After successfully committing a shocking theft in the holy city of Freshit, successfully stealing the personal equipment of one of the famous heroes, Miss Efrina, the young High Priest of the Temple of Rumbri, the "High Priest's Secret Treasure", the powerful international thief Red Wolf traveled through the plane of time and space twice to travel to Falvi on his adventures. And the city of Chamera was the end of his last journey.

When he couldn't hold back his thoughts about this continent plane again, and came to Chamera City again, he didn't realize that there were some things that had changed dramatically:

"Hey, it's really interesting to be able to join the guild of the alliance...... "As soon as the red wolf in a night suit was "online" (note: the language of the air wader, the meaning of successfully descending on the plane, and "player" and NPC, it is a strange word, the same below), and received the magic information of the success of joining the guild through magic notes. He looked up at the long and honorless guild name and said in surprise, but he didn't notice that he was standing in the crowd and became very conspicuous, and more and more citizens of the empire with red names noticed his presence and approached him one by one......

"Click!" With a crisp sound, a white bone cage was snapped down, trapping the red wolf in the middle. Before our Thief Grandmaster could react to the attack that fell from the sky, untold amounts of attack magic and sharp blades pierced through the cracks in the cage of bones, filling the already narrow magic cage.

"This guy is so fat, his name is so red that he dares to appear in the city blatantly!" A sentimental demon warrior wields his mace vigorously. On the one hand, he sighed with admiration.

"He's a guild member, won't come back to trouble us......" A cautious Dark Elf Shadowcultist hesitantly reminded the crowd - I mean, his words were hesitant, but his hands were clean, and a dark storm threw it at the caged Dark Elf Assassin with his head over his face.

"What a mess of bullshit guilds, I've never heard of them. Such a garbage guild can find a fart trouble, and the old lady beckoned a vote of people to demolish its hometown! A female troll magician shouted in awe-inspiring righteousness, with the guild mark of "Tooth of Love" on her head—a name that thunderously belonged to the second largest guild in the Empire of the Last Days.

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It was probably the most glamorous time in Red Wolf's life - he had never been the center of so much attention. However, he was in the spotlight for a little shorter, about two or three seconds later. His corpse was stirred into a pile of dark elf meat sauce, and his soul flew out of the sky.

It wasn't until he was shattered that the dark elf assassin Red Wolf realized what had happened: when he successfully joined the Alliance Guild, he was automatically freed from the jurisdiction of the Apocalyptic Empire. Without hesitation, he joined the alliance camp. Now that he had become an honorable Continental Alliance Resistance Warrior, and the first Continental Alliance warrior to infiltrate the enemy's military stronghold so deeply, it was a great honor he could never have dreamed of—or rather. If he did dream of the earth, it would have been a terrible nightmare......

To the Red Wolf's despair, his nightmare did not end with the end of this life. He was amazed to find that he had turned into a dead frail soul, surveying his surroundings through the eyes of a dead man. I'm in the middle of a post-apocalyptic warrior cemetery, and this damn cemetery is built in the middle of the town of Chamera. This meant that even if he wanted to resurrect directly in the graveyard in his soul state, he would only be able to appear in a heavily guarded enemy castle - in contrast. Instead, his body was a little closer to the city gates. The chances of escaping are correspondingly greater.

This embarrassing phenomenon is entirely the result of the poor and stupid art and architectural aesthetics of the mob in the Blightlands - you think. How stupid would it be to turn the most commercially valuable and expensive land in the center of the city into a cemetery to bury the dead? The clever city managers of the Continental Alliance have long been filled with all kinds of commercial shops that can make high profits. Why don't these filthy and stinky creatures move their clumsy and stupid brains, don't they know that rotting corpses emit a foul stench? It is very detrimental to the maintenance of the city's appearance and environmental hygiene, and will it also cause a series of plague disasters?

Belch...... Of course, they probably didn't care about that, and the undead who were running around their city with rotten muscles and bones didn't seem to have an outbreak of plague because of it. For them, the so-called "cemetery" is actually something similar to an apartment.

The red wolf, who had no choice, had no choice but to resurrect himself again and again at the place of death, using the legendary method of "dragging the corpse" to the city gate. His heroic feat immediately alarmed the city, and the men, women, and children of all Chamera rushed to the streets to see him off with all sorts of powerful magic and martial arts. Under such intensive pursuit, the Red Wolf's vaunted "stealth" skill was impossible to use - before he could disappear from the sight of the crowd, a magic symbol would be firmly planted on his head, leaving him with no place to hide.

In this cycle of death and life, the red wolf, a stalker and thief who has walked in the dark all his life, finally understands a precious life truth: people live, sooner or later, they will die!

There is no need for him to go on, and the rest is already clear: this man, perhaps the unluckiest man since the creation of the gods, was chased from the middle of the city to the prairie almost bare-bottomed, and in the time he was killed more times than he could count. If it weren't for the negligence of this group of pursuers, who finally seized the opportunity to sneak and abscond, we don't know how many times he would have been killed. Then, they were killed to the ground

The wolf hid in terror behind the rocks beside the road on the proud mountain, for fear that a group of murderous madmen would surround him and slash them all around.

