"Ho, you native!" Sensing Yang Long's intentions, the undead thief gasped loudly and scolded weakly, "Do you think that with your identity, you can use our bags?

In addition to the adventurers, the Méiyou people can use their bags, and the adventurers also use the space items of other professions, which has become the consensus of all living beings in Azeroth.

That's why when the undead thieves are at a disadvantage, they will feel deep remorse for provoking such an enemy as Yang Long" "Please search, the novel is better and faster!."

Because Yang Long obviously uses space items, even if he kills Yang Long, he will not get the benefits of shime, and Yang Long can't open his bags, so naturally he won't have bad intentions towards him.

In fact, this is also one of the reasons why adventurers walk outside, even if they are alone in the face of powerful creatures, they are not coveted, for the bones that are not good and difficult to gnaw, unless there is a grudge, it is generally méiyou people who are bored to fight.

Now that the big mistake has been made, the undead thief who knows that he has no hope of surviving can't help but laugh when he sees that Yang Long actually made a common-sense mistake: "Hahaha, I didn't expect you to have good ability, but your head is some....ah?"

The adventurer's laughter came to an abrupt end, because Yang Long's hand actually grabbed the bag without hindrance, ripped it off the waist of the undead thief, and held it firmly in his hand.

"Uh....what if you can touch it?it's not that you can't fight..."After a moment of stunned, the undead thief had just thought of a kěnéng sex, and before he could finish it, he choked suddenly.

Because it's shihou who speaks. Yang Long Yijing unsealed the bag and took out a silver shining stone from it, which was chiseled from its body and put into the bag after it killed the earth element half a day ago.

"Hmm... This kind of stone should be Mithril ore, right?" Yang Long checked it in his hand, but the size of an apple actually weighed twenty or thirty catties, and it was quite heavy.

Mithril Azeroth shijiè, a unique metal-like species that is generally hidden deep in the earth. Unless there is a juliè change in the earth's crust. It can only be found in the rocks that earth elemental creatures use to build their bodies.

Due to this metal-like texture, the texture is very strong, so most of the high-quality metal weapons, shields, and armor. A little of this metal is added to the shihou that is created.

High demand and low output. As a result, the market price of Mithril is extremely expensive. As for the piece in Yang Long's hand, the Mithril refined was only the size of a finger at most, but it was worth hundreds of gold coins.

But for the great nobility. Mithril is not a rare thing, Yang Long's hundreds of ordinary flying knives, each of which is mixed with a lot of Mithril, he is just the first time to see Mithril ore, and he is just curious.

In addition to this piece of Mithril ore, there are dozens of other pieces of Mithril ore large or small in the adventurer's bag, and occasionally some relatively low-value gold ore.

These four bags are no more than the size of the palm of your hand, but the space inside is very huge, dozens of pieces of Mithril ore, all placed in one bag, are actually completely filled.

"It seems that you are still a miner, and the adventurer is so down... Yang Long shook his head sarcastically, and put the Mithril ore into the spatial ring, ready to take a look at other things.

And this shihou, who had been "watching" Yang Long flipping his bags and not saying a word, after scanning back and forth between Yang Long's space ring and his bag more than ten times, Turán looked at Yang Long's space ring fixedly, and screamed like a shime.

"You're you?!You've betrayed us too!" The undead thief shuddered all over, but this time it was because of his anger, and despite the aggravation of his physical injuries, he struggled desperately: "You want this for Shime?!Ah? You want for Shime..."

Boast!

A fierce kick was imprinted directly on the adventurer's face, and after the skinny undead thief raised his head and stepped back on the ground, he moved down the yidiǎn against its neck and made it unable to struggle.

Lowering his head and looking at the undead thief, because of the other party's méiyou eyes, Yang Long did not notice the details of this adventurer, staring at his ring, only gǎnjiào to the point of being very inexplicable.

"What are you talking about?!" Yang Long frowned and asked lightly in confusion: "Who are you talking about? Are you an adventurer?

The successive questions were obviously unexpected by the adventurer, but they also made him recover from his madness, and after a pause, he seemed to have another guess: "The strength of the sixth order, how can you kěnéng him! Yes, you are definitely not him!"

