In the face of people who maliciously lifted the ban on him, Yang Long has never been soft, and this time is naturally no exception, but now that Yang Long is a member of the caravan, if he kills these people and continues to follow the team, then the follow-up threat is too great.

After all, if it weren't for perception, Yang Long would never have discovered these guys.

But if he killed these people and left, Yang Long's flaws were too big, in case that Gray retaliated and gave Yang Long the title of a wanted fugitive, then it would undoubtedly have a far-reaching impact on his subsequent development in the Storm Kingdom.

The disguised identity may be a guarantee, but it can't be relied on too much, because most of the people in the Second Legion know the identity of Yang Long's Grove family.

Maybe the Wendsol who was friendly to him would not betray him, but Yang Long didn't dare to guarantee that the other legion members would grit their teeth for him, and the female warrior who took care of him for a while was the guy Yang Long was most worried about.

One of the three major families of Lordaeron, the identity of the patriarch of the Grove family, Yang Long is definitely going to use it when the time is right, if it is designed in advance, this road that is not usually the norm will be completely blocked.

"Killing people is just a strategy, so forget it. Yang Long thought about it, and finally reluctantly found that the only way out was to quietly retreat from the current situation, and then leave the caravan and go alone.

Once upon a time, a first-order professional would almost kill Yang Long.

And now facing a group of low-level enemies led by fourth-order professionals, Yang Long could easily clean up the other party. But because of scruples, he could only give up in the end, which made Yang Long feel a faint humiliation.

However, after so many years, Yang Long's arrogance because he once stood at the top of the world has been unconsciously weakened a lot, and now he is no longer so blind and impulsive.

With a soft sigh, Yang Long stood up and bent down, grabbed the professional lying on the ground, and wanted to throw him back on the bed.

How do you know that his hands have just touched the other party's arm, and the snoring in the mouth of this professional continues, but his eyes suddenly widen at the boss. With both hands, he firmly grasped Yang Long.

"Hey, hey!" the professional laughed loudly. With a smug expression in his eyes, he pulled Yang Long and dragged him out of the tent: "Damn guy, you dare to touch here and steal something!"

Apparently this guy didn't know why, and had already woken up from his coma one step earlier. But perhaps it was because he realized that he was not harmed. actually regarded Yang Long as a thief who infiltrated.

After hearing this guy's shouting. The professionals gathered in front of the campfire, along with the three sentries around them, all rushed towards the tent quickly. Get ready to take a look at the thief who has been caught.

The other party's assumption made Yang Long a little speechless, and he couldn't make up his mind for a while, and under the brazenness brought by the strength gap, he didn't break free and grabbed this guy out of the tent.

As soon as he walked out of the tent, Yang Long was surrounded by a group of people, and all the professionals came over curiously, but because of the darkness of the night, they couldn't see his face clearly for a while.

Fortunately, there was a young man with first-order strength who was very clever enough to bring over a torch, so that these guys could barely see the face of this "thief" clearly, and they became lively for a while.

"Yo! he's an old thief!"

"Get out of the way, don't be in front of the light!"

"It doesn't look like a thief at all!"

"Are you an idiot? You can see it, and you're still a ball thief!"

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Seeing this group of people like zoo tourists, surrounding the guys who judged their own tastes, Yang Long's face couldn't help but twitch, and he thought in shame: "I was actually watched by such a group of mentally retarded people."

The noisy commotion of the crowd finally woke up the leader of this team, the berserker Ford, whose strength had reached the lower rank of the fourth order.

After a sleepy-eyed inquiry, and learning that he had been disturbed by a thief, Ford was furious, and strode up through the crowd, ready to vent his frustration on the thief.

However, compared to him, the other guy who had been guarding for half the night and couldn't find anything good to eat, and the hungry and panicked guy was even more annoyed, and before Ford could see Yang Long's face clearly, this guy had already flown up in the air and flew towards Yang Long's back with a fierce kick.

Bang -

With the strength of the second order, how could he have a chance to kick Yang Long, but he changed his pace slightly, and the professional who launched the attack brushed Yang Long and sat on the ground with a heavy butt.

"Ouch!" sat firmly on the ground from a height of more than a meter, making the poor fellow let out a miserable scream, almost fainted, and rolled around on the ground holding his lumbar spine.

"Yo ho, dare to hide!" The professionals who were watching the play around also reacted at this time, and they all scolded and jumped up, wanting to beat up this damn thief well.

"Stop!" A loud shout interrupted everyone's movements, and they reflexively turned their heads to look, only to find that it was Ford who walked up, looking at Yang Long's disguised face in a daze.

As an officer in the Stormwind Kingdom, although he was only the leader of the local army and did not have much power, Gray had received a strict education and understood what it meant to rob his country's caravans.

That's going to be sent to the gallows!

Therefore, Gray took great pains to devise a set of methods for robbing the merchants, and to prevent him from absolving himself of any responsibility after the East Window incident.

Therefore, this team is only used to follow the target, and only Ford, a fourth-order lower leader, knows the specific appearance and information of the target.

This is a farce that makes Yang Long laugh.

Ford didn't take it seriously at first, and wanted to come up and torture the thief they caught, but when Yang Long dodged the flying kick like a cloud, he felt a little bad.

The professionals of the Storm Kingdom, because of the country's conscious universal education, have more or less some basic common sense.

The other team members are not serious, and they can't see that Yang Long is smart, but Ford is a professional who has received a certain amount of systematic training, and he can see at a glance that the person in front of him is not easy to mess with.

Especially when everyone stopped drinking and saw Yang Long's face clearly, Ford's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

"How could you" Ford stammered, a hesitant expression on his face, hesitating to attack.

As for Yang Long's specific strength, Gray and others have also analyzed it, and came to the conclusion that it is at least above the intermediate level, and it should be a professional in the melee inheritance category.

After all, his well-proportioned muscles, and the way a melee professional dresses, weren't very difficult to figure out.

The fourth-order lower rank is just the entry level of the middle level, and even if he unites with everyone else, at most it will pose a threat to a fourth-order upper rank professional, and Ford, who understands this very well, does not dare to rashly launch an attack.

But Ford didn't realize that not only was he thinking about it, but Yang Long was also thinking about whether to make a move, and he had already made up his mind at this time.

"You wouldn't have died. Yang Long said lightly, there was no trace of ruthlessness in his tone, as if he was telling a thing that was completely irrelevant to everyone.

But when these words reached the ears of the surrounding professionals, they made this group of people can't help but be afraid, especially the professionals who grabbed Yang Long's hands, their feet began to tremble, and they wanted to let go and retreat but found that their bodies did not obey the call.

"Damn, fight!" Finally, one of the adventurers couldn't take it anymore and roared loudly, taking a step back and pulling out the short sword at his waist.

The behavior of this professional made this group of people see hope, and they all followed suit, grabbed the weapons in their hands, and were about to rush towards Yang Long.

It's a pity it's too late.

Just as everyone pulled away and grabbed the nearest weapon, Yang Long's body shook and a skill scurried, grabbed his professional, and his arms were directly dislocated with a clatter, and the whole person fell backwards.

At the same time, Yang Long's left wrist flipped over, and a large Mithril flying knife suddenly appeared in his palm, and turned into flashes of light, shooting towards the vital parts of every professional around him

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