Completely lurking, Rollin sped up his movement speed.

He's not really a high-end thief.

When it comes to stealth skills, Rollin is not as good as some of the Night Masters in the previous life who specialized in the study of thief techniques, but the witcher also needs to learn some of the stealth skills, so he made up his mind to master some.

Although the skills he mastered may not be very superb, but it is only relative to the master-level powerhouse, for some ordinary thieves, Luo Lin's category far exceeds them.

The forest was noisy and green, and it was impossible to see the human figure clearly.

A real thief needs to see eight ways and listen to eighty thousand.

The woods are expanding indefinitely, and Luo Lin himself can't know how many opponents there are, so it is very difficult to kill them all in twenty minutes, and special methods are needed.

The best way to do this is to lure the snake out of its hole.

This method is extremely dangerous, and if you are not careful, you may be killed, which is why Bugas and the others stopped him from doing so, but there is no doubt that compared to the rest of the people in Field Town, Rollin's head is far more valuable.

So, Rollin was going to gamble.

Bet these thieves will come and assassinate him.

Since you choose to gamble, the goal must be obvious.

Although the previous life was not the most cutting-edge thief, but Luo Lin can be regarded as the most experienced forest combat expert, thieves do have their own combat advantages, many people are afraid of this extremely lethal profession, but sometimes, they also have another title that makes people cry and laugh, that is-see the light to die!

This is a profession that requires a lot of skill, and once the skill is not enough, seeing the light and dying is sometimes more than just a title.

Thieves can hide their body and move quickly, but if the skill is not good, while moving, they will still accidentally leave some traces, only the real cutting-edge thieves, can do it silently,

Sometimes they are just a tree, a rock, or a pile of leaves.

Walking in the woods, no one will notice these inconsequential things unless they are particularly vigilant.

Rollin suddenly crouched down and picked up a leaf on the ground, which showed the marks of being slightly crushed.

His pupils condensed slightly, and his fingers swept over it, turning the leaves open.

The traces on it, very new.

It was quiet all around, and not far from the dense forest, there was a small stream, the stream was trickling, the stream was full of strange rocks, and a black bear was lying on a boulder, biting its prey.

A breeze blew, carrying a damp smell that shook people's bodies......

The noisy forest, which can mask the sound of thieves walking, is a natural hunting ground.

The black bear didn't notice Rollin, and there didn't seem to be anyone else around.

Rollin took a few steps ahead and came to a few small trees, when suddenly, he stopped suddenly.

Because not far from the ground, some new traces appeared.

Rollin crouched down, trying to pick up a few leaves.

However, a dagger appeared silently from behind him until it smeared against his neck.

Another hand reached out, trying to cover his mouth.

The dagger was bloody, fierce and fierce, and one move was aimed at the vital point.

Attack, as fast as lightning.

……

Tulbo was a thief, and a highly skilled thief, and in the Rattlesnake Brotherhood, he wore a silver card on his chest and was a member of the Silver Card.

Most of the members of the Rattlesnake Brotherhood are thieves and rangers, cunning, insidious, ruthless, and ruthless, which is their ultimate creed, and they believe in poisonous snakes, which are vicious and vicious, and are divided into many ranks.

Bronze, silver, gold, orange, black, the higher the level, the stronger the strength, in the Rattlesnake Brotherhood, almost eighty percent of the thieves are copper card thieves, only the remaining twenty percent, can climb above the silver card.

These thieves, without exception, have mastered their personal expertise and assassination skills, and belong to the noble members of the Rattlesnake Brotherhood.

Tulbo also mastered his own personal expertise, and his best skill was throat cutting, which can also be called throat cutting or the art of throat cutting.

Being able to take an ordinary skill to the level of an artist, to be as pleasing to the eye as a dance, there is no doubt that Tulbo's singing skills are extremely superb, and in fact, his mastery of the skills is indeed so.

Among the Rattlesnake brotherhood, Tulbo has a long list of achievements, and has repeatedly infiltrated the enemy's camp and killed their leader.

Fallen from his dagger, there were once more than a dozen high-ranking wizards and priests, and even quite a few warriors and paladins who had suffered from his poisonous hands.

Tulbo can be upgraded to the silver card, definitely not a bribe, but with real strength, to improve, now in the Rattlesnake Brotherhood, as long as anyone has heard his name, they will respect and call him a throat-slitting Turbo, and only thieves who have learned their own expertise are worthy of having their own independent title.

Tulbo has always mastered his skills and is proud of them.

The dagger sliced from behind, as fast as lightning and silent.

As usual, Turbo lurked behind his opponent and used the technique he had always been proud of to try to kill him with a single blow.

He enjoyed the feeling of killing, and most expected that when the dagger slashed through the other person's neck, it made a dull and terrifying grinding sound, like a Sanskrit sound in heaven.

Almost instantly, he could see blood pouring out of the other's neck, staining his eyes red, and the other party slowly died with a frightened and frightened expression.

This is the best reward for Türbo.

It's a pity that this time the opponent is too low-end, there is no strength at all, he has heard before, these nobles are greedy, depraved and proud, like vampires, disgusting, Turbo has also met many nobles, very few can escape from his hands.

The thrill of killing a nobleman is more satisfying than that of ordinary civilians, which is why Tulbo accepted this mission.

Just now, this little nobleman was not afraid of death and called in the forest, but he didn't know that he was not far from death.

Tulbo swore that if he wanted to kill him, he would find at least a hundred ways.

The real thief is the Grim Reaper.

He also knows stealth?

It's ridiculous, it's just the kung fu of a three-legged cat!

A depraved little nobleman, it doesn't matter!

Tulbo's face was full of murderous intent, and in the blink of an eye, the dagger was placed on the throat of the little nobleman, and he could almost feel the blood rushing out of the opponent's neck for the first time, and the satisfying sense of killing was intoxicating.

Tulbo almost wanted to laugh.

This time it's another killer blow.

However, at this moment, just as the dagger had just felt a bloodshot on the other party's throat, he suddenly felt something, and his whole body was shocked, and he suddenly stopped his movements.

"I'm sorry, I know how to cut!"

The little nobleman didn't know when, he had already raised his right hand and grabbed his arm tightly, and the other hand held a dagger, which appeared strangely behind him, and the tip of the dagger had already sunk into his heart.

He turned around and looked at him with a very innocent expression.

Blood, suddenly drip by drop......

Tulbo was stunned.