Thief is a profession with little status in the game's aboriginal world.
Because they have the ability to move quietly, have the means to steal people's money quietly, and have the means to complete assassinations quietly. But one thing is unified in the concepts of players and NPCs, thieves are
The nemesis of the magician. These guys who can use light and sound always lurk in corners that the magician cannot see, and then give the magician the most fatal blow to his weak body.
At dusk the day after tomorrow, that is, near nightfall on the third day, in a corner of Fillinmore City, more than a dozen player thieves were lurking in an alley near the city wall.
On the roof nearby, Salum, who was sitting on the eaves and throwing an apple casually, took off the protection on his face. What he did next was similar to the last time he took the forbidden magic scroll and held the elves in the city hostage. They were both exposed.
Just the wanted type.
The more than ten thieves below showed superb skills. They have been sticking to the wall for half a day. Salum will not tell them that he has arranged a space barrier around him. Anyone who walks towards this area will
Lost in an alley...
Looking at the time, there was still a full sun that had not set in the western sky. Salum couldn't help but yawned and looked at a protrusion on the city wall a few hundred meters away. The so-called cornerstone of magic refers to Fillinmore.
A magical barrier that can wrap the entire city and resist attacks from the outside. This barrier is the second city wall, which is composed of hundreds of magic pillars attached to the back of the four walls.
Salum's task today is to help these thieves get to the magic pillars and destroy one of them. Things like magic circles are always powerful in function but extremely fragile in themselves, but the magic cornerstone of the city's magic barrier has its own
To destroy the defensive formation in a short time is a difficult technical task for these players and thieves.
But these elite assassins from the Knights of Glory have been ordered by Zijinglan to complete the mission. This is related to their own jobs and futures, and they must not allow any mistakes...
Salum lay on his back leaning on the bulge of the eaves, holding the apples he kept throwing in his mouth with a pop, looking up at the light yellow flowing clouds in the sky, which were dyed by the last twilight.
Dark yellow.
Huh? Salum raised his eyebrows, looking at the darkness that filled the sky in advance, and an elegant smile formed on the corner of his mouth.
It’s about to begin…
"Why is it so dark today? The sun has just set."
The two players setting up stalls looked up and saw that players were used to setting up stalls and visiting stalls at dusk. This seemed to be an established rule. At dusk, as the dividing point between working day and leisure night, the square stall area
There are also a lot of people.
"There is a demonic aura," one of the shield warriors touched his chin and looked up.
"You demon peat, do you want to buy this sword? I won't bargain for three hundred and twenty gold coins, and I won't sell it if you keep grinding it!"
"No, look at the sky. This black thing is not the sky, but the clouds!" Shield Zhan's mind has been attracted by the strangeness of the sky. A touch of golden color that accidentally appears in the black is the sunset glow that has not yet dissipated.
With a whoosh, the south wind blew in the city without warning. This wind was a bit cool, carrying yellow leaves in the jungle. It came straight from the south. The black color in the sky was also exaggerated by this wind.
And the sudden sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling made the square instantly quiet.
It is only a few kilometers away from the southern city wall, because wild boars deliberately evacuated the Warcraft nearby. There were no players here as early as yesterday. Even if there were players who discovered it, they had already been cleared away by the blood elves starting in the afternoon.
In the forest, on the east side, more than a dozen terrain monsters of different shapes but huge sizes stood at the front. Behind them, there was an endless group of monsters. These covered all levels from forty-five to sixty-five.
The Warcraft group, the Warcraft legion numbering more than 100,000, is the subsidiary masterpiece of the lord's special warfare brigade created by the wild boar.
But what can really play a role today are the three rows at the front with nearly 10,000 monsters above level 60 and thirty-two monster lords above level 55. The Jedi Lizards broke into the group and were released by wild boars.
At the forefront of all arrays, it will later be the triangle apex of the charge formation.
On the west side, there are tens of thousands of humanoid armies. More and more blood elf tribes have been conquered by wild boars, but the leader is still Shadow Dance. And the violent bear is acting as Shadow Dance's mount at this time, but it does not give this blood elf any majesty.
The commander is in disgrace. The Dread Knight stands behind the blood elves with the undead that the wild boar has summoned. The protagonist tonight is the undead, but it is not them.
The protagonists are still lying on the ground, waiting for the call from the head burning with blue flames.
Between the group of monsters and the blood elves, the flickering blue light had lasted for a moment. The tens of thousands of neatly arranged elven corpses on the ground were "lying out" in a neat military column. Naturally, it was the hard work of the blood elves.
The masterpiece of an afternoon.
"...Devoured by flames, frozen by ice, and destroyed by lightning, they have never shaken my will for revenge!"
Galio was walking step by step through the pile of corpses. With every step he took, streams of blue flames would spread out within a hundred meters around him, burning the elven corpses on the ground.
"If you die by my sword or my anger, you must fight for my will!"
Galio's voice echoed in the forest, and disappeared in the rising wind. The wild boar standing at the end of all the arrays looked at the magic vision created by Plancy beside him, and couldn't help but complain: "So this [Undead Awakening]
It's not an instant skill, I thought he waved his hand and the sixty or seventy thousand undead stood up, which is similar to your chant."
"It's much different," Plancy explained with a smile, folding his arms, "When I create undead, I need to give them new souls and power; the awakening of undead like Galio uses his will to ignite all the legions. This
This method can summon countless undead in a short period of time, and through the flames in the eyes of the undead, new corpses can be ignited, spreading out quickly like a plague."
The wild boar smiled and said: "If I remember correctly, Galio is your masterpiece. Don't you feel a little ashamed if you continue to boast that you hate the necromancers of future generations?"
"Although I created the undead magic, I will never use it lightly." Plancy sighed longly, "Okay, I can't argue this time, but this is the forbidden spell of undead magic."
"I wonder if the elves in the city are ready," Lin Yutian slowly stood up and walked towards his army.
"What about you?" Plancy suddenly whispered, "Are you ready?"
"Me? What else do I need to prepare?"
"Be prepared to withstand the most violent counterattack of the light."
Lin Yutian turned to look at Plancy beside him, his scarlet eyes looking very calm.
I'm ready."
Gradually, the jungle turned into a world of blue fireworks. Monsters moved around uneasily and roared, and a blood elf was also frightened but did not dare to speak.
Facing the scene of darkness shrouding the city wall on the south side and the hidden roar of beasts, the elves in the military camp below gathered urgently. Tens of thousands of defenders immediately climbed up all over the city wall, holding torches and staring at the darkness in front of them.
In the forest, blue flames have spread all over the open space, and all the elves' corpses are burning. The blue flames are devouring their dried blood and bodies, but they are burning more and more.
"Are you awake, my revenge army?"
call--
The wind blew by, and streaks of blue flames rose high again. The wind and clouds changed rapidly, and a frightening breath was caught in the wind. A blue halo suddenly bloomed in the forest and shot straight into the sky!
"The Warcraft Legion attacks and breaks through the city gate!"
The powerful voice spread throughout the jungle, and the Warcraft Legion, which had been waiting for a long time, began to charge.
"Let's get to work, the most elegant gentlemen of thieves."
Salum bit down the apple in his hand, and the fifteen thieves below were like lightning, shooting towards the back of the city wall where no one was paying attention.
The rumbling sound came in the wind, like the sound of the most elite orc cavalry charging. The elven archers on the city wall drew their bows and arrows one after another, silently and without the need for the commander's movement.
The bright moonlight suddenly shone down from the sky, illuminating the quietly flowing moat crystal clear, but the dark clouds in the sky had dispersed... (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
