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Donion is a thief. Or to put it mildly, he's a wanderer. If he's lucky, he'll be able to join a strong team of adventurers and venture into the dangerous but full of opportunities in the Cold Mist Mountains, and then return to Blue Water City with a good reward.

Rich honey stuffing; Grilled steak with fragrant oil and served with desert spices; There are also those women with white breasts and different styles. Yes! Donion loves the city of blue water because it has a qiē he needs. Donion also hated the city of Water, because it was like a greedy mouth, devouring all the gold he had earned at the risk of his life.

When money is tight, Donion doesn't mind taking advantage of the wrong door. Anyway, people like him are always on the edge of morality and law, and there is nothing they can't do in order to survive.

A few days ago, Donion's long-standing battle gave him a breakthrough, and he rose one level in the Thieves' Guild and was rated as a fourth-level wanderer. In order to scrape together enough gold to learn the new Wanderer skill "Sword of Trickery", he robbed an out-of-town merchant. Of course, in the spirit of never wasting anything, Donion and several of his companions enjoyed the wives and daughters of the foreign merchants before killing them.

"It's a pity that the merchant's wife's plump figure, if she hadn't resisted so fiercely that I had to break her neck, I would have wanted to play again." Donion smacked his mouth, savoring. In this cold and dark night, he needed to think of something pleasant to keep himself warm.

He was now walking with his three accomplices on the outskirts of Clear Water City. Donion's destination was the old cemetery. However, as believers in Musk, the god of thieves, they did not go to rob tombs.

Donion, who had to hide from the limelight because of the murder, has been very nervous lately. Soon, however, he was offered a big deal through an intermediary to assassinate a noble mage.

The rewards for this mission are many. So much so that he didn't dare to tell the real situation to the few companions he invited to help, lest the other party see the wealth and make a black hand to him after the matter was completed.

Because of the last killing, Donion felt that he couldn't stay in Blue Water City anymore. Maybe it's a good idea to go to the West after this deal. I heard that the wild elf woman in the wasteland has strong and slender thighs and silky honey-colored skin, which is just right for him.

"Donion, we're here."

A group of four wanderers finally arrived at the outskirts of the cemetery. The bulging hill is dotted with messy tombstones, and from a distance in the dark night, it looks like countless needles stuck in a sarcoma, which makes people feel sick. Coupled with the cold** smell of the dead in the air, this is not a good place to be in a good mood.

"Do you really want to do it? The murder of a nobleman is a felony. Moreover, the other party is also a mage, and he has many mysterious powers that ordinary people cannot understand......" An accomplice looked hesitant.

"Hey, little Corey, you didn't hesitate so much when you put that 5o gold coin in your pocket, are you going to quit?" Donion scoffed, then glanced wickedly at Little Bud's throat.

Little Corey was suddenly excited. He knew that at such a critical moment, he would be greeted by the daggers and poison of his accomplices. He retorted, "Who the said I was going to quit!" I'm just saying that the target is a nobleman, and a mage. If the assassination fails, the consequences are not as simple as killing a few civilian businessmen! We need to be cautious and make sure that nothing goes wrong. ”

"You don't need to stress about that." Donion said.

He had already figured out the details of the other party. The man, Gordon Freeman, was nothing more than a down-and-out aristocrat. As for the identity of a mage, if a guy who can't advance all year round and can only cast a ring of spells is also an algorithm, then the other party is.

"Uncle Donion's dagger has also drunk the blood of many low-level mages."

The fourth-level wanderer thought.

In his opinion, only by reaching level five and learning the three-ring spell can he be called a true mage.

What threat can a guy with a skinny body who can't even put fireball magic do to him?

Gordon Freeman was dealt with by him, a Level 4 Wanderer, but it was actually enough. But to be on the safe side, he also recruited three helpers.

However, the best weapon against a mage is another mage. The mysterious employer didn't seem to be at ease with Donion, and personally sent a mage to help.

The mysterious mage, whose whole body was shrouded in black robes, revealing only his pale chin and fingers, was not far behind the four Donion, and did not say a word.

Donion didn't dare to look at the mysterious mage again, because every time he touched the other's cloudy eyes, he felt furious in his heart.

The group carefully walked into the cemetery and soon saw a little striking light.

In this silent night, the light in the small cabin was so eye-catching.

"The target is in that cabin." After several days of tracking and stepping on the spot, Donion had already figured out Gordon's schedule and activity patterns, "Except for regularly coming out to cast a spell at the shrine, he patrols the cemetery every four hours. ”

"Shall we just break in, or wait for the other party to come out?" An accomplice asked.

"I think we should investigate first." Another added.

