The frontier fort of Tifanton is also a complete strip of narrow areas, dotted with bluestone buildings, stables, training camps, and equipment rooms. The Charr transformed into small vipers and roamed the area, even spotting a makeshift foundry in which an army blacksmith was busy all night, hammering and pounding.

It's night, and there's a vigil on each of the walls and fortresses. Ordinary soldiers Charles are not afraid, these low-level professionals will have a hard time spotting a snake lurking in the debris and grass.

He had to be careful of the fifty purple dragon knights in the garrison.

The Purple Dragon Knight is an advanced class, but it is unique to the Cormier Kingdom, and if players want to advance to this class, they must first join the Purple Dragon Legion and pledge allegiance to the Supreme Marshal and the Cormier royal family.

This prerequisite can wipe out a lot of people. Moreover, after becoming a Purple Dragon Knight, you must strictly abide by discipline and strive to become a role model in the army.

Very few players are willing to be bound by the natives.

Therefore, although the advancement conditions of the Purple Dragon Knight are very simple, especially the warrior and paladin professions of the good or neutral camp, at level 5, they can basically meet the advanced requirements, but Charles has been in Susar for so long, and has never seen any players choose this advanced profession.

Vipers weave from fortress building to fortress.

The foothold of those people in Waterdeep City is not difficult to find.

The fortress implements strict militarized management, and the teams from other countries must of course be arranged in a place that is relatively easy to monitor and far away from the headquarters command post.

Charles wandered around and spotted several knights from Waterdeep. Garrisoned on the cloister of a three-story stone building.

"Sure enough, it's them!" Charles recognized the knights, dressed in standard scale armor and black cloaks. The scales and capes are carved with some golden-green patterns, which represent their Warden troops from Waterdeep.

"It's hard to ......"

"There are so many guards, there is a knight almost every few meters."

The small viper hid in the grass and did not rush into the stone building.

Truly speaking, the outstanding among the Warden Knights is no weaker than the Purple Dragon Knight. These knights all have at least more than 10 class levels, if you pay a little attention. It's not hard to spot a small snake slipping past your feet.

At the time of Charles's death, several figures happened to emerge from the room lit by oil lamps.

Through the moonlight, I can see the appearance of the leader of the holy warrior slightly. The triangular eyes of the small venomous snake flashed with a cold color.

"That's it!"

Walking to the open space of the building, Telo glanced at the five teammates in front of him, and said with a gloomy face, "After tonight, it will be the third day that we have arrived in the Tivanton area. However, there has been no progress in the investigation. It's also normal for Ronsa to be angry. ”

"The Watcher Order Mage Guild gave us a one-month deadline, and it took us more than half a month to travel from Waterdeep to Cormier, and then to Tivanton."

Telo said in a deep voice: "So from tomorrow onwards, we will gradually approach the Dead City according to Ronsa's orders. Maybe even dig deeper into the ruins! ”

"This ......"

The other five team members looked at each other. They are well aware of the dangers of the Dead City, the ubiquitous and moving Shadow Rifts. It can devour creatures at any time. Moreover, they came all the way from Waterdeep, and for Cormier, they were foreign players, and they could only bind soul resurrection points in a main city like Arabe.

However, the Order of Mages did not pass through Arabe, but set sail straight for Tivanton. This means that if they hang up, their souls will drift across the wilderness and return to Waterdeep to be resurrected.

This would be tantamount to declaring the mission a failure.

"I know what you're worried about."

A cold smile appeared on Tyro's face, glanced at his mage teammates, and said lightly, "But I've already thought of a way." ”

Not only Tylor's teammates, but Charles lurking in the grass is also very curious.

Ronsa is a ** master above the exemplary level, and Charles will not be naïve to think that he can deal with him. The thorn in his heart was mainly caused by the sneak attack of the Holy Warriors, and as for how to get back to the field, now Charles has a preliminary plan in his mind.

If the plan is successfully implemented, it may be possible to drive the tiger and devour the wolf, and at the same time solve this group of players in Waterdeep City, and take out the skeleton warlord by the way.

Now that the identity of the gang had been confirmed, Charles's purpose for his trip was accomplished, and he quickly retreated from the fortress and returned to the cave to rest.

Early the next morning.

