The "blind" regiment commander of the Fire Camp died twice in a day. First, he was stabbed to death by an unknown thief while chasing members of the Moen Hammer in the wild. Then, while fighting with the thieves of the Moen Hammer in the afternoon, he was knocked down by a small spire in disrepair in the Great Hall and smashed his head and most of his ribs. Considering that when a friendly army died for the first time, the corpse of the regiment commander was gnawed by a wolf, these two times were a very standard tragic death.

At the forum, the political workers of Moen's Hammer were taking the "Blind Man" two deaths as a breakthrough, and they all said that it was because the blind leader of the Fire Camp had obvious character problems. He could not chase and kill in the wild, but was killed in the city, but he was killed by the spire falling from the Great Hall. The speed and mass of the granite fell turned the "Blind Man" leader's head and half of his body into rotten tomatoes. The cost of resurrection was higher than being stabbed and killed by a wild beast and gnawed several times, reaching an astonishing two thousand gold coins.

With the current guild funds, two thousand gold coins can be considered a huge sum. Moreover, the Fire Camp is currently fighting with Moen's Hammer, and both sides are in an embarrassing situation where they want to break into two halves. Therefore, the "abnormal" death of the "blind man" this time has not only damaged some morale, but also felt amused and crying about the "unlucky" of his team leader who broke through the sky. The players who went up from the scaffolding side did not find any problem, because they felt that there was no need to spend two thousand gold coins to resurrection expenses, and at the same time, no clergy players have obtained the resurrection technique at present, so Gernster finally chose to use the Life Stone to resurrection.

Gernst 'Blind' Lanlow, Moon Central Temple District, outside the Resurrection Teleportation Hall.

"I really admire you, so I can die last time." Abraham, the strong brother standing beside him, complained with a cross-waist.

"What can I do? Who knew that the old and disrepaired spire fell on the top of the Great Hall. It's really... it's a hell." Gernster shrugged. He was still on the countdown to weakness, and the leader of the Liehuo Camp, who had just been resurrected, had a look of helplessness.

"I suffer a loss. When I see the scaffolding next time, I think you won't stand there again." As a warrior, Abraham handed the leather breastplate suit in his hand to Gernst: "The breastplate armor you had before was scrapped. Considering that you were weak after resurrection, I helped you get a +4 magic leather armor, which comes with good things that ranged damage reduction."

"Okay." Wearing leather breastplate, leather breeches, and finally fitting leather boots. Gernster took the weapon handed over by the regiment deputy Abraham. He first hung the sheathed dagger upside down to the right chest slot, then put another dagger into the left boot, and finally hung the sword around his waist.

"Let's go, thank the guy from Moen's Hammer to not dare to commit crimes in public." Abraham said this and glanced around: "To be honest, Gernster, I still think there is something wrong with that spire."

"What's the problem? The brothers who went up had seen the collapse point, which was indeed very old stone pillar. There were indeed signs of collapse on the side of the wall." Gernster said this and reached out and patted his old friend's shoulder: "Don't be suspicious. Didn't Wang's fifth brother check the other side? They said that no one on the other side could climb... At least the adult players should not think about climbing up, because the foothold is too small."

"Well, indeed, that spire-high, small dwarf-like guys may not be able to push that thing even if they can climb up." Abraham nodded: "But I still find it strange, after all, how can such a coincidence happen in this world."

"Okay, old man, our fire camps are all from Iron Slag Street. When did you ever be afraid of such a god-like way? Just like the guys from Moen Hammer, their camp has also become their shackles while giving them rewards. The fifth brother just now deliberately passed through the control area of ​​Moen Hammer by himself, and nothing happened. He was a thorn in Moen Hammer's eyes. As a result, it was not the same in the city. So I think this matter is definitely not something that Moen Hammer's guys can think of and do. They prefer to compete with us in the wild."

"But the owner of this city won't like unruly guys like us. Gern, you have to wash your camp tendencies. I don't want us to be listed as unpopular by this city before the battle with Moen Hammer has ended." Abraham said to his friend.

"So it's up to you, Abel." Gernster replied looking at his friend.

