Even in the middle of the night, there are still many lights on in the liveliest street market in the Split-Toe Clan's territory.

Some are preparing for the coming day, while others are open all night.

One of the leather armor shops also rarely closed its doors.

The bone plate at the doorway is engraved with a signboard, which is in orc language, and there is a line of lingua franca underneath that explains:

"What can't be buried even by the wind and sand"

When he saw this sign, Mr. Xia couldn't walk.

He remembered some "urban legends" in the forum.

It is said that there is a set of leather armor from the "Prison Cage" series scattered all over the Zanro Plateau, but no player has ever collected it.

Its owner was a soul priest in his youth, but later found it more interesting to throw a dagger than a rod, so he became a wanderer.

Later, in pursuit of eternal life, he sewed his soul into leather armor.

He tried to really "deceive the Grim Reaper" in this way.

- In the context of the Zamlo people, the god of death and the god of the underworld are the same thing.

As you can imagine, this move offended the cautious god Sanatos.

So the Guardian went out and tore the guy's leather armor to shreds.

It sounds like a little story of educating soul priests not to reroll (change classes), but as players dig hard, they actually find some clues about the set.

For example, this leather armor shop, which is nicknamed "can't be buried", hides a magical piece of leather.

In the game, anyone who comes to ask the shopkeeper for the price will be answered with an item that is not available in the version at the time.

When I got to the next version, I really came with something, and I was told that the conditions had changed.

Someone tried to get it by illegal means, but was either stopped by the guards in advance, or stepped on a trap on the floor to cause a riot, and was then taken away by Ursa.

Even though I did get the leather pieces with all the difficulty, I went back and found that it was just ordinary material.

However, if you take it to Vitas and sell it for a high price......

So it's become an urban legend.

For Mr. Xia this time, he thinks this matter is quite interesting.

Did Heine see less of the strange things in the eyes of the dead?

What kind of material and what kind of spirit embers, they are all things that exist and only he can see, and they are also Taoist.

This is much more fierce than the people of Velitas.

Therefore, Mr. Xia plans to bring this thing back, and maybe Heine will find something.

Then, you can help him get the leather armor.

That's "Legendary Equipment"!

In comparison, even the Dragon's Tooth Dagger is a younger brother!

So, he sneaked in with a sixth-level stealth.

The layout of the shop is exactly the same as it was three years later, even the old man who was still napping at the table.

Teacher Xia saw at a glance the piece of leather that was placed in a glass bottle.

It looked like reddish-brown bark and lay quietly in a bottle.

He was less than five meters away from the thing, as if it were within reach.

But he knew that he couldn't hurry.

A small leather armor shop, full of traps.

Like a nimble flea, he skimmed lightly over the tiles of different colors on the ground.

As a repeat offender, he is well aware of how troublesome these "traps" are.

Tossing and turning, he finally put his hand on the bottle.

At this moment, there was a cry behind him.

Then, there were shocking soul waves!

Mr. Xia grabbed the bottle with one hand, pulled out the toilet with the other hand and slammed it straight over.

The clamour almost shattered, and bits of silver light floated in the air.

He also felt the passage of "spirit" for a moment.

It's completely different from the usual slow but continuous depletion!

It's like I haven't slept in more than ten days!

The situation did not allow him to think too much, and the next second he stepped on a tile with a red beast painted on it.

The red lines were instantly activated, and a wave of heat and impact came from beneath his feet.

Rumble!

He leaped high with this force, and the withered dagger reached upwards and hissed out of the tent.

Then he stepped on the flames and set fire to one shed after another.

His series of movements came so fast and skillfully that the old man didn't keep up.

Although he recited the spell to seal the tent, he only had time to watch the other party disappear from view.

Not only that, but he frowned slightly.

The fluctuation that erupted just now was felt even by a non-spellcaster, let alone the soul priest who lived in this territory......

…

"Damn, it's exciting!"

