The drunkard is out on a tour, so the Guidebook won't be updated until Friday. The robber aristocracy is a short story written before, and it was posted just for everyone to have a happy holiday.

The origin of the Four Shadow Thieves

Another full moon rose on the other side of the mountain.

Sid Meyer stroked his long beard and listened happily to the ambush of Lawrence. "Jenny, your Holy Light attack power is not enough, you still need to practice more." He patted Jenny on the top of her head, took out a large roll of sheepskin from her bosom, and said, "Your strength is only in light magic, and your ability to sense water elements is average, and you have almost no control over fire elements. That's why I'm going to let you learn the magic of the elves, and help increase the attack power of the light magic by controlling the wind element."

I don't know how much the old mole expects from Jenny. In private, even Ha Orson said that Jenny has a very strong comprehension of light magic, and it is even possible to reach the realm of an old mole in twenty years. Every time Sid Meyer saw Jenny, she always told her to go the extra mile and ask her to learn new magic. I knew that Jenny could only use the most rudimentary fire magic, like making a fire when roasting a deer or something. But she's so young that she can already use level 5 or 6 water and light magic, is it still very bad?

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my ear. "Boy, how are you learning chivalry, explain to me the eight virtues of knighthood."

I looked up and rolled my eyes at Sid Meyer. He was the one with the highest credit in the sneak attack on the food team, so he was a little arrogant.

When I was going to burn the grain and grass, there was a shortage of manpower, so I consulted with Hamlet and decided to ask the old mole for help. While the Night Elves can't get directly involved in the conflict on the ground, helping us out with some tools isn't a violation of their contract with the terrestrial race.

After knowing that we were going to find trouble with the demons, the old mole was very dedicated. He did as much as he could, even the enchantment to protect Jenny and the magic circle for retreat.

Because Jenny insisted on participating in the sneak attack, he was afraid that Jenny would be injured, so he worked hard. According to Archmagister Sid Meyer, he was like a carpenter in a workshop, making scrolls and magic circles for seven days and seven nights.

High-level mages usually don't spend a lot of magical energy on redoing something that only ordinary people buy. The Grand Magician is treated very highly in all countries and is not short of money at all. Many archmages know alchemy, or can detect magical gems. And if you need money, just tell the king that you are going to do a magic test, or 'unintentionally' reveal it to the people who admire the teacher, and the test materials and funds will be available in the blink of an eye.

Except for a super mage like Sid Meyer who is trapped in the Night Elf Clan, there will never be a second mage in the entire continent who is willing to waste his magic power like this.

Except for us, there will be no second group of people on the continent who can "dig" a large pile of high-grade magic scrolls in a fixed place.

The old mole finished the scroll and buried it in the ground. Then Hamlet and I went to dig. In this way, he did not break the rules of the Night Elves, and we did not receive direct help from him.

Of course, all this is not gratuitous, as a condition, the old mole wants us to be knights, to understand the spirit and virtues of knights.

"The knightly virtues you speak of are humility, honor, sacrifice, valor, mercy, spirituality, honesty, and justice," I said, looking sympathetically at the old man. He was clearly pleased with my progress and nodded approvingly.

"But I don't believe in any of these bullshit virtues," I shrugged, "I can't beat you, and I can't resist if you force me to be a knight." But I'm a knight, and I don't do the things you call knights."

"Being a knight is an honor, and only the most outstanding can be a knight," the old mole rolled his eyes at us.

"A brilliant minion," I spat disdainfully, "everyone has one eye and two hands, so why should a knight serve the kingdom?" Besides, where was the empire when I was looking for food in the garbage heap? ”

"Who ordered a knight to protect the princess? Wouldn't it be better if we didn't bully anyone, and we didn't be anyone's minions? "Hamlet thinks the same way as I do.

We don't want fame, honor, and we don't understand the great truth that Grand Magician Meyer said. It's a lot of brains to think about these empty words, but it's better to think about how to clean up Lawrence.

The consequences of the grain cart were very different from what we had envisioned. Lawrence was not sent to the gallows, and according to the information that Miller and the others had sold, the Grand Prosecutor of the North Empire visited the scene of the hijacking of the grain cart and concluded that at least 100 mages above the middle level were involved in the grain robbery.

With hundreds of mid-level mages, the strength of the thief group is certainly not something Lawrence can deal with. Therefore, he was not convicted, and was awarded a medal for fighting to the end, and his knighthood was upgraded by one level, from earl to marquis.

However, Delphi's tax rate is much higher. According to rumors among the mercenaries, in order to open the joints of the upper echelons of the empire, the Lawrence family's treasure vault was empty again. Naturally, this money has to be recovered from the people.