Thankfully, we ventured all the way. There are a few loot that you can get from defeating your enemies. Fo Xiao and I flipped through the flipped through the pages, and finally got together a set of low-level equipment of level 15 or 6 for the red wolf, and asked him to replace the old equipment on his body that was already broken and unsightly. Bearded priest, I am your father, naturally I am indispensable to pursue the swordsman, Buddha Xiao, treat my friends generously, generously and boldly, completely ignore the more equipment I took out, and the level is higher. As a pitiful object waiting for the selfless help of the "generous Buddha laughing boss", the red wolf naturally turned a blind eye to this bearded priest who was full of tricks and skillfully handled all kinds of sycophant skills, which immediately won him a bad reputation as a "white-eyed wolf".

The road back to Frescher City - of course, for the Red Wolves, the road "again" to Frescit - was calm and safe. Most of the beasts and monsters scattered along the way are only about level forty, and even the priest who has learned how to use advanced attack skills I am your father. In the face of them, he also has ample self-protection ability. It wasn't long before we stepped into the oak forests of the Ogne Mountains that surrounded the Holy City, and directly in front of us, the holy white walls of the Holy City were already in sight.

I love the feeling of walking through the woods. Countless fallen leaves pile up a soft yellow-brown carpet on the fertile land, which is quiet and soothing to step on, as if your whole body is relaxed. The sun does not shine through the dense branches, and the shadows cover the woodland roads. It only makes people feel refreshingly shady, but there is no eerie feeling at all. It is a gift from the Most High God to be able to enjoy such a quiet and serene journey home after a long journey.

Buddha smiled and walked in the front. I am your dad nodding and following him closely, using his sycophant kung fu everywhere, expressing his admiration for the new boss of Fo Xiao. I walked behind them. I have no intention of joining in on this tiresome hype farce. The red wolf followed closely behind me. Since he was far away from the city of Chamera, which had cost him countless deaths. This guy seems to have a very strong fear of death in his heart, and when he is idle, he will use the skill of hiding to hide. He followed us silently, as if someone else would kill him if he looked at him too much.

Seeing that the exit of this forest path was not far ahead, and the appearance of the guards at the gate of Freschit was already faintly recognizable, and this journey was not at all difficult, and it was about to come to an end.

"Red wolf, hurry up, we're going to ...... soon" Remembering that the Dark Elf Assassin following me had only been here once, I looked back and kindly wanted to remind him.

"Huh!" "Poof!" "Plop!" "Dangchang!" "Oops!" "Oh!" "Ah......h

A dwarven berserker named "I-Hehe" wielded two hammers full of nails and two dangerous arcs were slamming violently at the red wolf's head. Beside him, an elven female swordsman named "Fia" was wielding a sharp stabbing sword and viciously stabbing the red wolf in the ass. Not far away, a fire Confucian magician, "Maple Forest Knife Sound", spewed out a surging flame from his hand, and the blazing magic flames were like the teeth of a giant beast, mercilessly biting the body of the dark elf.

The level of these three strange travelers who suddenly appeared is not very high, the highest-level dwarven berserker "I hehe" is only forty-one, the female elf Fia has only just been transferred, and the maple forest knife sound is only thirty-eight levels, and has not yet been transformed into a mage specializing in a certain type of magic. And the target of their sneak attack, the dark elf Red Wolf, was already a level forty-eighth-level high-level assassin. This difference of nearly ten levels means more powerful damage skills, more efficient dodge skills, and more resilient vitality, which is a huge advantage that cannot be eliminated by simply accumulating numbers. If it was any other forty-eighth-level air wader, they would never easily let a low-level adventurer of this level sneak attack, in comparison, these three reckless guys could not resist the opponent's counterattack, and the possibility of losing their lives if they couldn't steal chickens was greater.

Luckily for them, or unfortunately, their target, the Red Wolf, was not an assassin known for combat, and the international thief, who devoted most of his energy to stealing, showed far less talent in combat than he did in hiding and pickpocketing. His life was far more fragile than those of his level, and even a low-level novice could inflict a considerable amount of damage on him - not to mention. At this time, he was still wearing some very low-level novice equipment that I and Fo Xiao had put together for him temporarily, and even in front of these three novices who were in their early forties, his defense was completely negligible.

So, as I saw, the red wolf soon lived up to expectations and fell in a pool of blood, using his life to fulfill the name of three low-level rookies, and once again died in the beating and sneak attack.

Well...... Why do I say "again"?

It wasn't until I saw the three sneak attackers happily high-five each other that I suddenly realized: should I properly show some desire to dissuade while the killing was going on? Watching his guildmates get beaten to death like this. It doesn't seem to be a very brotherly expression......

"We see this dark elf behind you...... "The dwarven berserker I rudely kicked the red wolf's butt in the ass, and said to us with a proud look on his face, "...... So we rushed to your rescue and killed him. ”

Hey. I suddenly felt that I had seen this scene somewhere.

