"Hey, wake up. ”

Opening his eyes in a daze, Posey felt that he had a long, long dream, and in the long lonely darkness, he saw a dreamy figure full of soft light, very blurry, unable to see the face clearly.

A familiar young face appeared, and a hint of surprise appeared on his dazed face, "Thor, why are you dead?"

"Smack!"

The hot feeling on his face pulled him back to reality, the familiar hole he had dug with his own hands, and the feeling of being soft and the beating heart of his body told him that he was still alive.

"It's time to wake up. ”

Covering his forehead, his thoughts were still mixed between death and resurrection, and the hazy feeling lingered, "You slap me again." ”

"Smack!"

This time he was really awake, he was really alive.

But it can't be, unless........................

Scanning around, there was no figure that I wanted to see the most.

"Thor, have you ever met a female healer?"

Thor's face became a little strange and asked, "Isn't she beautiful?"

"Yes. ”

"Isn't it gentle and kind?"

"How do you know?"

"Smack!"

Another slap in the face.

The hot feeling did not affect his somewhat anxious mood now, "I didn't dream, it's true, she also promised to make my confession." ”

Thor shook his head again and again, with a strange expression, obviously feeling that Boxi was completely helpless, "To bring Lord Boxi back to the Empire, he needs to recuperate for a while." ”

The two knights stepped forward, their eyes full of respect under the heavy armor, and carefully set up Boxi, the former leader of the Guardian Regiment, a top legend.

"I didn't dream, really!Thor, let me go to her.................."

Until the shouting disappeared in his ears, his face became deeper and deeper, and he could feel the remaining light attribute here, and more importantly, he noticed that there was a change in Boxi's sacred heart.

Who could it be?

Attention fell on the withered flower.

Divine magic continued to pour into it, and the decayed flowers and leaves regained their brilliance, and images appeared.

Before he died, he planted the flower and sat down to the side, looking at Guy in a comatose manner, smirking in a way he had never seen before.

The eyebrows tightened, and the Holy Healer stood in front of Boxi's corpse, his back to what she was doing.

Until the moment the holy light and shadow appeared, the flowers dissipated like dust, and an indescribable shock appeared on his face.

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The dilapidated streets have been washed away by the storm, and it is difficult to see what they were.

The hissing sound was absent, and the storm of death took away most of the undead here.

Walking here, in the darkness of the night, Lance's vision is so clear that he can even see the thief who has been sneaking in the shadows.

He's been following him for a long time.

The standard black stealth costume, the most conspicuous of which was the medallion, glanced at it, and the name of an adventure group was inscribed on it, the Eye of the Demon Bear.

If memory serves, this is the ninety-eighth team in the silver ranking, a three-person squad, and the average mana level is around three hundred and fifty.

On top of that, its reputation is as bad as its name.

The other party found him, the lone wanderer, and didn't do it yet, just waited to see if he could take them to find more valuable things.

But who is the one who fishes, not necessarily.

Lance turned around the corner and clung to the wall, his heart beating to zero as the blood flow slowed, perfectly mixed with the breath of death.

Extremely fine blood sprawled from the stone sword, opening an imperceptible web of blood, waiting for the arrival of its prey.

Suddenly losing track of his target, the thief seemed very experienced, silently shifted his position, climbed the eaves, and watched the street corner from afar.

"The prey breath is gone, and I should have been spotted. ”

A slight sound came from the medal, "Understood, you drag him first, and we'll come over immediately." ”

"Good. ”

Take out a strange little puppet, dressed exactly like him, and inject magic into it.

After a burst of black fog had disappeared, he jumped lightly off the eaves, and quickly approached the corner where Lance had disappeared, and pressed against the wall, he and Lance were only one corner, a distance he could never detect.

Just as he was about to poke his head out, the premonition of death unique to the profession rushed to his heart, and he subconsciously took a step back, and a black light flashed in his sight.

"Boom!"

The walls collapsed, and out of the dust came a bloodied figure.

The thief touched the tip of his nose and could touch a smooth, shallow wound, and his eyes fell on the black stone sword with some surprise, and he raised his hand before he could rush forward.

"Please wait. ”

In the middle of his sight, the swordsman stopped.

The lone wanderer doesn't seem to have much experience.

The solemn face did not relax, he put away the dagger, raised his hand again, and eased the tense atmosphere in an amiable tone, "Actually, I don't have any malicious intent. ”

His gaze fell on Lance's face, with his strength, it was difficult to see the swordsman's face in this darkness, and the still silent appearance was even more difficult to fathom.

"Actually, I found you because I needed your help. ”

"I've found a rare treasure, but there's a territory of mid-level undead there, and I think, I need your help. ”

"What do you think?"

The quick turn was already revealing his answer, but not near him, but in the corner of the wall that had just collapsed.

Blood wrapped around the stone sword, and a thick blood light burst out from the cracks, illuminating the thief's shocked face.

Ground splitting!

Of course, Lance didn't condense the swordsman's heart, it was just a simple imitation, but the terrifying weight of the stone sword was enough to sustain this attack.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by the rubble flew out was the thief, who was his true nature, and quietly circled behind Lance as he spoke.

As he forcibly twisted his body in the air and tumbled to the ground, the light of his magic began to shine, and his form disappeared into thin air.

The puddle of blood left on the rubble faded away as he hid it.

Magical Talent: Stealth.

"Ding!"

The emerald green dagger stabbed against the sword, making a sound of metal clashing.

Before the blow was successful, the thief distanced himself from Lance, and his stiff movements became coherent, but the shock still lingered on his face, "How did you find out!"

The answer to him was the stone sword that Lance slashed out, and this time, it was still in the big pit!

"Dang!"

The sound of metal shattering was followed by the sound of flesh piercing.

Under the thief's incredulous gaze, he turned into a puppet and fell to the ground.

On the other side, a figure emerged from the air, and the stone sword pierced through his heart accurately, and the blood seeped into the stone sword, and the blood light was even stronger.

The thief was not dead, and under his extremely frightened eyes, he saw Lance's face, above the calm countenance, a pair of dark pupils, like two dark vortices of terror, trying to suck him into it.

What a monster this is!

After the breath of life was completely gone, the sharp teeth easily broke through the skin, sucking the still hot blood.

Until the pupils turned bright red and the corpse fell to the ground.

The message in the back of my mind became clearer.

Blood Awakening, Completion: 1 in 1,000.

Does the Bloodline also have an awakening?

Take away the thief's ring, there are really a lot of things in it, in addition to his own things, there are also knight's magic armor, magician's staff, and so on.

Really, really, repugnantly.

A fire burned the body and found a place to bury it.

His gaze stayed on the puppet on the ground, and the magic inside dissipated, just a simple puppet.

Magic power-ups: Manipulate golems, one-time items.

The hidden talent plus this thing would indeed be a very good match, and if it weren't for the blood net, he might not be able to be found.

This is one of the basic skills of the Blood Swordsman class, and the fluttering blood is shrouded here, and the slightest movement can be felt, unless it encounters that kind of perverted talent.

It's like Sheena's space talent.

Erasing the traces he had left behind, Lance immediately left the place.

Soon, two figures appeared, looking at the traces of the fight, their faces became more and more gloomy, especially the name engraved on the ground, which was a naked mockery of them.

Lone Wanderer: Baron.

"Gotta find him!"