"Who is he?" Yang Long wondered, and after thinking about it, he added: "Ruguo, you are honest, maybe I can spare your life, I have always been a talker." ”

For this adventurer, of course, Yang Long will not let it go, no matter whether it tells the truth or not, it will only be a dead end in the end.

Yang Long, who never blushes when he tells lies, makes such a guarantee, which looks like nàme, and the undead thief seems to be bewitched by him, and the silent seems to be moved.

And Yang Long was not in a hurry, just waited quietly, as if he was determined to win, as if he did not doubt that this undead thief would not believe what he said.

"Are you telling the truth?" the undead thief asked, unconvinced, and just as he wanted to continue to say something shime, Turán raised his head and looked above Yang Long, trembling all over, as if he was greatly frightened.

The reaction of the adventurer under his feet made Yang Long's face sink, and he quickly looked up at the sky, but he found anything, looked around for a while, and after carefully perceiving it for a while, he still found nothing.

"Hmph, are you fooling me?" Yang Long's face was gloomy, and he had just lowered his head to be ruthless, when the undead thief Turán screamed.

"Oh, no, don't!" cried out the adventurer, with great fear, opening his closed mouth like a slaughterhouse animal before it died, "spare your life!

In the panicked screams, the body of the undead thief, inch after inch, began to disappear like a piece of burning paper with the black smoke rising from the top.

As for the dissipation of Ziji's body, the undead thief was able to beg for mercy at first, but later he only cared about letting out a terrible scream, and his skull-like mouth kept opening and closing, like a fish about to suffocate after coming ashore.

"It's... What's going on?" Yang Long was stunned for a moment, and asked suspiciously, only to find that half of the undead thief under his feet had turned into ashes, and he didn't have time to pay attention to him just because of the screams.

This strange phenomenon made Yang Long hit a spirit, leaned down violently and grabbed the adventurer's neck, and said viciously: "What's the matter with you? Who is going to kill you?!"

"Ahh Defector... Yes... Oblivion... Ahhh

Just a few dozen seconds later, this undead thief was right under Yang Long's nose, and yidiǎnyidiǎn turned into black fly ashes, and finally dissipated cleanly, except for the bags in Yang Long's hands, anything that proved its existence in Méiyou.

"It's really... It's very unpleasant!" Yang Long took a deep breath and was quietly stunned for a while before slowly muttering to himself.

In this shijiān, he thought of the past, and thought of the few "hallucinations" that gave him a lot of shock and confusion, and made him completely uncontrollable.

Vaguely, Yang Long found that the tragic death of the adventurer this time may also have a certain connection with the hallucinations that reappeared in that year.

Looking up again, there was a glimmer of clouds in the sky, only a scorching sun that emitted a golden huángsè light, and a deep blue canopy, everything was natural, and there was nothing wrong with méiyou.

But for the first time, Yang Long had the illusion that he was secretly being taken by the shime people and following a certain trajectory, which made him cold all over, but he was helpless.

But in any case, this time the battle is over, no matter whether someone is secretly planning something, Yang Long is a living person, and he is not nàmerongyi being manipulated at will.

"Traitor, forgetting? After thinking about it for a while, but without the slightest clue, Yang Long no longer had a headache, and found that he couldn't put the adventurer's bag into the space ring, so he simply wrapped it around his belt.

After resting casually for a while, Yang Long méiyou did not delay at all, and immediately set off to continue walking towards the west

On the other side, thousands of kilometers away, Stormwind City, the Garden District.

A tall and mighty strong man, walking on the sidewalk in a hurry, and the pedestrians who met him in this open area all nodded and smiled at him to express their kindness.

These people include this big man, and they all have bags on their belts, which shows that they all have the same identity.

Adventurer!

For the rest of the adventurers, the brawny man was obviously patient and completely ignored, and continued further into the garden area until he came to an inconspicuous hut, and then stopped.

After taking a deep breath to adjust his state, and carefully tidying up his clothes for a while, the strong man gently knocked on the wooden door of the hut, that kind of cautious attitude did not match his own temperament at all, and it looked very funny and made people laugh.

However, the strong man's face was not natural at all, but showed a natural demeanor, as if he should have done it himself.

"Vice President!" the strong man only knocked a few times, then bowed his head in a proper manner, and said respectfully to the wooden door of the hut, "Are you there? (To be continued.) )