Thankfully, Davilyn, a thief, has a good martial arts but a reckless temperament, so he has always been a thug rather than a cadre. If it were his brother, he wouldn't have done his best so easily.

Empty-handed daggers, this is a kind of gambling that costs your life, and the slightest mistake will disembowel, which is extremely dangerous. Even if Thomas's physical fitness and prediction ability surpass the opponent in an all-round way, he can only gamble to lead him to make a move, and try his best to kill after following his direction.

He had fought many times in Neverwinter before, and there was no danger in dodging the surprise attack he started, and his brother was much more cautious - he didn't make a move easily, and as soon as he drew his sword, he made a series of moves that were endless, and extremely difficult.

The enemy swung his dagger at the bars of the cell, and while the bars looked like they were well worked, Thomas was worried that he would not be able to withstand the repeated slashes of the magic weapon. "These days, thieves are no longer thieves!" he sighed in hatred, now many thieves don't think about how to deal with traps, they only care about fighting bravely and fiercely competing with rangers, and completely forget their job!

If a professional technical thief is locked in the door, all it takes is a wire to poke the lock open.

As Thomas pulled the bow with all his strength, the bow body made a slight "creaking" sound because it could not withstand his tremendous force.

"Oh no, this bow has been tampered with as well. The thought crossed his mind, and the longbow that had followed the ranger for several years had been snapped.

"Hahahaha!" Davilyn couldn't help but lean back with a smile: "What if I'm tricked in by you?"

"Ahh

In fact, Davilin's attention was not on her at all, and what was the danger of worrying about a tired woman for days?

He was so engrossed in his anticipation that the ranger would throw him with a javelin or a throwing knife or dagger, and he was ready to dodge, catch the knife, and counter-kill!

But what he didn't know was that during these years of fighting, Thomas's bow was damaged or even cut off many times.

Methodically splice the longbow together, Thomas pulls out two small magnets from the items stacked in the corner to use as spell materials. Sparks of magical energy erupted from his fingertips, "welding" a composite bow made of wood chips, horns, and tendons into one.

Davilyn froze, cold sweat breaking out of his forehead.

He used his brain, and finally it occurred to him that he had a magic scroll that seemed to be able to cope with the current situation!

Taking it out of the sealed scroll case, he began to carefully imitate the caster to forcibly activate the scroll. If used when this skill is not proficient, it can easily cause a scroll or wand to explode, injuring yourself. And this skill of the legendary thief, known as the "all-powerful skill", can even disguise himself as a paladin to use the Holy Avenger!

Unlike ordinary rangers, Thomas was trained to recognize and respond to spells from the beginning, and his pupils suddenly contracted: "Protective arrows?"

This spell allows the recipient to face throwing weapons as well as ranged weapons such as bows, arrows, throwing axes, throwing spears, javelins, and small stones without harm.

He hurriedly "smack" and "swish" two arrows over, hoping to distract his opponent and suffer pain to interfere with the completion of the spell. But the other party was also born and killed to the death, flashed an arrow, ate another arrow, and continued to use the scroll!

Thomas reluctantly sent a few more arrows, only to see that the arrows seemed to sink into a swamp as they approached the enemy, trudging through the viscous glue-like air, and finally gently and slowly pressed against the leather armor and fell to the ground.

Seeing Thomas's dumbfounded appearance, the thief couldn't help but sneer mockingly again: "Now you know that ranged attacks are ineffective against this spell, right? Don't worry, I'll go out and kill you right away." ”

"Hmph, who are you fooling?" Thomas came back to his senses, "The maximum amount of protection provided by a spell is determined by the level of mana instilled! ”

It is common sense to buy the cheapest consumable such as a reel.

Davilin, the thief who was punctured, was stunned for a moment, and his expression changed from a sure victory to anger: "Damn! Since I can't kill you, I want this woman to be buried with me!"

"I knew you were trying to kill me by locking him up here!" the spokeswoman shrunk in the corner, throwing the blanket at the thief in an attempt to hide it.

At the same time, a kick flew up from below and kicked to the crotch.

"Oh no," thought Thomas, "is the spokesman at the helm of Brinsander, and he is very courageous—just a little too reckless." ”

Davilyn sneered disdainfully, brushed the blanket with his left hand, and volleyed the woman's leg with a dagger in his right hand. The faint blue flame on the dagger burst out and burned violently through the wound. Unable to bear the pain, she just wanted to scream and dodge, but felt a burst of drowsiness come quickly, making her movements begin to become sluggish, and she could only watch the murderer approach with sleepy eyes.

