Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Afterwards, he asked quite curiously. "Introduce myself, I am a sixth-level bard."

Occupation, level. It's something that I don't understand again. If you talk too much, you will lose, so Painhurs chose to show a confused expression, let the other party go to the brain to make up a reasonable explanation.

"No, that clan didn't even teach you the most basic class level? Or, you little wild horse, just forgot about it?" The petite black mare let out a helpless sigh. On the dark and smooth skin, a pair of strange **** eyes flashed suspicious sparks. "Okay! I will teach you again. Close your eyes and start meditating in your mind! Then you will be able to see the true power of your own."

"Meditation? What is that?" Painhurs asked strangely.

"Close your eyes and let yourself go. You can try a few times and find the feeling." Christian rolled his eyes and placed the orc skull under the ewe. With his dexterous hands, he skillfully pushed the ewe full of milk. Breast, once again squeeze out a big bowl of hot milky white liquid. "Ah, the igloo is so warm, I don't want to go out anymore, you want a bowl."

"No... Is it really okay for you to drink it raw like this, there will be a lot of bacteria in it." Painhurs rejected the other's kindness. "The streams in the wild, the milk of livestock, must be boiled before drinking. This will kill most of the bacteria lurking in the water."

"Really? You wild child knows a lot about inexplicable knowledge. But in the hundred years of human history, everyone just drank it directly." Christian didn't care and kissed the vessel made from the skull. On the edge, gently sip the goat's milk. "Meditate quickly and don't divert the subject."

"...Let's do it with you." Painhurs shook his head speechlessly. Silently closed his eyes, trying to vacate himself, and after a while, countless tadpole-sized universal characters appeared densely in his mind.

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Name: Painhurs Level: Level 7 (Level 6 Monster + Level 1 Warlock)

Centaur: extra +8 strength +4 agility +4 physique +2 perception-2 intelligence (human soul does not reduce intelligence)

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Strength: (6)

Agility: 20 (5)

Physique: 16 (3)

Intelligence: 12 (1)

Perception: 10 (0)

Charm: 16 (3) (Level 4 + 1)

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Health: 48 (4D8+1D4+15)

Defense level: 17 (10+3 natural +5 agility adjustment value-1 large size), contact 14, flat-footed 15

First attack adjustment: +5 (+5 agility adjustment value)

Basic attack bonus: +4.

Horseshoe +4 attack, damage 1D6+6.

Long sword +9 attack (+4 basic attack +6 strength adjustment -1 size), damage 2D6+6, heavy blow 19-20/*2.

Compound longbow +8 attack (+4 basic attack +5 agility adjustment -1 size), damage 2D6+6 heavy blow*3, range 600 feet.

Grappling +14 (+4 basic attack +4 size +6 strength adjustment)

Speed: 65 feet

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Fortitude save +4 (+3 Constitution modifier + 0 warlock + 1 man)

reflection

Save +9 (+5 agility modifier + 0 warlock + 4 horses)

Will save +6 (+0 Wisdom modifier + 2 warlocks + 4 horses)

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[Good at simple weapons] [good at military weapons] [short range shooting] [long range shooting] [precision shooting] [mobile shooting] [charge] [flying]

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Ring 0 DC: 13. Frozen ray, communication, wizard's hand, magic trick (can be used 5 times a day)

1 ring DC: 14. Touch of the cold, the first to defeat the enemy (can be used 4 times a day)

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"What the hell!" Painhess widened his eyes, dark and dark like an abyss. When seeing his attributes at first glance, the pale white horse found that this was based on the rule template of the DND game. He was full of joy when he found his strength and agility at 20. This attribute is so strong that it explodes! But... But, why is your profession a warlock? ! And the charm is only 15?

Who's the card? ! Choose a warlock with such explosive power? ! how? Don't want to use the crossbow to be a **** player in the early stage? So Limin add some points? Also, the above is clearly written, I know six magic skills, but you tell me how to use it!

"See your own attributes?" Christian contentedly rubbed the lower body of the horse that had been supportive last night. Sinful hands stretched out to the innocent-looking docile ewe again, and picked up the third bowl of goat's milk this morning.

Well, after all, the size is there, and the energy consumed by the horses while fighting bravely is also not a small number.

"Well, I saw that I am a warlock with 20 agility." Painhurs said blankly.

"Puff—" Christian sprayed a mouthful of goat's milk onto the wool carpet. She blinked with a pair of ruby-like red eyes, and looked at the pale white horse in disbelief. "No, your strength and agility attributes, even among adult horses, are considered first-rate, and one-handed compound longbow is superb. But, but...you tell me you are a warlock. How did you choose your career???"

"I have never chosen a career!" Painhurs scratched his scalp frantically. This result also made him extremely crazy.

"That's right, the profession of warlock is not the same as the others." The well-informed bard frowned. "Most occupations such as warriors require years of diligent study and practice before they can be successfully obtained. Mage needs a large amount of excellent educational resources. But the profession of warlock is the result of a sudden awakening of magic talent hidden in the bloodline. You are in the wilderness. Living alone for many years, it is impossible for someone to teach you... By the way, have you subconsciously cast strange spells?"

"Yes. But I don't know how to use this power at all." Painhurs frowned. A few days ago, when I was fighting the black-headed wolf, countless faint blue smoke really radiated from my pores, like countless illusory and misty snakes, tightly wrapped around my wrists, deprived of them. Most of the life energy of the beast saved his life.

Wait, if you say that your attribute panel is based on the DND rules... Then the spell is not a part of the necromantic spell [Cold Touch]!

"Don't look at me expectantly, I'm a bard, and there is no arcane profession such as a wizard or sorcerer in the clan. No one can teach you how to play a sorcerer's spell." Christian bent down his slender waist. Wipe the milky white stains on the wool carpet. "However, we are all talented people! Our magical power does not come from the diligent study and hard training of the warriors, let alone the study and study of nerds, but from our own heart and soul. Inborn, a powerful talent far beyond mortals! Little Mustang, I am very optimistic about you."

"Yeah, I didn't expect you to be a warlock in Peinhes! There is another spellcaster in the clan!" Christina was also talking noisily between the two, slowly waking up. Came to Painhurs' side briskly, and embraced his shoulders with joy.

"Well, but he is a spellcaster who doesn't understand his power at all." Christian spit out speechlessly. "Chief, you should use him as a predator who comes and goes like wind, oh, given this guy's language barrier, he may not be able to hunt with us."