Perhaps it was a long day of physical exertion, or perhaps it was mental exhaustion, and as soon as he lay down in bed, Lanlos felt a thick tiredness hit his heart.

DiDi ...... Warn...... Neurotoxin invasion of Lanlos was detected......

Analyze the composition and effect ......

Paralysis, hypnosis...... Non-life-threatening ......

The synthesized voice of Sagritt sounded vaguely in his mind, and the moment Lanlos's eyelids slowly closed, his heart was filled with endless grief.

Fuck it, this shitty black shop......

The dazzling pillars of light in the Well of the Sun shone with golden light for a long time, and only with her presence, even if it was shrouded in night, Silvermoon City would not fall into darkness.

The same goes for Lanlos's bedroom.

A petite figure crept into the room, barely able to make out her outfit in the dim light.

Is it the maid just now? It must have been drugged in wine!

Sneering at Lanros, who was snoring slightly, the maid rummaging through her clothes not far away. Soon, after a flash of surprise on her face, a fanny pack embroidered with a golden phoenix appeared in her hand.

Obviously, the maid was extremely confident in the efficacy of the medicine, and did not leave the scene of the crime as soon as she got what she needed.

As if mocking Lanlos's incompetence, she swaggered to the other party's bedside, and even looked at the wronged boss with leisure: "Hehe, it's not bad, but it's too stupid." ”

"Thank you for the compliment......"

Rumble!

The night was torn apart by a loud bang, and the residents of the neighborhood continued to scream in horror and looked up at the hotel.

The scarlet flames shattered the walls, expanding and dissipating in the air like an ever-changing flower of flame. Large swaths of red-hot masonry were blown away, and many even smashed through the balcony windows of residents opposite, causing riots and panic.

With tongues of fire lingering around his fingertips, Lanlos slowly sat up from the bed, ignoring the tragic scene on the balcony caused by his own hands, and came to the place where the maid had just stood.

Yes, just now.

The Flame Explosion Technique did not leave the other party, and the moment the big fireball called out her face, the woman disappeared into the smoke.

Along with your own space bag.

After a short silence, Lanlos muttered to himself, "Have you written down the other party's information?"

"Both holograms and attribute state analysis have been documented, but the nearby biobase is too large and it takes a long time to compare......"

"No, I can find her. Turning his head to look at the huge hole emitting black smoke, Lan Luos's sharp gaze seemed to penetrate the night, and the next moment, the space around him continued to distort, and the whole person disappeared directly.

Almost at the same time, the door was slammed open, and the angry proprietress rushed in with the guards: "Damn it, my inn, what the hell have you done...... Huh, what about people?"

Data Update ......

Unholy Burn: When activated, the Unholy Fire incinerates toxins and debuffs from the body, and cannot expel magical effects.

This is the key to Lanloth's ability to fight back, and the use of evil power is not only to destroy enemies or prolong life...... To a certain extent, the ability to achieve purification is also possible, but of course, it still requires sacrificing one's own health.

As for stopping Sagret's covered search, it is not only because it takes too long, but also because it takes a lot of energy to collect.

It's stupid to steal important items from the caster.

Everyone's soul is different, and each caster's magic imprint is different. If this mark is not removed, then unless the space bag is taken out of Silvermoon City in a short period of time, Lanloth will be able to clearly sense its location.

But the other party didn't seem to have enough experience in dealing with spellcasters, and she didn't lift her magic mark.

Even with the glow of the sun well, the street was unexpectedly dark.

The houses on both sides of the road are tall and crowded, blocking out almost all light. The narrow streets barely fit through an arcane golem, more alleys than streets.

But it's also an alley.

Murder Trail is a name that has been passed down by everyone, and although it has not been recognized by the royal court, it has basically acquiesced.

It is rumored that many years ago, Silvermoon City was not as safe and powerful as it is now.

A wealthy family of High Elf nobles returning home after Halloween is passing through the alley when they are ambushed by trolls, killing Thomas and his wife Martha instantly, in front of their son, Bruce Wayne.

After that, the adult Bruce Wayne chose to join the army and shined in the Far Wanderer troops. Vengeful Bruce has wiped out nearly all trolls in and around Silvermoon, and the alley has been named the 'Murder Trail' in honor of the ranger's exploits.