The second consequence of this operation is that we are all wanted "A" criminals in the North Empire.

We were all wearing masks during the sneak attack, and the demons had no way to draw an image to offer a reward, so it was announced that as long as we found suspicious people wearing masks (especially black masks), we would arrest them all.

The third consequence of the grain robbery operation is that many thieves whose family members died tragically at the hands of demons and orcs are looking for us to join us. The advertising effect brought by the demon wanted is really extraordinary. When the thieves saw the wanted warrant of the demons and found out that we were not only rich, but also the Holy Light Magician, they were determined to do it with us.

They pretend to be us and go around making trouble for the Norse Empire. As a result, the masked group of thieves became more and more famous, and the troubadour even gave the group a name, calling us "shadow thieves", thieves who exist like shadows, but cannot be touched.

I love the name very much.

Hamlet and I met privately with a few thieves and set up a new camp in a forest near the Faure River. We are all homeless people, and in the camp we treat each other as brothers.

We did not raise the banner of rebellion with Jeanne as J. Mayer demanded. Except for me, Hamlet, and the original three mercenaries, no one else knew Jenny's true identity.

In their eyes, the girl who always wore a mask and whose name was "Jane" was the younger sister of the Haoson brothers.

The Haoson brothers are referring to me and Hamlet. Our current names are Moran Haorson and Otto Haorson, and the old man Maha Orson is our father.

When we told the old Haoson about the decision to change the name, the old got drunk and cried all night holding the wine jar. I think he was angry because of our disobedient adopted son.

Five minor setbacks

The South sent emissaries to contact us. The man who came was a very handsome young soldier with a mouthful of white teeth when he smiled. He called himself Pim, the adjutant of General Flarener, and brought us a letter from General Flarener. Pym said that the general praised us as heroes, and that the burning of 100,000 demon troops helped them win the battle for the city of Steele. He also said that the general is very grateful for our contribution to the Kamo Bowl Empire, and will report our credit to His Majesty the Emperor, Charlie.

We coldly told Paim that we only did what we had to do and didn't care what the South thought.

That Charlie, only we know how filthy he is inside his glamorous appearance. We don't like the Demon Empire, and we don't like Charlie's Nanjia Moji Bowl either.

He did not have the scepter of a king. The ruby scepter, which symbolized the supremacy of the Kamo Bowl Empire, was broken by Jenny and buried in the Valley of the Centaurs.

This secret, except for the six people we survived from the Valley of the Centaurs, one horse, no seventh person knows.

Pam was surprised that we didn't care about the Kama Bowl, but politely told us not to attack the demons in the near future, especially not to fight for military rations. The intelligence collected by their spies showed that because the demons were now in urgent need of military rations, Lance, the righteous son of the demon marshal, personally led heavy troops and Lawrence to escort the food.

Speaking of Yoshiko, I immediately remembered Lawrence's nephew's pus-like appearance, so I couldn't help but sneer a few times. Pym frowned, and told me that it was Lance, the elven son of the demon commander Andrei, and that I should not mess with him.

Cut! I don't know that many nobles have illegitimate children who dare not admit it, so they say that they are righteous sons and daughters, and then take them to the army to make mixed military merits, and soon they can mix with titles such as earls and marquises, and become nobles in the name of righteousness.

Of course, we still have to rob the military rations this time. The reason is very simple, the generals who escorted the grain this time also included Lawrence. If he fails this time, I think he'll be completely finished.

It's just a matter of how to sneak attack. First, the old man Meyer refused to make me so many magic scrolls anymore, and he said that if we really want to continue fighting against the demons, we must form an army according to his suggestion and fly the banner of Jenny. Second, although our team is larger than before, it is still less than a hundred, and we can't deal with a large number of demon soldiers. Third, the demons will be very cautious this time, and it will be more difficult to sneak attack. Fourth, should you bring Jenny this time? Although she insisted on going, it would be very dangerous this time, and I didn't want her to get hurt. Fifth, how to evacuate the position safely......

After a long discussion with a few experienced mercenaries, we decided that we could only take advantage of our familiarity with the terrain. Meyer, the Night Elf, has access to a detailed map of the area around Delphi. In the end, we decided to set the ambush in the valley by the Yar River. It was just over a day's journey from the front line of the Demon Army, and according to Miller's analysis, the time when they were close to their destination was the easiest time to relax, and it was also our best chance.

Because Jenny insisted on going, Haoson had to follow with great reluctance. He also put forward the condition that he would not participate in the attack and only protect Jenny, and if the situation was dangerous, he would only take Jenny to flee alone. Although the old man and horse don't work a little bit of an impact on combat effectiveness, Jenny will not be in danger, which reassures me a lot. Fortunately, it is summer, and the valley near the Yar River is densely wooded, which makes it easy for us to hide and evacuate.

