The following is a collection of gnawing books and sorting, and the copyright belongs to the author or publisher. After saying goodbye to our two generous imprisoned companions, we took the red wolf to the temple of Rumbli in the cover.

Among the nearly twenty temples in the city of Freshit, the temple of Lumbri, the guardian of the southwestern barbarians and the god of wine and agriculture and animal husbandry, is probably the most dilapidated and cramped. His temple was built on the same secluded path as the Guild Application, except that the Guild Application was located in the middle of the road, while the Temple was at the westernmost end of the road.

Although it is said to be a temple, it is actually a small square that is almost entirely open-air, surrounded by a tall fence. In the square, there are three bronze sculptures related to religion. Some of the devotees roamed the temple, all barefoot and scattered, drawing lines on their faces with chalk and soot. Around the temple were sixteen temple warriors loyal to their faith, all of them were level sixty powerhouses, with strong figures, wearing upper and lower bodies wearing pants sewn from animal skins. The black and white decorations on their faces add a bit of beastly and fierce air to them.

In the center of the square is a stone platform more than one person high, surrounded by four thick stone pillars that support the dome above. Most of the stone pillars are green, and they are already covered with vines. If it weren't for the fact that there were still people standing here, I am afraid that everyone would mistakenly think that this was just a dilapidated manor house in disrepair.

The young High Priestess, Miss Efrina, stood on the earthen platform, facing the door, and greeted the devout believers who pursued their faith with a simple heart with her pure smile. However, it is a pity that judging from the cold situation in the front courtyard of the temple. I'm afraid that there are far more criminal gangs with ill intentions than there are people who have come here to pursue their faith.

Compared to the temples of the other main gods, the temple gate of Lord Rumburi is pitifully narrow, and it is guarded by two temple fighters on each side of the gate. Fearing that the red wolf would be spotted as they entered the door, we decided to use the old way to lure the four people in the way out of the way.

We used the lottery method to select two unlucky people to use as bait, namely Buddha Laugh and Warehouse is also crazy. The two of them successfully completed their mission, and at the same time unusually smoothly ushered in the first prison sentence of their adventures.

After entering the temple, there was no one who could stop the red wolf from approaching the high priestess Ivrina—although there were many believers in the temple, they were all old and weak soldiers in their teens and twenties. Even if the Dark Elves had bothered them all over the ground, they would not have been able to detect any sign of the exotic thief - in fact he did, and used it as a warm-up before the official theft; And those temple fighters were high enough, but they all stood motionless in the corners around the temple. Of course, the red wolf doesn't have the leisure to run to them and challenge the limits of his skills.

We have never lost sight of the Red Wolf, thanks to our Elven Marksman. We all know that this mutant elf, born with amblyopia, has learned a skill called "Listening to the Wind Arrow" without a teacher, and can rely entirely on hearing to find hidden enemies. He was after determining the location of the Dark Elves. He also cast a skill called "Life Target" on him, which has no damage effect at all, but can create an arrow-shaped magic mark on the top of the head of the recruiter. Like our name, this mark seems to be associated with some kind of soul energy. Except for me, only those who wade through the void will be able to discover its existence, and those who are destined to never leave this material plane for the rest of their lives will never discover the existence of this mark.

Just determine the location of the red wolf. It would no longer be impossible to search for him. Although his stealth skills are at their peak. But just follow the magic markers. We can always see the transparent outline of his body vaguely.

The only difficulty came from the High Priestess herself, though she seemed to be just an ordinary maiden next door who was harmless to humans and animals. But in any case, she is a heroic figure who has already surpassed level seventy, and her perception of the abnormal phenomena around her is more keen. Just as the red wolf was approaching the staircase, Miss Efrina suddenly turned her head warily and glanced suspiciously in his direction. The dark elf immediately broke out in a cold sweat, and turned around with his tail between his legs. This danger happened three times in a row, and the red wolf didn't even touch the edge of the high platform, which made us all worry together.

