Mithril Throne of Forgotten Realms

The moon is dark and the night is killing, and the wind is high and the sky is set on fire.

The dwarf warrior grinned sinisterly, only his mouth full of white teeth could be seen in the dark night, he put the feathered arrows into his backpack very miserly, and Qinggang gave him a shudder when he saw Wildhammer's prudent appearance , and then closed his mouth.

It’s no wonder that dwarf warriors cherish this kind of black feather arrows so much. The supply of armor arrows is still in short supply in the current market. The main reason is that the forging blueprints are rare items, and the drop rate of killing monsters is extremely low, and they cannot be learned from NPCs. So now it is still monopolized by a few lucky blacksmiths, and each one costs more than 20 gold coins.How can we not let dwarves who have not yet entered a well-off life feel distressed~

"For a level [-] monster like you to waste the durability of my armor arrow, you deserve to die~" Wildhammer picked up the corpse on the ground and threw it under the embankment, muttering.

"Light up their torches and put them on both sides of the gate," the old devil calmly ordered after observing around for a while by the moonlight, "Let people in the distance see the torches, otherwise they will easily attract attention. "

After a while, the torches on both sides of the gate were reinserted on the stakes, and the three-person team quietly slipped into the small island surrounded by dense wooden fences.

Compared with the surrounding darkness, the small island is as bright as day, and every short distance there is a group of flaming torches, reflecting the night sky bright red.However, workers in ragged clothes were walking around in the open space, and only three or two guards could be seen walking around in the crowd, which was weaker than the defense outside the fence.

Seeing this situation, the three of them were naturally not polite, and directly put on the commoner clothes they bought from the previous fishing village.Suddenly, they became three ordinary laborers with different appearances and blended into the crowd.

Speaking of which, this is Fang Yi's inspiration to the three of them: it turns out that besides killing monsters and solving puzzles, there is also this way of playing.The feeling of going deep into the enemy's rear to listen to information is really exciting. The three old demons who have been busy marching towards professional players never thought that there is such a cool way to play.

At this time, people in the open space were all doing the same thing—digging holes, all kinds of holes.

The part of the island immersed in the sea is naturally rocky, but the ground is still covered with a layer of soil.People dug countless deep pits in the huge open space with one hoe and one pick, and the strange thing is that the labor of these people seems to be irregular, and the traces of excavation on the ground are disorderly.And there are many pits that no one cares about.

A few people pretended to be casual and walked around to have a look.Wildhammer, with his darkvision, quickly saw the doorway—these holes had been dug into the rock formations of the island.

"It's weird again~" The old devil looked at the crowd around him, and felt that there was some huge secret hidden here, but it was difficult to deduce useful information based on the situation in front of him. "How does this look like building a lighthouse?"

"Why don't you ask around?" Qing Gang suggested.

But it hasn't been discussed yet.Lao Mo and the others were picked up by guards patrolling around.Not because the identities of several people were discovered.Rather, in the busy labor scene, the idle trio is too conspicuous, and the three of them have only learned a little bit about role-playing skills.

"Hey! You three! What are you doing. Come here!"

The sudden yell startled the three of them, and the old devil who reacted the fastest was quick-witted, and immediately held down the dwarf warrior's hand that was touching the dagger at his waist, "Don't panic, adapt to the situation. It's time to test your acting skills!"

The three gathered themselves together, put on smiling expressions, and greeted the two human guards who were walking towards this side.

***

Sometimes I have to admit that large guilds do have an absolute advantage over ordinary players.

Take the current incident in Silver Pine Town as an example. If the clue to the treasure quest is here, the blockade of the Silver Scepter will undoubtedly cut off the chance for many players to continue this quest.Even if he was as strong as Fang Yi, he would not dare to fight against the silver scepter on the bright side-although he is not afraid of fighting PK, but he can't get the treasure, no matter how many people he kills, it will be useless!

However, Fang Yi's dictionary does not have the word "give up", he can only try his best to fight for it.

The night was getting late, and the moon that was bitten by Utao quietly hung on the treetops.Fang Yi went offline to solve his personal problems, and reappeared at Mr. Adam's house.After skillfully applying the medicine to Shuangren, Fang Yi fastened the rope buckle of the cloak, and came to the balcony on the second floor again.

On the small building of Woden's mansion, the players on guard have changed. After all, players are not NPCs, and even the gods can't keep you when the online time is up.Fang Yi didn't hesitate, he lifted his feet and stepped on the edge of the stone railing on the balcony, and the whole person soared into the air like a huge bat, and the next moment, he was silently hanging on the wall of the small building opposite.

Fang Yi deliberately made a long jump to the place with tree shadows as the landing point, with the forced stealth effect given by the cloak, even the movement of flying into the air has a high degree of concealment, just like a wild cat suddenly jumping in the night Galloping past, the sentry player just turned his head and glanced at it, and then paid no attention.