Recalling the creepy moment, Mr. Xia was scared for a while.

He had already extinguished the flames from his body and re-entered the air.

"This hidden NPC is at least level six."

He looked back.

The flames on that tent had been extinguished, and even the holes had been patched.

On the contrary, the surrounding fire gradually broke out, and the shouts of people and the movement of extinguishing the fire became chaotic.

At the same time, the black tent next to the white king's tent lit up in the distance.

Then a group of centaurs approached with torches.

"Ah......h

Although the goal was achieved, Mr. Xia always felt that it was not the same as he imagined.

Man is obviously not led out by himself.

A sixth-level soul priest is hidden in a clan, and if he wants to say something about it, he doesn't believe it.

Apparently, the priests here thought so too.

The men and horses with torches quickly came to the tent and began to shout.

Their voices are vulgar and loud.

Although he couldn't understand orc language, he knew it was swearing.

He often hears a similar tone in the game.

Ever since he crossed over, he had listened to everyone here very kindly.

Although they use a different language compared to the game, the timbre and detail are completely consistent.

This is obviously what AI does, and it is already beyond the level of a person who can master different languages, after all, languages affect each other.

For example, the brothers are now "straight" at every turn, "my sister has a problem", and "put it aside".

Whether it should be said or not, the people of the Northeast are fully responsible.

While he was thinking about it, the priest of the Split-Toe Clan ordered arrows to be fired at the tent that "could not be buried".

And the latter suddenly exploded!

The tent was like a blooming chrysanthemum, and strands of cloth whipped violently in all directions.

Although the priest quickly put a layer of protection on himself to block the air waves, a white light burst from the tent and pierced him.

The priest fell in a pool of blood in an instant.

Screams rang out from the crowd, and nearby guards rushed up one after another.

Angered, they surrounded the tent tightly.

"I don't want to do anything with you, so you all step down."

A wave of turmoil opened, and this consciousness emerged in the bottom of my heart.

Then the idea of "leaving" appeared in everyone's hearts, even Teacher Xia was not spared.

He took a few steps off the road before he got out of control and slipped back in.

At least level six.

He was sure that the fifth-level expulsion technique would not affect him at all.

At this moment, he heard the roar of Ursa, who was naked, appear in front of the king's tent.

Yes?

Why is it that even Xiong Ba is alarmed?

Teacher Xia couldn't help but scratch his head: "No, the brothers are in Gan God and Demon?" ”

Ursa was as majestic as Teacher Xia remembered.

I saw him jump three times in a row and step out of three big pits on the ground, and he crossed hundreds of meters in an instant.

Then, two equally burly old men floated behind him.

In the past, Mr. Xia thought this scene was extremely cool.

After all, he couldn't refuse to become a stand-in messenger......

But now when he thinks that this guy's father and grandfather are pretended by someone else, he can't hold back.

Ursa summoned the Ancestral Spirit.

Ursa raised his hand and roared three times, shaking the people around him to roll over on their backs.

Ursa has given herself a three-tier buff, and her state is full!

Ursa A up!

The crimson claws were like scarlet meteors piercing the night, dragging a long arc of light towards their opponents.

However, the old man on the opposite side waved his staff, and two white rays of light hit the two ancestral spirits of Ursa.

Instant backwater!

Two gray-haired, ethereal old men raised punch-sized punches at Ursa.

The menacing Xiong Ba was suddenly stunned.

He didn't fight back, and he didn't fight back, so he could only hold his head for a while.

"What a stupid distance!

"Get out of control and run back, he's going to have to replay his skills......

"It's a real dish, it's still less to fight with the priest."

Teacher Xia hated iron and commented sharply.

In fact, not only Ursa, but all the indigenous ancestors lacked experience in dealing with priests.

They didn't dare.

Although the player did not unlock this class, they saw it a lot in the dungeon.

Suddenly, Mr. Xia heard Mr. Sa's call.