Remember not only Bruce Wayne, but also his family.

Of course, this kind of folklore is not very credible, and Lanlos prefers to believe another version.

I heard that there is a huge thief gang hidden in Silvermoon City, and their lair is very likely to be here.

The long empty alley, the faint light constantly writhing, and the blurred black shadow appeared in the corner.

Lanloth stood in front of a small wooden door, and although the dust and cobwebs were deliberately processed, a handprint could be clearly seen on the lock.

Apparently left not so long ago, in a hurry, it didn't even have time to cover up.

Raising his hand and knocking lightly, the door lock was turned in response to the mage's hand, and the wooden door was silently opened.

Shout!

The moment Lanlos stepped into the room behind the door, a small scream suddenly rang out in the air.

A sharp dagger stabbed at Lanloth's face from a diagonal direction!

Bite!

The crisp sound of collision resounded in his ears, and a bright flash of light bloomed in the air, and the blade of the wind instantly flicked the dagger far away. Almost at the same time, Lanlos kicked his opponent in the abdomen, and to his surprise, before he could make much effort, the opponent flew away in an exclamation.

The elf boy who collapsed to the ground looked very simple, the thin man looked obviously underage, and the appearance of covering his chest with pain on his face made people feel heartache.

With a frown, Lanlos ignored the other party's hateful gaze, and with a stroke of sleep spell, he fell into a deep sleep, and slowly walked towards the depths of the room with the Wind Blade.

He could feel that there was his own magic mark around here.

Descending down the narrow, dimly lit passageway, and past the last corner, Lanloth's vision suddenly widened.

The dilapidated magic lamp had apparently not been charged for a long time, and although it had been cared for without a speck of dust, the light was still dim, but it barely allowed Lanloth to see everything in front of him.

Rows of desks are filled with yellowed and wrinkled books, and the dense notes show the carefulness and seriousness of their owners.

It's a, school?

Not far away was a rudimentary training dummy, covered with tiny traces that seemed to confirm Lanros's conjecture.

It's not just a school, it's a stalker school.

Seeing that there were small props such as smoke bombs and throwing knives placed near the dummy, Lanlos smiled coldly.

It seems that his conjecture is correct, and it is indeed a bandit den. But if there are guards, why aren't there any others?

Just as he raised his foot to move forward, Lanlos suddenly stopped, and an extremely cold light flashed in his eyes.

Lifting his feet backwards, he heard a muffled grunt, and an emaciated figure flew backwards and slammed down the bookshelf. At this moment, a dagger hit the ground, and the crisp sound continued to echo in the room.

However, the moment Lanlos turned around, there was a faint sound of breaking the air in his ears again.

Turning sideways slightly, Lanlos narrowly dodged the incoming throwing knife, raised his hand and pointed in the direction it had come.

A visible shockwave roared forward, and desks, stools, everything around them were overturned, and at the same time, it was the elf who launched the attack.

"Kill this intruder!"

"Let's go together!"

......

A childish roar came from all directions, and Lanlos quickly recited the incantation in desperation.

I saw a translucent shield envelop him in an instant, and the flying knives, books, and even bricks in the air were bounced away. Even if the occasional attack can break through the physical deflection of the shield technique, the speed and accuracy are greatly reduced, and Lanloth can easily dodge it.

"Have you had enough trouble, give it to me, be quiet!"

Rumble!

A not-so-dazzling glow suddenly exploded in front of him, and the white dust of light engulfed all the minor thieves in the vicinity like stars in the night.

Flash Dust, a 3-ring confusion control spell, the burst of light dust can affect the will of creatures within the range, and creatures that fail to resist the effect of the spell will enter a stun time of about 5 seconds.

Just like it is now.

Watching the children fall to the ground one by one, constantly wailing uncomfortably, Lanlos shrugged helplessly.

Unexpectedly, none of these children could resist.

No, there is one!

"Die!" Behind the magic lamp hanging overhead, the unnoticed shadow suddenly writhed, and a vague figure fell very quickly, and the target was none other than the elven mage below.