The effect of spider walk is enough for an assassin in leather armor. Fang Yi moved slowly on the wall like a gecko, carefully avoiding the wind chimes and fragile stone tiles on the eaves, and landed safely on the On the balcony on the third floor, he let out a sigh of relief.

Now the entire three floors are brightly lit, and the players don't need to sleep, so they are naturally guarding important places 24 hours a day.So Fang Yi didn't intend to enter the building from the very beginning, but used the effect of spider walk to look from window to window, and began to search for the location of the target.

Hmm~ there are a lot of people~ basically they are all advanced~ Fang Yi leaned against the window, giving full play to his professional skills of listening to corners, and watched all the situations in quite a few rooms.

The servants in the lord's mansion were still able to move freely and were not restricted, but Fang Yi felt pressured by this team of advanced players.

The line of sight turned to the room in the corner of the second floor.

Worden was lying on his luxurious big bed. In the past, this time was the time to take a bubble bath with those beauties with enchanting figures, but now the lord is not thinking at all, and his eyes are fixed on him. The ceiling has mixed feelings in my heart.

Originally, the Silver Scepter had someone specially assigned to watch Woden at night, because he was afraid that he would hang himself or something.But after Wu Goubai had contact with Woden a few times, he withdrew him to the outer defensive circle, and said a word in front of the lord: He couldn't bear to die.

Woden, who tucked himself in the goose down comforter, knew the man was right: he really didn't want to die.

How many years has it been, how many years has it taken me to get in touch with the core strength of the islands and archipelago, and to have the current status and wealth - the Lord of Silverpine Town?Hmph, if things go well this time, more than 20 nearby villages and towns will be brought under my rule, and then the tax rate will be raised by [-] points. Do you still have to worry about running out of money?

Thinking of this, Worden was filled with excitement and excitement, but then the Lord of Silverpine Town realized his current situation, as if a basin of cold water was poured from the sky, washing away all fantasies and sweet dreams without a trace.

Compared with the adventurers in front of him, Worden was more worried about his master.

After such a long time, it is impossible for the person who sent the message to arrive.As time passed, Worden's heart became more and more heavy, and he gradually had a guess that made people feel desperate.

After Woden woke up, he realized that his pajamas were drenched in cold sweat, and he immediately sat up from the bed: No, the tone was waiting for death, it is better to cooperate with those adventurers, maybe there is still a chance of survival!

Thinking of this, Worden immediately got up from the bed and walked impatiently to the door.But the next moment, the lord of Yinsong Town felt his shoulders tighten, and a familiar cold touch came from his neck—it was the same feeling when the sword worn by the adventurer named Wu Goubai was placed on his neck. feeling.

"My lord, where are you going in a hurry at night?"

Fang Yi clamped Woden's shoulders and said quietly.After crawling on the cold wall for a long time, Fang Yi finally found the right room. Unexpectedly, this one got up from the bed as soon as he walked in and wanted to leave. Fang Yi thought he had been discovered.

"You... who are you?"

***

"You, dig here!"

The domineering human guard pointed to the one-foot-deep pit next to it, and shouted at the dwarf.Wildhammer waved the iron rod in his hand, but kept looking at the bustling crowd on the other side.

"Hey, where are you looking, you pariah..."

The human guard had never seen such a rebellious laborer. He was lecturing, and this hairy dwarf dared to look around. He waved the whip in his hand, trying to give this head full of stones A lesson for the dwarves.

The Wildhammer, who was probing his head, saw that no one was paying attention to this corner, so he grabbed the whip that the other party had drawn and pulled it hard, and the human guard plunged into the dwarf's arms like a weak chicken, and was beaten by Wildhammer. The arms clamped tightly around the neck.

Wildhammer looked around nonchalantly, then dragged the poor guard who was making a painful "whoosh" sound directly to the back of a mound of dirt, drew a short dagger from his waist, looked at the guard with a black line in his arms, He grinned, showing his white teeth.

……

"Are you a pirate?"

The old devil squatted in the shadows, looked at the human guards who were trapped like rice dumplings by the activation rope through the moonlight, and asked in a low voice.

"How do you know...you dare to attack me even though you know I'm a pirate? Aren't you afraid that my companions will cut you to pieces!?"

The human guard, or the pirate, stared at the seemingly harmless human man in front of him with a ferocious face, but he had to lower his voice, because the dagger on his neck didn't move at all, and it looked like he had killed someone veteran.

The old devil kept in mind what Fang Yi said: it is wise to torture the hostages with as little nonsense as possible in an emergency, and it is wise to directly use the most deterrent means—so the old devil directly used hinting. (To be continued..)