttered weird shrieks.
It was not only unpleasant but also harsh.
Roland had an urge to cover his ears.
Betta landed from the sky. Seeing that the ghost was under control, he said in delight, "Well done, Brother Roland. Now it's up to me. Charge!!!"
After a weird noise, Betta turned into a blurred shadow and raised his sword at the ghost, but the ground was already slippery. He lost his balance and fell the moment he activated Charge.
Then, he curled his body and rolled on the ice, like a bowling ball moving at high speed, leaving afterimages in his wake as he crashed into the screaming and struggling ghost.
Roland was stunned. He watched in a daze as Betta spun and crashed into the ghost. Then, he ran through the ghost's legs and rolled into the tomb ahead with a miserable scream.
This … is not my fault.
Roland was stunned for a moment. Then, he came back to himself and instantly launched a self-exploding Inferior Fireball at the ghost.
This time, Roland only added a little magic power, and the Inferior Fireball exploded three meters away, tearing the specter into pieces.
The flames even melted the ice on the ground into water.
The enemy was gone, but Roland was still quite vigilant. After all, in many novels and movies, ghosts could be reborn.
He feared that the ghost would suddenly appear and attack him if he relaxed.
But after waiting for a long time, there was no sign of the ghost, and the cold air in the air was slowly disappearing.
The ghost didn't come, but Betta crawled out of the tomb.
He looked rather disheveled. His blue and black noble robe was covered in dust, and several patches of his face were missing. Seeing that, Roland almost laughed out loud.
"Brother Roland, where's the ghost?" Betta stood up and looked around warily.
Roland looked around and said, "It must've been blown up by the Inferior Fireball. It seems rather weak."
Relieved, Betta put the longsword back into his Backpack and said, "It should be something like a wild monster, but it seems immune to physical attacks. When I rolled past his body, I actually used my sword to slash at his feet. But when the sword slashed past, it was like passing through an illusion. There was no obstruction at all. "
Roland nodded. "Yes, just like in other games, ghosts are afraid of magic attacks."
"Then I'll burn those things with dragon flames next time." Betta seemed rather angry. "I shouldn't have saved the number of spells. I was hallucinating when I fell into the tomb just now."
Hearing this, and recalling how Betta had rolled away screaming like a bowling ball, he almost laughed out loud.
Seeing that Roland was trying to hold back his laughter, Betta said angrily, "Laugh if you want, Brother Roland. Did you do that on purpose just now?"
Absolutely not! Roland flatly denied it.
"Forget it." Betta looked at Roland as if he were a salted fish and then said, "Let's split the coins. I don't think the ghost that just disappeared will talk to us about wallets anymore."
Roland couldn't agree more.
Putting his share of the coins in his Backpack, Roland used Mage to fill the tomb with soil again.
Then, they carefully walked through the ice that hadn't melted yet and returned to the road.
At this moment, it was completely dark. The moon was covered by the clouds, and there was no light in the woods at all.
Thankfully, Roland knew Light Ball. Two Small Light Balls were not enough, so he created four of them, one in front of them and one on each side, illuminating their surroundings.
Night was the world of nocturnal animals, some of which were ferocious carnivores.
Most nocturnal animals were afraid of light that was too bright. As the two of them walked on the mountain path, pairs of green eyes would occasionally roar as they walked through the forest near them.
After a few times, Betta said, "It's a pack of wolves. They're fast and agile."
Roland looked around in the darkness and was slightly surprised. "You can see?"
"I'm a Dragon Disciple Warlock. I can improve my night vision by two," Betta explained. "I can see about fifty meters away."
Roland clicked his tongue. "As a Divine Noble, you have too many practical beginner talents, don't you?"
"Brother Roland, what did you choose as a Mage?" asked Betta curiously.
"Two. Magic Power Control and Magic Power Exemption," Roland explained. Roland explained, "You'll know what the first one means from the name. Magic Power Control can increase the precise control of magical elements … But the strange thing is that Magic Power Control is my fixed talent and cannot be replaced. Essentially, I can only choose one initial talent."
Betta was briefly stunned. "All regular classes can choose two beginner talents, right?"
"So, I don't know what's going on. So, I've always suspected that my ability to inject abundant magic power into a spell might have something to do with this talent. "Roland shrugged." There are too many things to learn in this game … We're here. "
They talked as they walked, and before they knew it, they had already walked out of the woods.
Up ahead was a plain.
On the horizon, there was an indistinct spot of light that was shaking.
It was an illusion caused by the wind when the torches on the city wall were blown by the wind.
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