Chapter 12 12. I Guessed and You Guessed What I Guessed

Listening to the compliments of several guards, the caster accepted it without any humility, "The so-called battles and wars are just means to achieve one's own [purpose]."

"Recognize what you [want], understand what the enemy [needs], and then attack the enemy's hidden areas and weak areas."

"A mage is not a barbarian who can only wield a sword, nor is he a gutter rat who painstakingly studies conspiracy. If a mage needs to fight, then his essence is the same as a general. Gain advantages in combat, strategy, and even war, and attack the opponent's Disadvantage, ultimately crushing and defeating the opponent.”

"This is the mage's [strategic thinking]."

Reciting the contents of the textbook he once attended at the Wiana Magic Military Academy, the caster walked towards Mo Cheng step by step. He had already seen that the black priest's hands and feet had begun to show cracks, which were [pain-ridden] Proof of passing judgment.

"You used your words to pretend to let us relax our vigilance and get a chance to get closer to me. It shows that you are not sure of defeating a mage in a head-on battle."

"Your melee combat skills are better than your holy light. I even doubt whether you are a paladin wearing the wrong priest uniform. But your behavior also exposed your weakness. You know nothing about mages."

"You may think that a mage is at a disadvantage once he is approached, but the warning that mages should avoid being approached has been circulated for a long time. How could we not study what kind of posture we should adopt when it is really unavoidable to avoid being approached? response."

"Kill the patrol officer, five points. Deception, five points. Get close to a mage, five points. Total: fifteen points."

Using a cane to lift Mo Cheng's drooped head, the caster's voice sounded like an examiner's judgment, "If you are lucky enough to be admitted to the strategy class at Wiana Magic Military Academy, then your score will only be fifteen points at most, failing. "

Mo Cheng's body suddenly exploded with countless wounds, blood splattered from them, and [Pain-ridden] exploded completely, causing his life breath to quickly dissipate like a flood.

"0 marks!"

However, Mo Cheng, who should not have continued to speak, actually spit out clear words from his mouth, "You can only get 0 points in the strategy class exam, and you will be expelled!"

"How is it possible?!" The caster couldn't believe it. The judgment of [Pain-ridden] was successful, and it would be impossible for Mo Cheng to survive.

But the thing was so impossible. Not only did Mo Cheng survive, but the flying blood was like a wanderer returning home, floating up from the soil and the rock wall against gravity, and rushing towards Mo Cheng's wound. .

The blood returned, and the breath of the deep sea washed over Mo Cheng from head to toe like a bath, and all wounds healed immediately.

At this time, the caster saw a pair of eyes, a pair of eyes with erect pupils that gave people an invisible pressure. In those eyes, the caster seemed to see a huge creature imprisoned in a volcano in the deep sea.

"you……"

"As a mage, if you can't determine the death of your opponent, you won't be able to get close to him without protection." Mo Cheng's words interrupted the caster's questions, and Mo Cheng's fist exploded the caster's head and life together, "Strategy class, Zero Points, expulsion from school!”

[Ding, get the achievement: I can fight back! 】

[Get 1 skill point. 】

Ignoring the notification from the system, Mo Cheng did not let go of the three guards who had not yet reacted. The three guards who had never reacted this time fell into eternal darkness before they could react. .

After ensuring that all the enemies were dead, the holy light in Mo Cheng's hand lit up, and the pure light destroyed the cell structure of the corpse, turning it into sand and blending into the earth.

As for the remaining items, Mo Cheng simply searched for the presence of coins. Those bows, arrows and weapons all had the coat of arms of the Joestar family. They were obviously items privately made by the Joestar family themselves.

Mo Cheng broke the bow and arrows and weapons, broke the wand, tore the mage's robe into strips, and even took the Night Owl ring out of the cave and threw it in all directions.

The weapon bears the crest of the Joestar family, while the mage's robe and wand are of average quality and are considered junk even if they are worn on the body. The Night Owl ring was a good thing, but Mo Cheng had no use for it, and it was difficult to find a way to sell it.

Regular magic supplies stores will not recycle, but black market recycling is easy to lower the price and be targeted by others. It is better to just throw it away, so as not to worry about Viscount Joestar's people finding you through clues.

Throwing the Night Owl ring away with force, Mo Cheng returned the smile and said: "Who doesn't know that after a low-level mage who has not moved is approached, the habitual reaction is to control and kill by force. The formation time is short, the lethality is strong, and the mana consumption is It’s high, basically if you get close to it, you have to use up all the blue bars to get another one.”

When he was in [Foreign Land], Mo Cheng, who focused on brushing maps and arena PVP, had long understood the subconscious reactions of low-level mages. Use words to trick the opponent into getting closer, then launch an attack brazenly, tricking the opponent into using control skills, and then consume high-damage spells to trigger the critical point of the Kraken's shell and release the control.

And because of the strong physique given by the dragon blood, and the blood of the berserker, which is spring-like, the more serious the injury, the stronger the rebound and recovery. This will directly exhaust the caster's blue bar, and the cloth armor profession without blue will be more fragile than those guards.

"You guessed my reaction, but didn't know that I knew. If you guessed my reaction, you probably failed the mage strategy class."

Mo Cheng, a high-scoring mage strategy class player, has encountered them before and clearly understands how difficult they are. But for this spell caster, Mo Cheng dared to say that this guy's mage strategy class score did not exceed thirty points.

After disposing of the corpse and other iconic items, Mo Cheng also found a burlap package. This kind of package should not be carried by a person with the status of a spell caster, and should not be carried by a pursuer. Inconsequential stuff.

Unwrapping the package, there were some changes of clothes stuffed haphazardly inside, but they were already stained by the blood that had soaked through the package. A tightly tied and bulging money bag, and a small booklet with a hard paper cover.

And... a human head with wide eyes.

The head was nothing to be surprised about. Mo Cheng picked up the head and looked at it carefully. From the appearance, there were many similarities with the little white-haired girl in the cave. They were undoubtedly blood relatives. Combined with the force of the people sent by Viscount Joestar, it is certain that the little girl can live for so long because this person used his life to fight for the little girl's way of survival.

"He's a man."

Gently helping the other person close his eyes, Mo Cheng took a moment to dig a deep hole and bury the head in it.

The pit was dug very deep to ensure that it would not be dug out by wild animals. This was Mo Cheng's highest respect for the man who protected his family with his life.

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