"Oh~ Sure enough, it was the soul-attracting lamp I sent."

Bonsandy picked up the still smoking soul-attracting lamp from the ground, let go of the ugly-looking Sarren, and touched his chin with his hand with interest.

"Whew~"

Finally able to turn around, Sarean saw clearly what kind of "person" was holding him down.

In appearance, the masked, dark purple skin creature resembles a troll.

But his eyes flickered with a dark blue soul fire, and the aura on his body was erratic, like an illusion that did not exist in this world.

His presence made Saljan feel very conflicted, knowing that the human entity was in front of him, but he felt like he was facing an empty shell.

[Appeared! Lord of Hades, Death Loa Bang Sandy. 】

[This guy's style of speech is still so pompous, I remember the experience of being madly taunted by Zandalar when he died......]

Loa, who called herself Bonsandy, held the soul-attracting lamp in her hand and looked Sarean up and down.

"I see, you're a blood relative of Inas......"

Bonsandy's facial expression, exposed outside the mask, became a little more serious.

"Well, an agreement is an agreement, and old Bond Sandy will not break the contract."

"And then."

Bonsandy reached behind his back, and out of nowhere, he found a rusty knife and threw it to Sarren.

Quickly taking over the "weapon" that seemed to be about to break at any time, Sarian looked at it puzzled.

"What is this?"

"Ah~ It's troublesome."

Bang Sandy lazily suspended in mid-air and complained: "That old bear didn't tell you the ins and outs? Sure enough, it's an old fool, I said that his soul ...... a long time ago."

"Ahem~"

Noticing that he was off topic, Bonsandy retracted his thoughts and pointed to the knife in Sarren's hand.

"This ritual knife contains my power, you need to follow the guide to help me find a soul who has escaped debt, by any means, to 'convince' his soul to enter the knife."

"As soon as you come back from the mission, Old Bond Sandy will give you the things as promised."

"Ha~"

With a lazy yawn, Bonsandy reclined flirtatiously and waved his hand.

"Let's go, I don't have a time limit here, but I advise you to go and get back quickly."

Sarjan was not good at dealing with such a flamboyant person, and with a wave from Bonsandy, he once again turned into a claw form and sneaked away.

"Hey, hey~ little guy, you'd better move faster."

A strange smile appeared on Bonsandy's face: "In any case, old Bonsandy has accepted the worship of Zandala, and it is natural to tell them the news of the arrival of the invaders. ”

"Don't blame me~ This is also part of the agreement."

……

"Gan! That two-faced old bastard! ”

Following the guidance of the ceremonial knife, Salian made his way through the lush Zudasa jungle at high speed.

Along the way, he encountered many novel species that could not be seen by the outside world, and near the main road, he also saw the brontosaurus caravan of Zandalara.

But as the surrounding scenery became less and less primeval and there were more and more traces of man-made objects, Sarian gradually sensed that something was wrong.

It is likely that the target of the mission given by Bonsandy is to live in the city of Dasaro, at least in the suburbs of the city.

This meant that Saléan was taking a huge risk to infiltrate a huge hostile city with hundreds of thousands of inhabitants, to say the least.

Ah, this ...... Sure enough, if the flag is erected too early, it will overturn. 】

[Dasaro? With version 8.0, I would dive at least 1-once a week, which was not difficult at all (funny). 】

[Grass, can the game be the same as reality, there are at most a hundred people in the entire Dazaro in the game, and now there are more than 00 patrols and guards coming and going near Salian alone.] 】

[This is not counting the pterodactyl dragon knights who are high and high in the sky. 】

By now, Sarean realizes that he has been cheated by Bonsandy.

Judging by the nervous expressions of the patrol guards, they already knew that an intruder had entered the Zudasa area.

Fortunately, Bonsandy didn't reveal the exact location of Sarean to the trolls, and finally gave him some room to maneuver.

Even so, the situation of the Sarren is now very precarious.

The Pterodactyl Dragon Knight in the air has a wide field of vision, and if it finds a suspicious target, it will immediately alert the guards on the ground.

Leaving aside whether or not the Loas will help Zandalar catch the thieves, the sheer number of mortal masters in the city alone is enough to give Saljan a headache.

Once captured, it will be impossible to complete the mission, and the subsequent escape will inevitably be hellish difficulty.

Hiding in the grass, Sarayan didn't dare to take a breath, carefully observing the patrol routes of the ground guards, and also keeping an eye out for pterodactyl dragon riders passing in the air.

'Calm down, you're close to your goal. ’

The ceremonial knife hanging on the outside of his left forepaw heats up slightly, changing in temperature as Sarean's direction changes.

After a period of familiarity and confirmation, Salian was almost certain that the target of the debt that Bang Sandy wanted to recover was in the nearby slum of the outer city.

"Huh!"

Luckily, the greenery in Dazaro is well done, and there is a lot of grass for Sarean to hide.

As the patrol guards left the area, Salen, who had maintained his clawed form, swooped out like lightning and quickly moved to the next green belt.

"Huh?"

A nearby Zandalar toddler looked at the slightly swaying grass in confusion.

Sarean's heart skipped a beat, and he stared nervously at the scratching child, ready to drag him into the grass at any moment's notice.

"Gongga, what are you doing? Let's go, be sure to ride the Brontosaurus today! ”

"Oh, here we are!"

Unbeknownst to the Zendalar child, he was less than a meter away from death, and Sarean was only a few tenths of a second away from being exposed.

'Whew~ Good luck. ’

As the group of children leaves, a detached bungalow appears in front of Sarren's eyes.

A middle-aged Zandalar troll with a scar on his face stood in front of the door, watching the children leave with a gentle smile on his face.

Sarjan's pupils shrank suddenly, and the ritual knife pointed straight at the troll man, the blade of which maintained the highest temperature of the search.

Is that him? ’

Glancing at the children of Zandalar as they were making a fuss about the distance, Sareen hesitated slightly.

'It's only natural to repay debts, and if you want to blame that old thing like Bonsandy. ’

After gathering his emotions, Saljan patiently waited for another round of patrols and guards to go away, making sure that no Pterodactyl Dragon Knight would pass in the sky for the time being, and finally swooped out of the grass where he was hiding.

"Bang!"

Calculating the distance, Sarjan used his momentum to push the stunned middle-aged scarred troll into the door, and when he landed, he swept the door with his nimble tail and closed it.

Slashing the ceremonial knife tied to his left front paw into the target's neck, Sarjan, who doesn't talk much, doesn't plan to talk nonsense with him.

The scarred troll, who was about to have his throat slit, sensed the approach of death and shouted in panic, "Wait...... Wait a minute! Don't kill me, I still have a child to raise! ”

Sarren's movements paused slightly, and a hint of hesitation flashed in the beast's eyes full of cold colors. (To be continued)