We chose the time of the raid at dusk, mainly because it was convenient to retreat after dark. The news came from the brother of the undercover agent in Delphi City, and the military rations should have arrived at the beginning of the month. How nice it would have been on the day of the full moon, and at the critical moment, Jenny pretended to be in danger, and I didn't believe the old mole dared not to come out. He can almost wipe out the demons with a forbidden spell, and we don't need to work hard at all.

The brothers also brought bad news about another general who had taken the grain this time, Lance, the righteous son of the Demon Marshal.

It is said that this Lance is the most favored son of the demon marshal (the popular saying in the aristocratic circle of the demon clan is that Lance is the illegitimate son of the demon marshal Andre and the elf princess), not only is he very handsome, but also the martial arts are taught by the demon marshal himself, which is very high.

As for how high, no one knows, and the brother who reported the news said to be careful of this guy.

The summer dusk was beautiful, and I hid in the cracks of the rocks and squinted at the sunset in the sky. In the northern sky, a few flowing clouds flashing with silver light quickly drifted south, and it must be the Silverwing Pegasus team exploring the way. If it weren't for the lush vegetation and rocks, the Demon Clan's air forces would have easily spotted us.

After a few laps back and forth, I began to feel a slight tremor in the ground. We lay in ambush on both flanks of a V-shaped valley, with only the valley floor flat road for the grain convoy to pass through. When the sun was half setting, I saw the waving colorful flags and heard the neighing of monsters and warhorses.

Our plan was to detonate the magic circles that Jenny had placed at both ends of the valley and block the grain teams in the valley. The old mole is the kind of person with a hard mouth and a soft heart, and although he keeps saying that he will not help us again, he still made some magic scrolls when the moon was full last time. However, because the time was too hasty, the number was less than one-fifth of the last time.

This time, the protection of the grain carts was obviously much tighter, and the carts were pushed by soldiers in armor rather than coolies, and the grain carts were stuck with spears and swords.

"There are at least two or three thousand enemies. It's too much, we can destroy as much as we want, we can't fight hard. Hamlet turned back and whispered to me.

I nodded lightly, "Look at it, you can send a retreat signal, we don't have enough people." "The size of the grain team was larger than we expected, the front of the line had already left the valley, and the back had not yet come in.

Then cut it off from the middle, I thought to myself.

I took out a wax-sealed ball from my bosom, checked the pattern, and carefully crushed the wax skin.

Jenny was inspired by Old Meyer's magic scroll to make many magic balls of light. Then it is condensed with magic and sealed in a wax ball. Jenny's mana is too low, and the orbs of light she makes don't have any actual damage, but adding different colors as a battle signal is enough.

An orange arrow of light shot from the valley into the sky. Miller and Bury, who were lying in ambush at either end of the valley, saw the arrows of light and waved their hands to throw magic scrolls. With a loud roar, countless boulders and trees at both ends of the valley were shaken down, rolling down the valley in a chaotic manner, blocking the way. Hamlet swings another ball of green light, and the brothers who are lying in ambush on the hill begin to shoot arrows with cotton stains at the bottom of the mountain, occasionally throwing a few magic scrolls. This time we didn't have many scrolls in our hands, so we had to save a bit.

The demon soldiers were a little frightened, and some began to howl and run around. When they mess up a little more, we'll have a chance to rush down and teach Lawrence a hard lesson. I glanced at Hamlet and nodded knowingly. Just as I was about to send my third magic orb. There was a melodious roar from the ranks of the demons.

The slightly hoarse bass was wonderful, and its long, gentle chant echoed out of the valley better than anything I had ever heard before. Among the large group of demon centaurs who were blocked out of the valley, a silver-winged Pegasus soared into the air, its slender wings drawing an elegant curve in the setting sun.

It was too far away for me to see the man's face clearly, but I felt that his whole body was shrouded in the light of the setting sun, and there was an indescribable heroism.

Fifteen hundred meters away, the man was already in mid-air with a bow and arrow, shooting at his brother in the valley opposite. A little golden light burst out of his hand, straight into Miller's ambush point.

No need to look, I know he shot my brother. After practicing archery with the old man for so long, my vision will never be wrong.

However, even if my archery skills are now similar to those of the old man, I only have a range of 600 to 800 meters. The old man said that even the highest-ranking knight could not shoot a thousand meters away.

That guy took my brother's life from 1,500 meters away.

The man shot very quickly. In the moment when I was **, seven or eight brilliant golden rays of light had already flown towards the valley. Where the golden light fell, stones and trees flew sideways, and the bodies of the brothers and the broken branches of the stones rolled down from the mountain.

