I'm Really Not Targeting the Mages

He was like a grim reaper amongst the tent who was slowly taking away the lives of every magical creature that he came across.

Until sunrise.

He had no other choice but to leave.

This was the first time that he wanted the night to last for 72 hours, so that he would be able to help these suffering gray dwarves.

...

The next morning.

The campsite of the gray dwarves was a mess.

It started with the guards discovering the large number of dead bodies which panicked the rest of the dwarves.

Then, later in the afternoon.

The overdose laxatives started showing their power.

Every single campsite of the gray dwarves was covered by an indescribable stench.

Roger, who was as cunning as a fox, did not return to the village.

Instead, he prepared a few masks for himself, stuck cotton balls into his nostrils, and waited outside the campsite.

Time went by and the situation at the campsite became more and more chaotic.

Finally, there were some who couldn’t hold it any longer and decided to release themselves at the reeds outside.

Roger, who had been patiently waiting, obviously wouldn’t miss this splendid opportunity.

The Vertical Cloud Ladder got activated.

As the green beetle sword went around like a swimming dragon, it took away the lives of countless gray dwarves.

With the help of the laxatives, the toughness value of these gray dwarves decreased tremendously which made it much more easier for Roger to finish them.

He ended up moving between the six campsites.

At the reeds.

Between the bushes.

Amongst the grass.

Wherever the gray dwarves went, it would be followed by the sharp knife of the green beetle sword.

That evening,?Roger took out his mask as he reached his house and kept feeling that there was a peculiar smell coming from the sword.

Then, in the night.

He went to the swamp at the bottom of the cave and thoroughly washed the green beetle sword.

But, the smell was still there.

Roger didn’t continue his attack that night.

On the one hand, it was because his energy and stamina had already reached their limit. He needed a good rest to ensure combat effectiveness.

On the other hand.

From the reaction speed of the chief of the gray dwarves, they would have already come up with a plan.

If he hastily went back to the campsite to kill more, he would definitely be caught.

A solo assassin would only have the best effect during the first time.

Therefore, tonight, most of the gray dwarves rested in fear.

But Roger, on the other hand, had a good night’s sleep.

As dawn came, he yawned and took a look outside.

There weren’t many gray dwarves on Yellow Stone Island now. All there was left was an empty campsite along with their released substances seen all over the ground.

After experiencing torture from the dragon and the laxative, the gray dwarves were finally gone.

...

In the following days, Roger embarked on a hunting journey in the marshland.

The gray dwarves were just temporarily leaving Yellow Stone Island.

The truth was that they had never given up on attacking Dragon Tooth Village.

Therefore, at the marshlands surrounding the Yellow Stone Island, multiple sentries were shooting up like bamboos during spring.

No one knew how and where the gray dwarves accumulated so much material, but they managed to seal up the entire Yellow Stone Island with a tall, thick wall.

Luckily, Roger had the Vertical Cloud ladder and these walls were not enough to stop him.

He would go inside sometimes for slaughtering, or he would just stay outside of the wall and cause chaos for the dwarves.

The dwarves were devastated.

With this, days went by very quickly.

...

About seven months later, near the wall.

On top of a floating haystack, there was a gray dwarf who was running away for its dear life.

Unfortunately, its speed was not a match for the Vertical Cloud Ladder.

...

Whoosh!

As the sword flashed by, along with Roger’s cool leaps, the green beetle sword was gently flicked and the dwarf’s neck guard fell to the ground.

Another flash went by.

The gray dwarf’s body started shivering and after a while, it laid motionless on the haystack with its eyes wide open.

Roger bent forward and quickly collected the loot.

About ten breaths later.

The vision from the Qi Divination Technique started giving signals which were followed by a loud commotion —

There were a large number of gray dwarves soldiers who were coming his way!

Roger did not hesitate and immediately leaped.

With his agility, he disappeared in the thick fog of the marshlands.

The large troop of gray dwarves who finally arrived could only rage when they saw his disappearing figure.

...

...

[You have killed one marshland gray dwarf. Accumulated kills: 8409. Your milestone- Genocide has a new record]

[You have gained 2 points of XP]

[Your ‘toughness value’ has slight improvement]

...

“The distance has become a little stronger and a little closer.”

The progress bar on the mark of evil was about 90% complete. This meant that the Tenacious Physique that had undergone multiple enhancements will be getting a whole new transformation.

After looking through the hints on the attributes bar.

Roger felt a sense of satisfaction.

He really enjoyed this feeling of making progress.

It felt just like when he was at the Yuntai Mountains hunting for frogs. His toughness level was something that he gained by slaughtering dwarves one after another.

This was something that no one could take away from him.

For the past six months, he had been going head to head with the dwarves in the marshland.

In order to hunt for these dwarves, he had tried everything.

As for the new chief of the gray dwarves, he had also tried multiple ways to fight Roger.

One of their most mentionable inventions was the neck guard that was one the gray dwarf before this.

This neck guard was something that he had to remove first before killing them which greatly reduced his efficiency.

Other than that, the other party had also set up a number of traps and tried to lure Roger into it.

Unfortunately, Roger maintained a cautious heart the entire time.

Not only did the plans fail, there were a few times where Roger played along with it and ended up sacrificing more of their kind.

On the other side, the gray dwarves also attacked the Dragon Tooth Village.

These attacks were somehow successful, especially the one that happened two nights ago.

They had used a newly designed ballista and managed to injure the young emerald dragon!

If it wasn’t because Cindy who suddenly appeared and released a three-circle magic spell, the Dragon Tooth Village would have been annihilated by now.

On that same night.

Although the gray dwarves retreated, the magic spells completely drained Cindy.

When Roger met her again, she was already on the sickbed.

Then, Cindy told him that the Dragon Tooth Village would be evacuated.

This wasn’t a hasty decision.

With the gray dwarves attacking them day and night, they couldn’t hold it any longer.

Injuring the young emerald dragon was the last straw.

They decided that they would evacuate to the marshlands up on the northern side.

Cindy invited Roger to join them, but he refused.

He was clear with what he wanted.

Before accumulating enough number of gray dwarves killed, he wouldn’t be going anywhere.

...

The news of the evacuation of the Dragon Tooth Village was definitely bad for Roger.

Although he wasn’t sure how they would be doing it, Cindy had already said it loud and clear to him which meant that they must have certain unstoppable ways to do it.

Since it was a village protected by a true dragon, it’s not surprising for them to have a backup plan.

And, as soon as the young emerald dragon leaves, Roger would be the main target of these gray dwarves.

One could imagine how much pressure he had at this point.

This was also why for the past few days, Roger had increased his hunting strength. For three days straight, the number of dwarves hunted was more than three hundred each day!

This caused the gray dwarves to retaliate.

The area around the Yellow Stone Island had recently become extremely dangerous.

The soldiers of the gray dwarves had searched far and wide for safe water and food.

Roger’s living space was shrinking as the days passed by.

The worst thing was that this morning when he suddenly realized that he had a black eye on the back of his left hand!

According to the Qi Divination Technique, this was an extremely scary curse!

...

[Blood Curse: Most of your body functions are failing. After every 72 hours, you will suffer a life sentence]