"My Xia, who are you?"

"Are you embarrassed to ask me?"

Teacher Xia subconsciously looked at the highest building.

Sure enough, Mr. Sa sneakily lay on the roof.

"What were you doing just now, why didn't you take Xiong Ba away?"

Mr. Sa: "The brothers were busy just now, and I'll talk about it later." What's going on, and why did NPCs fight on their own? ”

"Here's the thing......"

Mr. Xia briefly introduced it.

“…… What about the two of them? ”

Mr. Sa: "Brother Wei said that the opponent here was too strong, and he felt that something was wrong, so he said that he would not come over if he slipped away." ”

Teacher Xia: "Why don't you go first, you can pick me up in the north when you're done, I have to see the result, otherwise it's hard to say whether you win or lose when you go back." ”

"Okay."

Mr. Sa didn't hesitate and slipped away.

The brothers are never ambiguous in this matter.

Teacher Xia continued to watch the battle with relish.

Although Ursa was at a disadvantage, the priest's control could not be maintained for long.

If you don't kill or maim your resilient ancestors in a short period of time, it's the same as not beating them.

The development of the situation is not far from what Mr. Xia guessed.

Soon, the old man who "can't bury it" will not be very good.

The two ancestral spirits were sluggish, obviously struggling to control.

Ulsa saw the moment and rushed straight to the tent like a bulldozer.

The protection laid out by the old man was like a glass wall, shattered one after another.

Finally, Ursa recklessly arrived in front of him.

He swung his claw, and the latter's figure flew up like a rag bag.

But at the same time, a white light pierced through his chest.

The two ancestral spirits that were rushing towards him suddenly twisted and disappeared.

"Awesome!"

Teacher Xia understood.

Ursa was still calculated by the old man.

The soul defense of the ancestors is mainly focused on the ancestral spirits, and the defense of the ancestral spirits is high.

Just now, Ursa took advantage of the chaos of the ancestral spirit control and distanced himself from the two of them, just giving the opponent a chance to deal a heavy blow.

It's a pity that the old man missed a little - Ursa's heart grows in the center.

"So it's got to be me."

Teacher Xia jumped out of the tent and quickly came to Ursa's side.

The latter had a large hole in his left chest, but the centered part of his heart was still beating as it was repaired.

He also seemed to see the approaching skeleton, mistaking it for a guard, and held out his hand to him tremblingly.

In response to him was a withered dagger stabbed into his chest.

Solved the opponent so easily, and Mr. Xia was not very excited.

After all, there is a lack of experience to give this kind of effective feedback.

He took off Ursa's two bladed fists and was about to leave, when he heard a faint voice.

"Help Me ......"

The voice sounded directly in his heart, just like "leaving" just now.

This is the voice of the soul of the priests.

"Where are you?" He asked inwardly.

Although there was no answer this time, a faint direction appeared in my heart.

It was as if an invisible thread was holding him.

Teacher Xia leaned over and saw the old man lying in a pool of blood.

"You're hopeless."

He replied honestly.

Seeing the words floating out of his head, even the old man who was about to die was stunned for a moment.

"Hold that bottle close to me."

"Who are you?"

Teacher Xia asked.

The old man was almost so angry that he jumped up:

"What's the point of telling you my name...... Lloyd Githiler. ”

it?

Githil??

Teacher Xia hurriedly leaned over the bottle.

In order to prevent being yin by the other party, he also typed words on the top of his head.

"I know Barry Githil"

"W-What!?"

This time it was the old man who was frightened.

He was almost scared to death.

However, the leather in the bottle still continued to drill a rich blood color, repairing the old man's body.

Teacher Xia suddenly felt that this thing was very familiar......

Isn't that what Heine separated from the soul of the flathead?

Soon, the old man recovered from his near-death state.

Without waiting for him to talk nonsense, Mr. Xia helped him carry it.

"Don't talk, I'll take you to Barry."

(End of chapter)