The two walked down the steps outside the teleportation hall, walked through the square, and walked up the north street leading to the outer slums. Because it was the Central Temple District, the streets full of shops were filled with NPC pedestrians and players.

"What a beautiful city." Gernster sighed to his friends around him: "When I was a child, I heard from my father and grandfather that Cambrian created a beautiful new world. At that time, I stood on the roof of Tiedra Street and looked at the starry sky. Sometimes I wondered what kind of world my father and grandfather could not forget... Now it seems that it is true."

"Yes, I have observed an NPC farmer outside the city. His father is a farmer. He runs around the farm fields every day. His wife is responsible for sending fruits, vegetables and pigs into the city. He has ordered their market. They have three children. The eldest is the guards of Moon City. The second child follows his father to farm. As the smartest child, I heard that he has entered the Canary National Mage Academy to study." Abraham sighed at the prosperity and excitement in front of him: "Any NPC in this world has his own life... Such a magnificent world is truly the greatest online game."

"It is also a good place for us to make money. Abel, the old seniors who came out of Iron Slag Street were our role models."

"Yes, Gunn, the only problem now is that we have to beat our opponents."

While talking, the two young men passed through the second city gate on the north side of the central district and entered the second district of the central city of Moon - the two living here are middle-class citizens, so most of the buildings are beautiful. The children walked through the shade of the streets. Gernster and Abraham pulled a group of running children. When passing an apple-selling stall, Abraham noticed a black-haired kitten man. The kitten wearing leather armor seemed to look like a thief was chasing mice with a simple crossbow. Several mice were hanging around his waist.

"Abel...that's a player, right?" Guerns asked.

"Well, the kitten man seems to like eating mice very much... I can't imagine what delicious things these mice will be when roasted." Abraham sighed a little in disbelief. For humans, mice are not the ideal delicacy.

"God knows, maybe the taste of the kitten is different from ours, but considering that they like dried fish, maybe mice are just snacks for them." Gernster looked at the kitten man and nailed the mouse to death with an arrow in the running: "It's good shooting."

"The kitten man is indeed a natural shooter. They reacted very quickly. Unfortunately, we don't have such a team member." Abraham looked at the kitten man with some emotion and crawled into the alley ahead with a slight sense of emotion.

"Don't think too much, Abraham, how can we be worthy of such a cute and smart little guy? Their love is not something that we are like incompetent guys like us." Gernster smiled and shook his head. To be honest, when he was young, Gernster did like cute kitten people, but as he grows older, young people who learn to face reality dare not express their thoughts anymore.

This world cannot be saved by true love.

Just as he was thinking this way, Gernster suddenly found himself surrounded by smoke, and smoke bombs! The first thought appeared in his mind. His left hand was subconsciously pressing on the hilt of the sword. Before Gunster could draw out the long sword, the huge pain from the inner hole of the left waist and the left leg knee made the young man kneel down. He subconsciously reached out to pull out the dagger on his boot and hit the enemy behind him. However, the hand that was catching the dagger did not touch the handle of the dagger. Before Gunster could react, the second huge pain came from his left rib. The young man wanted to make a sound, but the "hoho" sound that came out of his throat the next second made him realize that his lungs were damaged, and air and blood were directly pouring into his lungs.

The next second, a small hand reached out from behind and pulled out the dagger from the dagger sheath in front of the right shoulder. Gernster watched desperately as the little hand danced the dagger upside down, and then stabbed it into his chin from bottom to top.

The push from behind made Gernster lean forward, and before he fell heavily on the stone slabs on the street, the young man was completely surrounded by the darkness of death.

PS: On the last day of the end of the month, the work has been almost done.

PS2: It will be available tomorrow. To be honest, the pressure is really great.

PS3: I seem to have some anxiety disorder on the shelves...

PS4: I will try my best to update the whole day to ensure the third update. I also ask you all to help me with your best efforts.

PS5: I am really super anxious... because the current results of this book are completely beyond my imagination...

PS6: Everyone knows what day tomorrow, so I said something today.

PS7: This should be the last chapter before the ban can be lifted. I want to say that I have finished talking about it...
Chapter completed!