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Unlike other dwarves who would rather spend their lives in towering snow-capped mountains and gloomy caves, Hemet = Sinnavari loves to roam and hunt in the world, and his trophies include most of the world's ferocious beasts, and his reputation is spread among the Alliance and the Horde. (The first text is published in the reading room biquge.info)

This time, he had come to the Valley of Thorns to hunt a giant tiger that only existed in the ancient legends of trolls - of course, he could not have come to this dangerous and ancient land alone.

With three servants/subordinate dwarfs, he established his hunting camp on the northwest side of a river on the northwest side of the Thorn Valley, which is now a nightmare for many players.

It's worth mentioning that the camp isn't so far from the previously mentioned tribal fortress that it's not uncommon for the Alliance to get lost and accidentally burrow to the other side of the jungle and be killed by the murderous orc infantry before they can be eaten by the beasts.

Then there's the key, and that's why so many unlucky people are in this thorn valley jungle.

That old dwarf, Hemet = Sinnavari, is a guy who likes to lose everything.

In almost every place he hunted, whether on Union or Tribal lands, he left behind all kinds of equipment, props, and supplies, both needed and unwanted, including but not limited to tents, weapons, ammunition, food, retinues, and bills...,',

Those items then become quest items that the player uses to break their legs.

Countless players have brought a steady stream of supplies to the hunt-focused dwarf, allowing him to stay in the jungle until he finds the legendary tiger.

In return, Old Hemet gives the player the "glory" of assisting him in his hunt, and at the same time, he gives the player another task of cheating.

As I said before, old Hemet was a man who liked to lose everything, so much so that even his servants had the same problem.

What was lost this time was the entire manuscript of "The Green Mountains of the Valley of Thorns" that was blown everywhere by the strong wind set off by the landing of the tribe's airship when it was handed over to his servants to be tidied up.

Now, all players are struggling to find these manuscripts wherever they can - in the grass, in the treetops, in the trolls' camps, in the bellies of beasts, and ...... on other players.

In this case, there are also unrealistic rumors among the players that "those who collect the three hundred and twenty pages of manuscripts can obtain the secrets of Sinnavari's treasure from the book".

Even if there are no rumors, each task requires different pages, and while most players prefer to trade peacefully to get each other's manuscripts, more often than not, an unsatisfactory exchange will result in a bloodiest player war.

So, when the rumors appeared, it was understandable that the Valley of Thorns would become the current state of chaos and chaos.

It is worth mentioning that most of these things, whether they are trading or fighting, are carried out in front of the eyes of old Hemmit, in the camp he has set up.

That's right, Camp Sinnavari is an area that is not protected by the system, where there are no guards, no rules, not even alliances and horde restrictions, as long as you feel that you can survive the battle, then even a free killing will not make old Hemet feel troubled, let alone reduce reputation and honor.

That's why Gao He hated that place, but he had to go back.

The pages he needed for his quest were likely to only be available through guò trading, and similarly, there would be people who would covet his pages, even if he was the most handsome and wealthy Abu in Light Source City, or if he had the name of a guild on his head.

"No way, I hope there are no people in the camp at this time...... Well, wait, at least there needs to be someone to trade......"

Thinking like this, the paladin finally heard the familiar sound of running water and ...... after passing through a bush again. Sounds of fighting.

It's midnight, and it's unlikely that there will be too many people in even this hot Sinnavari camp, but even that won't stop the fierce battles between the players.

For example, the fiercest fight right now is probably the pair of two dragon knights by the river.

The dragon knight, who controls a special equipment called the "Dragoon System" and emits arcane energy while moving fast, is rare in today's alliance, but it has also become one of the most sought-after dungeon output classes for its excellent combat effectiveness and high damage.

And what Gao He knows is that this profession is just as tough in terms of PvP.

"Whoosh ......"

Charged arcane missiles simultaneously fired from the small floating cannons beside the dragon knight, mercilessly consuming each other's mana shields and bombarding each other's metal external armor.

At the same time, the arcane barrage that requires charging and charging to cast is already ready in their respective Ann's Cyclone Booster Cannons, emitting an astonishingly powerful light.

“biu！”

After two long sharp roars that rang out almost simultaneously, the red dragon knight, whose flight path had been seen through, was hit head-on and flew high, and then fell into the river with a normal thud.

"Cut...... He dared to hit me in the face, even my dad never hit me. ”

The winner of the civil war, the dragon knight named Amuro, returned to camp with a muttering to himself, and then warmly greeted the newly returned paladin while the fighting was still raging around him.

"How's it going, friend? Two, five, nine, thirteen, and thirty-six for one, four, seventeen, forty-eight, one hundred and twenty-two, are there any tradable parts? ”

To Gao He's surprise, the 9bui pages and thirteen pages he was missing were all in the hands of this dragon knight, and it was obvious that this guy had probably killed a lot of people before.

However, he would never be afraid of the little things that flew around him and only "bubiubw", and likewise, he would not remind the dragon knight he had traded with that the red horned three-speed corpse he had killed had not yet floated to the surface.

The deal went smoothly, and Gao He exchanged all the extra pages for 9 and 13 with the other party - since FF8, he didn't think about collecting all the manuscripts, as long as he could make up enough to complete the task.

"Thank you, my friend, for the great help you have done me, so that now Hermit = Sinnavari will not find out that I have lost his precious manuscript."

While Takakawa handed over the manuscript he had obtained, and the pages needed for his mission, to the dwarf named Barnier = Stonepot, the dragon knight Amuro, who had just completed a big deal with him and was complacent, was hit by a sneaky arcane blast from the red dragon knight who launched a surprise attack from the water, hitting the fragile flying tail and energy jet.

"Char! You're plotting against me! ”

The screaming White Dragon Knight exploded as his remaining health dropped to zero, scattering hundreds of manuscripts from his collection, drawing countless players to scramble for them.

There is no buying and selling, there is no killing.

Gao He could only shake his head in surprise, and then turned his attention back to Barnier.

The dwarf Barnier was looking for rewards for the task for Gao He from his tent, and the manuscripts that Gao He had painstakingly collected from the jungle were casually placed by the guy on the side of the supply box.

"Hoo ......"

The gentle breeze on the riverside rolled up the pages of the "precious" and "treasured" manuscripts, and then drifted back into the forest.

Everyone was scrambling for the manuscript in the river, and no one noticed the scene.

"It's a reward for you...... Hey, my friend, what's the matter, stunned in front of the sumptuous rewards? ”

A pair of worn-out jungle rain boots, some armor pieces to repair armor, and a few cloudy life potions...... And, of course, the all-important dwarven spirits.

After confirming that these were the rewards for the task offered by Barnier, who was unaware of the fact that the manuscript had been blown away by the wind again, Takawa left the damn camp without looking back.

He swore that from now on, he would never deal with these people whose heads were burned by alcohol!

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