The action was frustrated repeatedly, forcing the dark elves to make a desperate gamble and resort to the final killer move. Vaguely, I saw the red wolf bring a small gray crystal bottle to his mouth, and then drank the contents again. In an instant, it was as if a puff of steam poured out from under his feet, completely enveloping his transparent figure, which was already difficult to detect, and then completely disappeared, leaving only a circular magic mark, as if it was hanging there out of thin air, making it impossible to see the slightest clue.

I know that our dark elf friend has used the "vaporizer" he has been preparing for a long time. Judging from the use effect, the reason why this expensive potion can be sold makes people smash the pot and sell blood

The price still has its own reason.

The rest of the matter is hard for me to describe in words, except for I can only tell you that I watched as the circle of magic marks with red hearts fluttered up the platform in mid-air, successfully not attracting the attention of the young High Priest. Then, it ghostly slid back to the beetle wave mirror, and then successfully stuck to her back.

It didn't stop behind Evrina for long, barely enough for two deep breaths at most. But I think that for an old thief like Red Wolf, who has reached level 40 in his theft skills, this is enough time for him to clean up the money bag that a person is carrying in the underwear compartment, and then take out a pen and paper and write a sonnet expressing a passionate feeling such as "Thank you for your generosity", and then stuff it back into the empty money bag, and then put the money bag back in its place without the owner noticing.

You know, for some people with special skills, time always seems to flow unusually slowly.

Countless facts tell us that no matter how good the equipment or precious potions you can use, the gap between the soul levels of two people is still difficult to bridge, whether in battle or when stealing - especially when the difference between two people is almost thirty levels. While the "Vaporizing Potion" costs more than a hundred gold coins and is worth the money, it only buys the transnational giant Dark Elf Red Wolf a maximum of five seconds to be with the alert High Priest. Spending a hundred gold coins to buy those five seconds of time reminds me of the awkward proverb I once heard people say, "Every inch of time is an inch of gold."

This is not very accurate, and the facts in front of me prove that this "inch of time" is worth more than a little gold.

"Intruder, the god Remblis will not merciful your courage, may the light of punishment forever envelop your cursed soul!" After about five seconds, the High Priestess, Miss Efrina, suddenly sensed that someone was behind her, and shouted at her, and the good fortune of the red wolf came to an end in this reprimand. In just a moment, the young religious leader immediately replaced the sweet appearance of the girl next door, revealing extraordinary strength that was not commensurate with her age.

With a slight wave of her slender arm, a thick emerald green aura immediately burst out from her body, causing a violent concussion. The dark elf lurking beside her was suddenly attacked by this indiscriminate powerful concussion, completely revealing her tracks, and the vitality in her body was as if it was being pumped out, and in the blink of an eye, it was on the verge of dying.

As soon as the devout and loyal Templar Warrior heard the High Priest's call, he raised his spear in the air, and he was determined to faithfully perform his duty with his actions. Originally, I thought that these brave warriors would rush up and smash the discovered illegal infiltrators into a pile of rotten garlic. But what I didn't expect was that their attack would come so quickly:

As soon as the High Priest's voice sounded, the stout group of temple guardians immediately threw their spears out of their hands. I promise, it was the most ferocious ranged attack you could imagine at this point, and the spears seemed to have the power to cut through time and space, and even your eyes couldn't catch their presence, leaving only black shadows in the air with the breath of death. It's not until they've hit their target with unmistakable accuracy, piercing the Dark Elves' thin bodies that you'll hear their "whining" like a grim smile.

Even until death, the dark elf's body didn't have time to fall, and you can imagine the death of an unlucky thief standing there with transparent hole-filled eyes, like a piece of buttermilk that has dried up). He was also subjected to such a horrific torture of whipping corpses, which caused the venerable High Priestess to consume so much mana for nothing.

The only thing we looked forward to with the death of the Dark Elf was that his right hand seemed to be clenched tightly until his body was completely gone, as if he had indeed stolen something......

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