The black-robed mage suddenly walked into the four wanderers and said in an impatient tone, "My patience is limited, why don't you do it yet?" ”

Donion got goosebumps from the hoarse voice.

"Damn, were you sent to help us with the assassination, or did you come to be an Overseer?"

Donion cursed in his heart, but he didn't dare to refute it. He gestured to the other three accomplices, then drew his own poison-hardened crossbow.

The four wanderers hunched over and melted into the darkness. If it weren't for the astonishing perception, it would never have been possible to see these four assassins who had entered a stealth state.

I have to say that Musk, the god of shadows and thieves, has trained four good believers.

Donion, along with three of his well-trained accomplices, burst into the cabin at about the same time, and fired four poisonous arrows at the man sitting at the table with his back to him.

Burst! Burst! Burst! Burst!

Four crossbow bolts pierced into the soft human body with a continuous muffled sound. But the experienced Donion, almost instantly, showed something strange.

"It's a dummy! We've been tricked, get out! ”

Donion let out the last roar of his life. Then he was desperate to see that the doors and windows of the cabin had been completely blocked. Then, he fell into the fire in a daze......

Outside the cabin, in the air scorched by the fire, a figure gradually revealed from blur to clarity.

This black-eyed young man is none other than Gordon.

"It's not in vain that I've been preparing for so long, and the effect of this trick is not bad." Gordon admired the flames soaring into the sky. In his mind, 6 continued to receive prompts.

"You kill a level 4 wanderer and gain 1oo experience."

"You kill three Level 3 Wanderers and gain 18o experience points."

After knowing that he was being targeted, Gordon had been preparing. He knew very well that if someone wanted to take his own life, then the place of attack would definitely not be in his own residence in Bishui City.

The aristocratic district, where patrols are in charge of law and order, is definitely not a place where ordinary assassins can attack. In contrast, the sparsely populated and barren and remote cemetery is a good place to kill people.

Gordon spent a lot of money on the fiery gel, and with a few small magic tricks, he transformed the resting cabin into a giant flame trap.

Although the fog was thick tonight, Gordon, who blessed the Angel Eye of Peng Yu, still appeared with four mice stalking him. Knowing that the other party was about to do something, he pretended to be unaware and walked into the hut, then cast an invisibility spell on himself and climbed out of the window.

Unbeknownst to the hapless Donion, his target was no longer in the cabin, but had plunged headlong into a scorching trap.

After all four Assassins entered the cabin, Gordon used a small trap to ignite the fiery glue, and by the way, cast two sealing spells to seal the doors and windows.

Then, it's time to enjoy the human barbecue.

While it is somewhat inhumane to use words like "appreciation", Gordon's expression does not change as he listens to the last screams of the dead before they are reduced to ashes.

"Killed four people at once, but there's really no sense of reality." Gordon shook his head. Maybe it's because "Ancient Era" is so realistic, so that the terrifying elements of blood, screams, and minced flesh have already been experienced by Gordon.

"And the beauty of watching the flames here, don't you really know that you are dying?" A hoarse voice reached Gordon's ears.

He followed the sound and saw a man in a black robe, step by step, coming out of the darkness. The firelight reflected his emaciated chin, and there was an eerie magical tattoo on his pale skin.

"Anyone else?" A sense of crisis abruptly arose in my heart. Gordon felt as if he had become the sad praying mantis in the prophecy of "the praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind".

"I want to thank you. If those four wanderers do kill you, I'll have to take care of them. The murder of a nobleman must be kept secret, and the mouth of the dead is the strictest, you should understand this truth. ”

The black-robed mage's lips fluttered in the light of the firelight, and he spat out eerie words: "Now, I give you a chance to commit suicide. You can die without pain, and then the corpse will be honored by me as a necromantic experiment. ”

"Or," the black-robed mage paused, "you will have pus all over your body, and you will die a tragic death under the torture of negative energy. ”

While the black-robed mage chattered, Gordon took the opportunity to cast an arcane sensitivity.

This level 1 Prophecy spell shows the target's cast level.

The spell caused the black-robed mage to emit a circle of magical aura. Gordon recognized it, it was a sign of being able to use the three-ring spell.

Gordon's little trick did not escape the eyes of the black-robed mage, and he teased: "How about it, little mage, after knowing the difference in strength between the two sides, which way do you choose?" ”

"I choose to kill you!"

"An unwise choice." The black-robed mage smiled and said, "Just let me, necromancer Mendoza, bring you pain and death!" ”

He took out a piece of carrion that he had prepared, and recited the incantation.

Under the influence of magical energy, the carrion turned into black pus in the palm. Mendoza raised his hand, and the stenching black arrow shot at Gordon.