Seeing this, the demon soldiers shouted for joy, and quickly counterattacked us under the command of that man. The man lowered his horse's head and circled over the grain caravan, pointing his bow and arrows wherever there was an omission.

In an instant, more than a dozen brothers fell under his arrows. The demon warriors have already begun to clear the wood and rocks blocking the two ends of the valley, and if the soldiers we intercepted at both ends of the valley also come in, we will all be finished.

"No, this man is so good at archery," I said back to Hamlet.

"It's not going to go on like this, or you should withdraw," Hamlet had not finished speaking, and I found out that something worse was going on.

Jenny rushed out of her hiding place and launched a holy light attack on the general riding a pegasus. She doesn't have any protection! I leapt from behind the rocks and threw another orb of magic light with a wave of my hand.

The ball of light glows a piercing bright red in midair. All the brothers rushed out of the ambush and fought into the valley.

"You're crazy, that's a signal to attack". Hamlet couldn't help but shout behind me, "With a signal ball engraved with antlers, stupid! ”

I knew I had misplaced the signal in my frustration, but it was too late to change it. The brothers and the demon warriors have begun to fight each other in close combat, and in this case, we can no longer retreat.

In the air, the flying demon will not care about Jenny's light. Three golden rays of light popped out of his bow and headed straight for Jenny. Jenny swung out a protective barrier that was already thin after the first two arrows, and shattered into crystals after blocking the third.

Seeing that the demon general raised his longbow at Jenny again, I threw all the magic orbs in my arms at him, and shot at him. Those orbs of light erupted in strange colors, rushing towards the demon general like meteors. Apparently taken aback by this strange attack, he pulled the Silverwing Pegasus and fled north. He was far beyond my range, and all the arrows I fired were missed, crackling and falling to the ground.

Jenny and the centaurs who launched the Holy Light attack were already surrounded by the demons, and Ha Aosen wielded a great sword with both hands, and used both hooves and tails to deal with the demon soldiers. This brainless guy had long forgotten what he had said before, and he would take Jenny away immediately when he was in danger.

I shouted at the old man with all my might, "Bastard, take her away!" He swung his long sword and slashed at the demons who rushed up.

The blue blood of the demons is the same as that of the human race, full of sweet and fishy taste. I swung my sword wildly, and the blade was everywhere, flesh and blood flying, and wailing everywhere. I rushed down the valley and rushed towards Jenny.

There were demons everywhere, and I was slashing mechanically, and I couldn't even feel the pain of the sword in my body, and I couldn't see the other brothers there, and I didn't have time to look for them.

"The road is open!"

"Destroy the sneak attackers!" I heard the cheers of the demon warriors in my ears, and I knew that this time we were all finished.

Die and die. Since the fall of Delphi, the god of Hades has been waiting for us pariahs to be his servants. At least I'm not on my knees waiting to die. The demon commander in the air had flown back, and he had apparently noticed me as well, guessing that I was one of the leaders of the men.

The wind was pressing down on the top of the head at an unusually rapid pace. I could feel the powerful attack in the wind. The attack current has surrounded me. I looked up and saw a golden light flying towards me from the sky, and I had nowhere to run. I just want to know, who is such a powerful demon general?

I felt another, more powerful wind pass over me, a soft blue glow flying over my head. Looking up, I couldn't believe my eyes. The soft blue light just caught the golden arrow shot by the demon general, and the two arrows collided and exploded in mid-air, and the intense light stimulated my eyes to go blank.

At the moment of falling, I heard the frightened cries of the demon soldiers, "Immortal God of War!" ”

Someone took advantage of my fall to give me two more stabs in the back and a few shots in the leg. Fortunately, I was able to judge the location of the enemy's attack by the sound of the wind driven by their weapons, and barely managed to avoid protecting the vital parts. By the time my eyes regained sight, the situation on the battlefield had changed.

There were many more Terran soldiers in black armor on the battlefield, and they killed among the demon warriors, splashing patches of blue blood with steel swords. The demon on a pegasus fights a black-armored general in mid-air. He no longer used his bow and arrows, and began to charge at the flying horses.

Two pegasus approached, sprinting, and the two staggered.

The distance widened, and the two pegasus accelerated again, their spears clashing together, and the huge wave of qi forced the nearby warriors to retreat again and again.

Whether it's a demon or a human race, no one can intervene when the two are fighting. Hamlet prides himself on being powerful, but he can only watch the battle from afar.

It's the most gorgeous battle I've ever seen, and no one has ever used their martial arts as well as theirs. Just like the opera poster at the entrance of the Delphi Theater, every movement is accompanied by a string of notes

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