Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Gliding lizard.

Well...just hearing the name, you might think it is really a lizard. If you really think so and plan to go out and compete with it with a stick, then, congratulations. You'd better have

Have enough money to choose a suitable cemetery for yourself.

Although I don’t know who gave it the name lizard, this thing has nothing to do with lizards.

It can breathe fire and attack enemies with its tail covered with venomous stings. Its venom is extremely dangerous and can even kill a healthy adult man in half a minute. Not only that, it also uses terrifying sharp teeth and fangs.

Bite the enemy, and even attack the enemy with sound waves.

With so many attacking methods, Geralt really wanted to discuss it with the guy who named it - how does this thing look like a lizard?

He also complained to the mage in the same way: "I really don't understand. This damn thing is eight meters long when it grows up. It flies extremely fast and has nothing to do with gliding. They have no eyes at all. They can pass through a kind of thing. I am now

There is also no way to identify the enemy's position. This makes some bombs that can emit strong light to interfere with vision useless."

"The scales are so hard that even if an ordinary silver sword is coated with sword oil, you have to cut it several times to break the skin. Forget it, they have no eyes! There is absolutely no way to deal with ordinary sub-dragon species with them!

Gliding lizard? Who named it?”

"It sounds like you're very concerned about the fact that gliding lizards don't have eyes, Geralt."

"Because I have killed two of these things, one adult and one juvenile. The juvenile one was difficult enough to deal with, and the adult one almost killed me." Geralt replied depressingly.

They were riding horses, and Carrot laboriously carried the witcher across the hillside. What appeared in front of them was a peaceful village. The road was muddy, and women were washing clothes in wooden basins in front of their homes. A few children were washing their clothes.

They were playing with homemade wooden swords at the entrance of the village. Some men were doing carpentry not far from them.

One of the children spotted the two men walking down the hill. He ran into the group of men and said a few words. Soon, some of the men went home and took out hammers or pitchforks.

When Geralt and He Shenyan came to them, the group was already "fully armed". The leader was holding a rusty pitchfork and looked at the two of them calmly. The tension with the people behind them formed.

A sharp contrast.

"Listen, gentlemen. If you are just passing through, then we won't have any objections. But we don't have a hotel or tavern here. If you want to stay overnight, we can also provide clean beds. But if you two are

If you come here and want to do something else, we might have some conflicts."

He was articulate and well organized, which surprised Geralt a little. Generally speaking, such people in the countryside are old people, and time will make them a little wiser. And the leading man looked like he was just a young man.

Forty years old.

"Don't worry, sir." Geralt replied calmly while riding on his horse. "We are just passing through. We are not staying here for the night. We will leave soon. You don't need to worry about us."

The man breathed a sigh of relief: "That would be the best - ah, please forgive my rudeness. But we have had enough of those bastards who come to the village to rob under the guise of passing by. It has happened four times in the past six months, damn it

,What’s going on in this world?”

Hearing these words, He Shenyan raised his head and glanced at a certain house at the end of the village. He nodded: "Yes, I also want to know, what is going on in this world?"

"That's it, Geralt, let's go."

They quickly left this small village on horseback. It was not until their figures disappeared completely that the men breathed a sigh of relief. They continued to do what they were doing before, the men did carpentry, the women washed clothes, and the children

play games.

Everything was orderly and peaceful, except for the sound of suppressed crying coming from a house at the end of the village.

Just ignore this.

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That night.

The man came to the door of the house carrying a hammer. He seemed to have drunk a little. But he was in good spirits. The chest of his shirt was open, revealing his hairy chest and a tattoo in the center.

He opened the door of the house, and with a creak, frightened whimpering sounded again in the house. The moonlight stretched his shadow on the floor. The man shook his head helplessly, and walked into the house with a carpenter's hammer.

Then close the door.

After groping for a long time, he finally found a candle on a table in the corner of the room. After much effort, he finally lit it.

This is the case in this era. If you are not a magician or have a fire source, even if you have flint and steel, it will take a while to light a candle or kerosene lamp. As the candle lights up, the situation inside the house can be seen at a glance.

Five women and three men were tied together, their hands and feet were tied with ropes, their mouths were bulging, and they were stuffed with tattered cloth. At this time, they were shrinking back to the corner, looking at the men with fear on their faces.

.

Seeing this scene, he shook his head again. The carpenter's hammer dangled in his hand and was thrown up and down as easily as a toy.

"I told you not to look so pitiful - you'll only make me upset, ugh."

He squatted down, lowered his head and touched the hammer. The tattoo in the center of his chest was completely exposed. It was a sharp sword wrapped in a circle.

The man said helplessly: "Listen, you will be taken away from here early tomorrow morning. Do you understand? As long as you don't resist and don't cause trouble for us, you won't die. When the caravan arrives at its destination, you will

It will start a new life. It's just a change of city life, no big deal. So don't bang your head against the wall again tonight."

"You can't run away. Oh, hell, I have to go. If I don't go back to bed, I won't be able to get up in the morning. That's all I'm going to say."

The man stood up, stared at them, suddenly grinned, and raised his hammer slightly: "Remember to keep quiet."

That smile and the raised hammer almost fainted the tied man.

"You are so cowardly, my friend, calm down. I have already killed seven people, and I won't be able to do my job if one of you is missing, so don't worry, no one will die today."

He walked to the corner and extinguished the candles, opened the door facing the room, stepped back little by little, and then closed the door again.

There is no lock.

Because the whole village is an insider.

The man turned around happily with a smile on his face, but the smile froze on his face after just a few seconds - because the two passers-by he had seen during the day were standing in front of him at this time.

"You killed seven people?" He heard the man in black robe nod thoughtfully. "Then you might as well die seven times."

Then, he heard a snap of fingers.

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The fourth update is completed.