"I don't need a companion." Wu Chen walked out of the shadow of the boulder with a cold face.

Roger smiled and shrugged, "Trust me buddy, although you are strong, attacking the living corpses of Grey Mist Village is definitely beyond your imagination. Otherwise, the mercenaries who are idle and bored will not dare to go in a group until they are accompanied by the priests. He thought that Wu Chen was going to fight monsters to make money.

Wu Chen didn't answer and left quietly.

As he passed by, Roger suddenly spoke, "Traveler in the dark, if you want to go deep into the swamp, please don't refuse the invitation of a shadow thief who knows the inside story. ”

Boom!

The lightning spear pierced Roger's skull in an instant, crashing into the boulder behind him. The electric sparks kept rising, and Roger's smiling figure gradually vanished.

Wu Chen nodded, acknowledging the thief's ability. "As you wish."

Roger quietly wiped the cold sweat from his sideburns and said loudly: "It's my honor to fight side by side with you. ”

There is no need to disguise in front of your companions. Wu Chen grabbed his fingers, and the dark magic inherited from the Spider Empress immediately weaved a misty nightmare.

Roger whistled, "Your mastery of magic is amazing, man. ”

Wu Chen turned over and got on his horse, ignored the praise of the thief, and walked away.

Roger touched the bridge of his nose self-deprecatingly, dragging a long series of afterimages after him.

The fiery horse and the black robe tore through the fog, tearing apart the whispers of ghost warnings and the unconscious roars of the living corpses and rushed to their destinations. Obviously, the undead in the fog sensed the terrifying power contained in the traveling mage, so they used meaningless verbal warnings to hide the fear and uneasiness in their hearts.

Wu Chen was unmoved, shrouded in dark robes, and galloped all the way expressionlessly. Occasional blocks are also crushed by nightmares, and the ghost's disembodied advantage loses its reliance in front of nightmares of the same attributes.

No matter how fast the Nightmare runs, Roger can follow a foot behind the horse's tail. With this stamina alone, the strength of the thief is considerable.

It's easy to understand this, as a successful thief, the ability to run long distances and get rid of his pursuers is a must.

Stepping into an abandoned campsite, Wu Chen took the nightmare back, "Rest here tonight." ”

Roger smiled and nodded, "Listen to you, buddy." ”

With enough energy, Nightmares can keep running. Obviously, Wu Chen chose to rest for Roger's sake.

The undead encampment must be more than just the two of them in need of rest. The suppressed whispers quickly confirmed Roger's judgment, and the thief hurriedly pulled out his dagger and retreated with his back to Wu Chen, guarding against the enemy's sneak attack.

Giving your back to a companion is a huge trust. When they first met, Roger trusted himself so much that Wu Chen was very confused.

Since he was accustomed to the fantasy world of the Black Soul worldview structure, Wu Chen had a strong perception of the ghosts hiding in the ruins. With a wave of his hand, lightning balls shoot out in all directions, burning the unprepared ghost to charcoal.

The sneak attack failed, and the undead who occupied the camp and the living corpses hiding under the ashes rushed out frantically, but even Wu Chen's robe sleeves were touched and annihilated. Roger didn't even move his knife, and the battle was over.

However, when the pale soul fire pounces on Roger, the mystery is revealed.

"You're immortal."

"Yes, man." Roger opened his eyes comfortably, grabbed the cloak and spun in place, and then disappeared. This good-grade shadow cloak is said to be woven from the Spider Queen's demonic silk. Not only can it block the light, but it can also block the breath of humans that the living corpse likes very much.

The sun retracted its last tentacles, and the cold camp was quickly engulfed in darkness.

By the time Wu Chen opened his eyes, it was already the early morning of the next day. Sunlight shines through the misty air and onto the damp earth. Last night there was a bonfire in the pit where the living bodies were buried, and Roger was humming a tavern tune, flipped from time to time with game that he didn't know where he got it.

The refreshing aroma of the meat whets your appetite. did not refuse Roger's invitation to share the food, and after a full meal, Wu Chen summoned a nightmare and hit the road again.

At noon, the fog was forced back by the intense daylight. The living corpses also retreated to the depths of the swamp together, and there was no more harassment along the way, Roger led Wu Chen all the way to gallop, and arrived at Gray Mist Village in the afternoon.

Although in this dark age, huddle together for heating is the best choice, but there are still people who choose to leave their homes and enjoy the free air in remote and untouched corners.

The inhabitants of Grey Mist Village are the latter.

Although the swamp is difficult and dangerous, it is a shortcut to the kingdom of Lennox. Many smugglers risked their lives through the marshes to sell their unaccounted and valuable goods into the heart of the kingdom.

As the only supply depot in the swamp, Grey Mist Village is quite prosperous. In normal times, the bustling flow of people is not inferior to that of Boulder.

"Partner, it seems that the problem is worse than imagined." Standing in front of the ruined city gates, Roger patrolled the wounded walls.

As an experienced hardcore player, Wu Chen's gaze swept over the gravel fence with intertwined teeth, and the full picture of the battle quickly appeared in his mind.

Radiating cracks along the stone wall, the sophisticated gaze rested on a point of attack that tore through the defenses. While it wasn't clear what exactly had caused such damage, it was clear that it was tall and powerful.

Roger blew a whistle at the corner of the watchtower, "Excuse me, put the drawbridge down." ”

"Who are you?" Tired and nervous voices soon rang out.

Not bad, at least the village is still there. Roger smiled slightly, "We're from Boulder, what's the matter, you're not welcome?" ”

"Just the two of you?" The guard, who only showed half of his helmet, said disappointedly, "Believe me, friend, you are joking with your life. ”

Roger shrugged his shoulders indifferently and didn't answer.

Soon, the winch creaked, and the scarred iron-clad hanging door fell. "Welcome to hell! Guys. Raising his middle finger at the guards, Roger pulled his cloak and walked into the village.

Thanks to the constant flow of adventurers and smugglers, wealthy Grey Mist villagers have turned their villages into estates. If it weren't for the cold streets, the black veils hanging all over the doors, and the strong smell of blood in the air, Wu Chen would have thought that he had walked into a certain nobleman's hunting village.

"Hello, buddy." A heavily armed rider on a mountain horse galloped from a street corner. Without waiting for Roger to speak, the knight asked again and again, "Mayor Kamba has finally agreed to send the city guards?" When will your army arrive? ”

Roger shook his head, "We're not the city guards of Boulder, we're mercenaries of freedom. ”

Seeing the knight's face full of disappointment, Roger smiled, "But we do have a large army. A cleric is leading almost all of the free mercenaries in Boulder Town. Not surprisingly, they arrived before sunset. ”

"Really? It's so good! Trust me man, you've got the biggest surprise for Grey Mist Village. The knight danced excitedly, "Please come with me, our patriarch will be happy to hear this message." ”

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