Then a bolt of lightning flashed through the dimly lit little room, piercing the thief, nailing to the lead wall and turning into an arrow, leaving a burnt smell of ozone and protein in the air.

Thomas sighed, this was a thunderbolt arrow from Aberdell, who had hit Thomas off at Thomas's Gate a few years ago. Thanks to these enchanted arrows and weapons, he was able to successfully kill the Baal Slayer in the tragedy that happened later to avenge him.

This is an antique collected by Aberdell for more than a hundred years, and Thomas doesn't really want to use it if he can, but he doesn't have time to slowly consume the energy of the protective spell.

It took a moment for the sleepy spokeswoman to react and give Thomas a grateful smile.

The Ranger carefully shot two more arrows at the corpse of the enemy on the ground, and put all his belongings in the corner, put them back in their handy places, and put on his shoes.

The spokeswoman could no longer resist the medicinal properties of the drow, and fell to the ground, snoring and sleeping.

"It's good, it saves the anesthetic. ”

Thomas pulled out several potions from the thief's body, and guessed that the smaller ones were emergency medical potions, and the others were invisibility potions.

There was also a wand, and Thomas knew exactly what it was. Because wands cost much less than potions, adventurers mostly use healing wands instead of potions.

In addition, it is the dagger with soaring blue flames that is the most valuable, but unfortunately Thomas can't use it at all, after all, he already has the "Apple Buster".

Putting the potion away for later use, Thomas pulled out the Dawn Blessing.

It was a gold emblem of the Sun that was used as a clock: at the bottom were 12 of them, which stored energy dedicated to healing the followers of the Sun God, and in the middle were six solar wheels that could heal minor injuries to others, and there was a golden dot that represented the present time that could be used to heal serious injuries. The energy of this magic item can be restored daily, so it is more cost-effective than a healing wand in the long run.

Originally, Thomas's money could never afford it, but he had a very close relationship with a certain purple cardinal of the church of the sun god Amanata, and she gave him this gift that was originally used for missionary protection. Now that the relationship between the two has collapsed, Thomas feels a little shameless.

He put the Sun Emblem on his body, and clicked three times in a row to heal his injury, and felt that his vitality had completely returned to him, and his whole body was warm. The female spokeswoman's injuries only used up a ray of light.

He reached the staircase, climbed to the end of it, and listened carefully to the movement outside.

"Well, there's three more people moving. It was the local savage who was snoring, the creaking sound in the other direction was supposed to be the rat man grinding his teeth, and there was a light step walking back and forth, about the members of their gang. ”

After thinking about it, he couldn't close the distance now, and it would be difficult for him to defeat the three of them - it would not be easy to deal with just one barbarian.

In order to avoid making a sound, he pulled open the heavy bezel covering it very slowly, and slowly extended the phone, while he was ready to jump down.

The camera captured the inside of the house, conveyed it to Cortana, and presented it to him.

"The barbarian is half-reclining, with a great axe by his side, ready to fight. ”

"The nezumi is standing next to the door, using black bread as a snack and grinding his teeth, which is funny. ”

Another thief walked around the room restlessly. ”

"You said you heard a faint scream?" said the thief worriedly, "he's not going to do anything to the mayor, is he?"

"We're not worried, what else are you afraid of. Anyway, the old man is to blame, and it's your boss who is on top of it!" said the nezumi carelessly.

Put away the phone and place Cortana back on the inside of her shirt at the center of her heart. Thomas climbed down gently, he thought about it, but still took out the invisibility potion and poured it into the spokeswoman, then tore off a piece of cloth and groped for the original position in his memory and stuffed her mouth.

Drinking the invisibility potion himself, he climbed to the top of the stairs with a longbow on his back and the spokeswoman in one hand. Then cross your legs on the stairs and push the baffle open.

Hearing the movement, they didn't pay attention at first, just glanced at it slightly.

Thomas changed his left hand to a carry, and with his right hand, he jumped out of the ground.

Well, this guy deserves to be of Northland barbarian blood, and his body is indeed bumpy and elastic, and you can feel the muscles under the skin and fat through your clothes.

Hearing the noise, the thieves and nezumi looked over with some confusion, and as a matter of course they didn't notice anything.

Thomas crept to the door with the spokesperson in his arms, invisible.

Suddenly, the nezumi sniffed: "What smell?"

Before he could sniff out the location with his sense of smell, Thomas pulled the door open.

The raging wind and snow outside rushed in, and in the hazy there was a figure galloping away like a wild horse.