"When the road is uneven, draw a sword to help, this is just what we should do, you don't have to

...... "The Confucian magician named Fenglin Knife Sound has a righteous face. The greed in his eyes flashed when he didn't say the word "repay", which made me feel that his motive for saying this was not necessarily so simple.

I seem to have seen this insincere expression on the face of some unscrupulous orc shadow thief.

"Don't care about our life-saving grace......" The elven swordswoman Fia spat out the words "life-saving grace" heavily, "We just happened to save you." The words "saved you" were also eager to spray us in the face like a stone.

What a strange tone...... How do I feel so familiar with it?

Ah, I and the Yangtze River Delta and the warehouse are also crazy to see the red wolf for the first time. When he mistakenly thought that he was going to assassinate the invading army of the Buddha Laughing Land Empire, he seemed to have said the same. I subconsciously looked around - what a familiar scene, it seems that we had been poisoned by this place in the first place.

It turns out. This dense oak forest. Sure enough, it is an excellent place to kill people and seal their mouths, destroy corpses, and destroy traces.

"Thank you so much. But ...... "Looking at the triumphant and boastful appearance of those three sneak attackers, I really can't bear to spoil their good feeling of fighting for themselves and acting bravely."

It's a pity. The most disappointing thing about our lives is that reality always seems to be different from what we imagined......

“…… This guy who was hacked to death by you seems to be a member of our guild......"

"Huh?" As I expected, my answer came as a surprise to these three righteous and courageous men with impure motives. The brave and irascible dwarven berserker stammered, "This ...... How is this possible...... He's a dark elf......"

"Don't you see my name is green! And the guild name on my head is the same as theirs! "Fortunately, I am your father who has traveled with us all the way, although this is a guy who makes it difficult for you to reassure him, but he is still a priest of nearly forty levels, and he will soon resurrect the dead red wolf. As soon as he turned around, the red wolf immediately jumped like thunder, and cried out in both wronged and resentful ways:

"Heaven, earth, the empire is lining up to hunt me down, and when I arrived in the alliance, I was attacked and assassinated by someone, the world is so big, there is no place for my red wolf, I can't live this day......"

"This ......" Feng Lin Daosheng seemed to realize the huge level gap between them and us, and subconsciously shrunk his neck and defended in a cringe, "...... The foliage in the woods is too dense for you to read your name. And you're ......," he said, glancing at the grieving red wolf unwillingly, "...... Whoever made you walk doesn't look like a good person, we thought ......"

"That's it...... the elven swordswoman Fia also felt very wronged, "...... Besides, who knew that the dark elves would appear in the alliance camp, and they would look like enemies no matter how they looked......"

"You ...... You ......" The defense of the three murderers was not unreasonable, and the red wolf was speechless for a while, and he didn't know how to refute it. After a while, he took a deep breath, finally calmed down his anger at being killed inexplicably, and earnestly taught the three murderers:

"You know, a dark elf, without any self-interested motives, regards the liberation of the people of the Falvi Continent as his own cause, what kind of spirit is this?" It can be seen that the dark elves who have been killed one after another and died unjustly are a little excited, and they can't help but burst into a foul language, which makes everyone stunned. He didn't seem to realize this, and continued to say impassionedly:

“…… This is the spirit of internationalism, this is the spirit of **, and every person in the Falvi continent must learn this spirit...... A person has great and small abilities, but as long as he has this spirit, he is a noble person, a pure person, a moral person, and a person who is free from low-level tastes......"

His excitement was contagious to everyone present. When he said this, six people, including the three murderers, in addition to me, joined him in saying the last words: "...... A man who is good for the people! ”

It was one of the best speeches I've ever heard, and although I knew that Red Wolf's reasons for joining the League were far less noble than he had claimed, there was a special magic in this passage that made me feel a sense of internationalism that flowed out of his swarthy body. However, this emotional stirring feeling unfortunately did not last long enough......

"Look, there's a dark elf here!" In the woods behind him, there was an exclamation.

"Dare to come here to demonstrate, it's too indifferent to the people of our alliance!" There was indignation and recklessness in the rugged voice.

"Brothers in front, hold on, let's help you, let's kill the nigger of this empire together, and kill him!" The person who said this was clearly a racist with the ideological tendencies of the Union Chauvinism.

The huge lightning chain pierced the red wolf's body directly, and then a row of sharp feathered arrows was inserted into the red wolf's back with unmistakable accuracy. Before he could react to the continuous attacks, a heavy long stick of cast iron wrapped in a poisonous magical force slammed into the red wolf's forehead. The initiators of this round of offensive are obviously high-level adventurers, and the power of the attack is by no means comparable to the three rookies just now. It's just that when this wave of attacks ended, he knocked the red wolf to the ground and made him completely accountable on the spot.

Before dying, the dark elf, with great nostalgia for life and love for the world, spit out the last words of his short life with difficulty: "Your uncle ......"