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Night attack

Under Roger's serious gaze.

The woodpecker's big hand leisurely held the thickest and longest part of his body.

The next second.

Roger heaved a sigh of relief.

"You mean the horn ..."

"Yes, yes!"

The woodpecker squeezed the thick horn and explained, "

the foreheads of us horned demons are the most sensitive, and we have additional effects when casting spells ...

Roger nodded silently.

He didn't have horns.

I can't just Photoshop one, right?

After a moment of silence.

In the end, Roger chose the most prominent organ in his body-

His fingers.

His fingers were unusually nimble.

It could do all kinds of spraying positions.

As a result.

During a battle, he would have the opportunity to spit at the enemy's face without warning.

One had to know.

This spell-like ability didn't just shoot out flames.

It was a rock in a super high temperature state!