After the Full Level of the Profession

Normal villages and towns, after a war, always take a while to lick the wound, but Xifeng Town does not have this problem. In addition to the 32 people with dumb voices brought about by this war, It didn't cause any loss to the town, so Xifeng Town returned to its usual rhythm in a blink of an eye.

The mayor arranged for a few militiamen to continue their sentry so that other townspeople would continue to do what they should do. Then, he hurriedly came to the church.

At this time, the church is very lively.

The refugees in Baihua Town, plus dozens of refugees from the original stone canyon, have turned the church into a lively market like a vegetable market.

Robb obviously didn't like the excitement. He was sitting on the stone chair where he was lazy every day, and he was directing several townspeople to tie up the necromancer with a rope and hung it on a ceiling fan.

When the mayor saw this picture, his forehead was a little confused: "Father, what are you doing?"

Robb said, "I told him it was okay to let him enjoy the fifth gear ceiling fan."

The mayor didn't understand at all, but he got used to it. Father often had words that he didn't understand at all. Don't ask at this time. If you ask, you still don't understand. Just smile.

The necromancer is hung up, and the ceiling fan is not turned on yet.

Robb smiled and let Xiaoyi, the three adventurers, and the two mayors sit down together. There were countless townspeople in the outer circle craned their necks to watch the excitement. Everyone wanted to see it. Father said the five-speed ceiling fan. What does it mean.

Only Lilian had not come to see, she stood frowning on the side of the refugees from the original rock canyon, her expression gloomy, it was obvious that she was worried for her aunt.

Robb waved to her: "Lilian, come here!"

Lilian came here obediently, trying hard to show Robb a smile, but couldn't laugh at all.

Robb said: "Don't worry, we have discovered that the undead army did not indiscriminately kill the villagers. What they want is occupation and control, not destruction and killing. Maybe your aunt is still alive."

"Huh?" Lilian's spirit suddenly lifted.

But Robb immediately said again: "But it's useless for her to be alive. This kind of aunt who sells her concubine is going to be beaten to death by me."

"Hey?" The expression on Lilian's face immediately fell back.

"Okay, I made fun of you." Robb sighed for a long time: "The poor have everything they need to eat in order to survive. I have not never heard of this kind of thing. Therefore, your aunt, I won't forgive her, but I won't deliberately clean up her... Just ask the necromancer about the situation of the original stone canyon."

"Ah, yes, ask if my aunt this badass is still alive." Lilian looked left and right, and suddenly found the thin bamboo that Robb used to smoke spiders, quickly picked it up, and stood under the ceiling fan.

Golda brought a bowl of cold water over and poured it on the face of the Necromancer.

The latter woke up and turned around...

There was almost no meat on his skinny face, and his hollow eyeballs looked around and found that he was hung on a strange object, with Robb sitting next to him, and a large crowd of onlookers.

When I was about to recite the mantra, I heard Robb smile and said, "Wow, the first thing you do when you wake up is to miss the mantra. If you read it, continue to recite it if you have the seed. Believe it or not, I will finish it in a second. When it came time, it instantly cut you into seventeen or eight pieces."

The necromancer immediately stopped chanting the spell, and people still have to know the current affairs. This situation is still stupid, it is really too stupid.

Robb smiled and said: "Now I ask you to answer. A wrong answer is a third grade, two incorrect sentences are four grades, and three wrong sentences are five grades. Understand?"

The Necromancer said gloomily: "I understand you ghost."

"The first sentence is wrong." Robb deeply regretted his answer: "Well, let you try the third gear first."

He put his hand on the magic container and lightly clicked the switch. This magic container is very interesting. It can determine the speed at which the magic power is released according to the force of the button. So Robb can make it operate with just one tap. Half-speed to release the magic.

The magic power of the wind system stored inside immediately spewed out, blowing on the fan blades under the tree, the fan blades rotated, driving the gears, and the gears driving the gears, crawlers, and gears, and finally, the ceiling fan hung on the tree rotated.

The necromancer felt the power of a spiral from the rope that hangs himself, and then, his whole person rotated with the ceiling fan, and all the scenery around him began to spin quickly, surrounding the faces of the townspeople around him. , It changes in an instant...The picture is so beautiful, oh, no, the picture is so dizzy.

Robb smiled and said, "Lilian, **** him!"

Lilian wanted to smoke this stuff a long time ago. The aunt's life and death still fell on this guy. The bamboo stick in her hand slammed on the necromancer, because the latter was spinning too fast, Lilian I don't know where I got his body, anyway, I don't care about it, just smoke it.

Crackling for a while!

The onlookers next to the townspeople finally understood what a third-speed ceiling fan is, and their faces turned black, thinking: Father's trick is so scary, so scary, we must not make Father angry in the future, if we are also caught Father came with a set of three-stage ceiling fans, which was really miserable.

Twenty seconds later, Robb stopped the ceiling fan.

Although it was only a cricket for twenty seconds, the necromancer had no idea how many times he had turned. He only felt that the sky was spinning, and he didn't know where he was. He vomited out with a "vomit", and all the vomit was thrown up. It's so disgusting that it hurts his chest.

Lilian was so scared that Lilian hurried back a few steps, for fear of vomit splashing on her body.

Robb frowned in disgust: "It's so stinking, come someone, wash him up."

A few refugees from Rough Stone Canyon ran over, took a bucket and splashed on the necromancer, then took a long brush and brushed him on him. In a blink of an eye, the vomit on his body was wiped away, but , The black robe was completely wet and stuck to his body, looking uncomfortable for the thief.

Moreover, the refugees of these rough stone canyons hated him because their homes were occupied by necromancers. When washing them, they took the opportunity to hit him with a few sticks. It was inevitable.

Robb smiled and said, "How about? Is the third gear ceiling fan fun?"

The Necromancer felt his brain tremble, and the whole person was still spinning around in the north, south, east, and west. He said uncomfortably, "I...I've taken it...Don't turn it anymore..."

Robb said: "Well, I will continue to ask you questions now, and the wrong answer will be the fourth gear."

The necromancer obediently admitted: "Excuse me."

Robb said, "You came from the original stone canyon, right?"

"Yes!"