Gondor was very efficient, and as he spoke, he had already left what he was doing and returned to the castle - he didn't really have anything important on his hands, nothing more than to steal something. Anyway, those treasures are still in their original places, and they are not in a hurry to get their hands on them in the next day or two.

For example, the two golden eggs he gave out as a gift came from an ancient tomb and the other from a treasure trove of a great nobleman. For him, these things are the same wherever they are placed, just temporary storage, depending on when he wants to steal - although the "Dark Stalker" does not know the legendary skills of theft such as pickpocketing and lockpicking, but with his stealth ability alone, there is no treasure trove in the world that can stop him, it is just a matter of how long he has to wait outside the treasure trove.

In order to steal the golden egg that was placed in the treasure house of the great noble, he waited outside the treasure house for more than a month before the nobleman had something to open the treasure house and took the opportunity to sneak in. When the treasure house was closed again, he stole something and went back to the city, unaware. Presumably, the nobleman himself didn't know that the golden eggs in the treasury were gone, and maybe when he got the news, he might have to figure out how to get the two golden eggs of others.

Before dinner, Gondor had already arrived in Trella. Because he was in a state of weakness, his spirit was a little poor, and the whole person looked sick. But after a feast, he came back to life full of blood, cleaned up a little, and the "first stealth master of the world" set off for the Thracian mission.

The Thracian mission did not live in the city of Trera, but set up camp in the suburbs near the eastern part of the city. This made the Trela people a little embarrassed, thinking that it was a distrust of themselves, but when the Thracian knights showed the "storm charge" in that knight competition, everyone understood that when it came to this kind of family stunt, it was not too cautious to be careful.

The camp was built very carefully and heavily guarded, and if it was an exaggeration, it was likely that not even a fly could fly into it. Since that knightly tournament, many people have wanted to dive in, but not a single one has succeeded.

Those who want to infiltrate it, the strong and clever ones, can escape before they are caught, and the ones who are not high enough or clever enough are trapped in the camp. The Thracians did not waste any time in playing any torture, but all the spies who were caught, not a single one was left, they were hanged and hung outside, plus those who had died in the trap or in battle, and more than twenty gallows had been erected in the small open space east of the camp, and a corpse was hung on each gallows.

Among these corpses, there are quite some well-known masters. For example, a famous stalker from the Terrella Thieves' Guild died here. That person is a well-known infiltration expert, and even his reputation alone can deter many opponents, no one expected that even he would be planted.

At this moment, Gondor stood near this small clearing, ignoring the stench, and looked at the corpses from a distance, the one that had just been hung up today, and had not yet begun to decompose, especially caught his attention.

('Grey Shadow' Tefana...... I can't believe that even he died here!This man should have lived to the back of the Battle of the Royal Capital and become the head of the Terrera Thieves Guild!)

He frowned, and couldn't help but be a little worried.

The history of this world is very different from what the travelers are familiar with. He couldn't tell if the difference was good or bad, but he couldn't help but feel the unpredictability of fate rising from the bottom of his heart.

Gondor stood in the woods with stealth, waited patiently until the sun went down, then sighed softly, and Gondor stepped forward towards the Thracian camp.

After only a few steps, his figure, which had been so dim that it was almost invisible, disappeared completely, without even the slightest trace.

Night is a stalker's paradise, and in the dark, the effect of his stealth skill is greatly enhanced. What's more, when night comes, as long as he stands still, unless he is close to the light source, neither the detection skill nor the prophecy spell can find him.

This is Gondor's biggest hole card, and it is where he dares to break into the Thracian mission single-handedly.

Gondor walked through the camp with a very slow and light pace, observing his surroundings, especially the ground, to make sure that he was on the footsteps of the soldiers with every step—he did not know what kind of traps the Thracians had laid in the camp, but no matter what the traps were, they would not trap their own people. As long as you follow the footsteps of the Thracian soldiers, there should be no danger.

After walking for a while, his heart suddenly moved and stopped.

Is it true that "as long as you follow the footprints, there is no danger"?

It's just that others are just that, and it's impossible for Tefana not to understand this. Although the famous stealth master does not know the legendary skill, the level of the stealth skill is definitely not low. He will actually show his stuff, it is absolutely impossible for him to be discovered because his stealth skills are not up to par, he may only be caught in a trap!

The trap that can make the "gray shadow" trick, Gondor himself has no confidence that he can dodge.

So he stopped and looked more closely.

Soon, he saw something special inside the messy footprints.

It was the footprints left by walking in special soft-soled shoes, which soldiers would never wear, only thieves or stalkers needed to wear such shoes to eliminate the sound of their footsteps.

Gondor carefully observed the footprints, following them from afar, mentally tracing the whereabouts of their owner—the infiltrator following the soldiers' footprints as he did. At first he walked smoothly, his steps steady and brisk, and the distance between each step was about the same. But as he approached the main tent in the center of the Thracian mission, his steps suddenly became chaotic - which meant that he had been discovered!

At this moment, Gondor stood about five or six meters away from where the stealth master had been found, frowning, observing the footprints.

After the man's footprints were messed up, he didn't hesitate and immediately turned around and left. But his footprints had barely taken three steps before they suddenly vanished - I don't know if they had been caught, or if they had been burned by magic until their bones were gone.

Gondor looked at it for a long time, and finally saw the clue - not far ahead, on the side of the road, in some floating soil, there were a few small glass beads hidden.

He wasn't an expert in magic, so he didn't know what the little glass orbs were for, but he was sure that if he got close to them, the results would be no different from the stealth master before.

(Amazing!)

The traverser, who was proud of being the best in the world in stealth technology, smiled slightly, not a little frustrated, but with a light of fighting spirit in his eyes.

(It's such a powerful defense that it's worth me to dive into!)