After harvesting the [Stormer's Prayer], Charles's mood suddenly became happy.

Continuing to grope for the corpse of the Drow warrior, this time the system did a good job, giving a superb Ziwu blast and leaving a pick-up dimensional bag.

However, when Charles opened the mouth of the bag to check the space compartment, his face darkened, and he only took out some gold coins and dry food with him. The Drow warrior was probably forcibly teleported by the stele magic in the wild, and he didn't put the belongings at the bottom of the box.

It was getting late, and after Charr had burned the corpses of the Drow warriors, he swayed and hummed a song down the hill and returned to the camp.

'Listening to the Wind in the Night Rain' is still trapped in the second level.

Balasa unexpectedly cleared the third level, and he killed an unlucky Drow warrior. It seems that among all the professions, it should be the best bully for warriors.

After dinner, Charles walked into Eldraine's tent and handed the fourth Whisper Tablet to the female scholar.

"It's ......"

Eldraine. Caroline finally couldn't hide her surprise this time, glancing at the mud-stained stele on the blanket, and then staring at Charles's unwavering eyes for a long time before revealing a charming smile.

"You are much better than what my eyes and heart see and feel." Eldraine's voice was soft, "According to my estimates, it will take you at least a week to break the fourth Secret Word Tablet. ”

"I'm looking forward to you getting the final stele back."

"As long as I officially collect a set of stone tablets, I will be able to completely decipher the magic language and open the Yaling Vault!"

"I will!" Charles replied sonorously and withdrew from the camp.

Night is coming,

Charles didn't take a break off the line. Instead, he shrunk in his tent. Study a few scrolls of art.

He was in the dimensional bag of the drow priestess. Several useful four-ring magic scrolls were found, namely [Four-Ring Monster Summoning Technique], [Clever Words Technique], and [Spell Immunity].

Removing the golden oil, it is not a practical [Four-Ring Monster Summoning Technique], and the other two magic skills [Clever Words Technique] and [Spell Immunity] have recorded value.

For example, [Clever Words] has the effect of being able to speak any language and understand all languages, and can use magic to keep the state of magic on the body.

And [Spell Immunity] is actually a layer of spell shield, and the effect is four levels per increase. is immune to 1 spell with less than four rings. The charr now has 15 priest levels, and the upgrade progress is 97%, and at lv16, they are immune to 4 spells for the duration of the [Spell Immunity] shield.

With this magical state, whether it is against the player or the aboriginal master, he has more confidence.

"[Spell Immunity] Scroll Learning......

"Current learning progress: 6%."

Charles was studying the scroll in the tent, the aristocratic maiden was meditating, and Barasa and 'Listening to the Wind in the Night Rain' had dinner and went offline, presumably in reality.

Including the Shire. There were actually only four people left in the makeshift camp.

Female Mahi. Simon was patrolling the forest outside the camp's fence. She didn't go far, about ten meters from the fence.

Traps that have been placed. Magic alarm triggers, these are the things that Mahi needs to pay attention to.

After walking a lap, Mahi jumped onto a tree and sat on the branches against the roots, looking up at the camp's tent, lit by a campfire.

Her eyes were full of worry and reluctance.

In fact, since camping in the Hill of Dawn, Mahi has been dreaming every night, and the dream scenes are surprisingly similar.

Her mother, the Night King, a powerful legendary vampire, stood high on a throne, looking down at her, her narrow eyes filled with thunderous fury.

"Come back—"

"Get back!"

Before she knew it, she fell asleep in a tree, but soon after, Mahi was awakened by a sudden voice in her head. It was still her mother's voice, and now Mahi felt like she was about to lose the difference between dream and reality.

Patting his forehead, which was overflowing with cold sweat, Mahi's eyes turned firm and calm.

"Mother, I won't go back!" She looked up at the starry sky.

Ding, ding, ding......

At this moment, a series of rapid magical sirens caused the female bloodliner's face to change slightly.

"There's an intruder!"

"The magic alarm has been triggered, is it a beast?" Shocked, Mahi nimbly jumped back to the ground and scurried towards the place of the incident.

Ten seconds later, she came to the location of the alarm, a spider-silk trigger line, flashing red on the ground. A rapid siren sounded from a bell that loomed in the air.

Backbite.

Casually dismantling the magic, Mahi glanced at the smooth port of the trigger line, and her face immediately froze with frost: "It's not a beast, it's a human, or some other humanoid!" ”

At one o'clock, there was the sound of the clattering of leaves, and a faint shadow fled into the distance. Mahi didn't think about it, so she pulled out her dagger and chased after her.

"Huh."

Not long after Mahi left on her front foot, a wanderer appeared at the alert site that melted into the night. Drow terrorized his fangs, glanced in the direction where Mahi had disappeared, sneered lowly, and walked into the adventurer's camp.

Crackling.

From time to time, the sound of a vigorous bonfire can be heard. Drow terror fangs walked silently, standing in front of the Coming priest's tent.

"Viren's Gift...... Must be retrieved! Drow terrorized fangs as he felt the hot trinkets in his arms, a bloodthirsty smile on his lips.

Click. Raising his left hand, the crossbow mounted on his left arm sounded softly, and a short arrow quenched with poison immediately shot through the tent, followed by a muffled snort of pain.

Got it!

Drow's Terror Fangs weren't surprised by this, revealing a smile that should have been so.

He patiently hibernated around the camp for two days, when the camp was at its least crowded and the Coming Priest was at its most tired, to make sure nothing went wrong!

In the Dark Regions, the short arrows that shoot into the tent are become 'poisonous thorns' by Drow, the Grey Dwarves, and other subterranean creatures.

This is an exclusive ability for the Advanced Class of Horror Fangs!

Once slashed by the sword or knife of the terrifying fangs, no matter the size of the wound, or the crossbow arrow, no matter the depth of the wound, the deadly poison can quickly erode the nerves of the target, leaving them to die in just a few tens of seconds. Even if there is a priest around to expel poison when he is poisoned, the probability of death will not be less than seventy percent.

In short, Drow Terror Fangs knew it was time for him to go in and take Viren's Gift when he heard the muffled snort in the tent.

Lifting the curtain, the Priest of the Holy Coming turned black and collapsed on the blanket, visibly unconscious. Drow's terrifying fangs rummaged through the cabinet, and he picked up a small box with a smile on his face, but suddenly felt that his left ankle was being clasped by a strong hand.

Drow's terrifying fangs stared back at him, and the priest of the Holy Arrival, who had been hit by the 'poisonous stinger' and should have died, stared at him coldly, and his palm gushed out with terrifying power.

Click. Ankle crush. Drow took a breath of cool air and bent down to stab Charles with a dagger, but was coldly lifted upside down by the priest and slammed into the ground.

"Smack" (To be continued.) )