After going online, he first boiled dry food to fill his stomach, continued to tie the [magic painting] to his back, and then covered his body with a wide cloak, and Charles hurried towards the dead city.

The mages and knights of Waterdeep can be seen looming among the ruins.

The twenty mages led by Ronsa are actually the real investigators. The Paladin Taylor's squad was a support at best, but the Paladin was clearly not reconciled and wanted to take the main credit for this cross-border mission. This kind of quick success mentality, Charles can make good use of.

"Smack"

As usual, he walked through the crumbling city wall and entered the necropolis, but suddenly there was a movement in the dead city, and Charles hid behind a tombstone, leaned out of sight, and was stunned.

The Holy Samurai Tyro and his five members of the team are exploring the Church of Cincoia, not far from the cemetery.

Each of the six men had a long whip in their hands, and each was holding a thin, yellow-skinned goblin with ropes and chains around their necks.

The goblins had apparently become slaves to the player team, driven by the whip, and ran away in all directions with a look of fear on their faces, but Tyro and the others violently pulled at the ten-meter-long tenacious rope, and the goblins who ran away screamed and fell to the ground.

The goblins scattered and ran away, almost surrounding Tyro, forming a perfect circular area with a radius of about ten meters. If there is a shadow rift nearby that devours the goblins, they will be the first to know about it and move around.

This method is exquisite, and Charles's eyes also reveal a little surprise, but he didn't expect that the holy warrior was also quite wise.

Monster farming is the main task at the moment. Charles watched the group for a while, then crossed the Corridor of Glory. Continue to purify the Immortal Lands.

In this way, two days were spent quietly.

The underworld.

"30% upgrade progress."

Standing on a pile of bones, Charles glanced at the experience gauge. He nodded secretly. You can increase your progress by 15% in one day, and in another four or five days, you will almost reach level nine.

"[Geush's Vision]: The character gains 60 feet of dark vision, with 29 minutes and 50 seconds remaining."

The remaining time of the magical state is running out.

Charles tossed the flail and shield back into his inventory, ready to return to the surface.

But at this time, in the darkness deep in the underground world, a pale golden light suddenly flashed, and a divine aura permeated it.

It was undoubtedly the other clerics who used the [Dispel] ability.

"It should be the ...... paladin I met two days ago" hesitated. Charles decided to spread the wings of the dragon eagle and go over to take a look. Because he vaguely felt that at this point in time, the holy warrior should have encountered the skeleton general.

"Whoosh"

Flying through the dark sky, corpses and demons on the ground discovered the cleric who had grown a pair of golden wings in the sky. But he could only look up helplessly.

After a few minutes of flying, the sound of battle rumbled from the ground.

The Charles hovered high in the air, looking down with the help of dark vision.

The Skeleton Warlord rides a skeletal horse and carries a broken curved-bladed broadsword. Chasing a Paladin player riding a large lizard.

Stuck by a lord monster. The strange-looking paladin player, with no panicked expression or eyes, instead held a long sword in one hand and a heavy crossbow in the other, and from time to time turned around and shot at the skeletal warlord wrapped in dark clouds.

“-2”

“-3”

A string of damage values that had just broken the defense appeared above the head of the skeleton warrior, and Charles was extremely speechless. What the hell is this paladin trying to do? With this level of attack alone, I am afraid that it will not kill the skeleton warrior in a few days.

"Paladin!!"

The Skeleton Warlord roared like thunder on his skeleton horse, and the ghostly fire in the hollow eye socket flickered violently. From the leather bag of the saddle, he pulled out a bone javelin!

The familiar attack stance made Charles's pupils shrink.

Sou!

The javelin flashed like a flash of lightning. But the paladin seemed to have eyes behind him, and the iron-armored lizard under his seat seemed to understand the thoughts of the knight on his back, and without an order, he kicked his limbs violently and jumped seven or eight meters in front of him.

With a "boom", the javelin shot into the air and landed on the wasteland, creating a deep pit. Charles felt that if a warrior was stupid enough to take a shield and eat the javelin, he would probably end up being beaten to pulp.

He could also observe that the Paladin was already at the end of his crossbow, after all, he was facing an undead lord who was never tireless, and the Paladin and his mount were both living creatures, and there would always be times when they were too tired to run. At that time, it will be the time of the death of the holy warriors.

"Come with me, this way!"

The thought turned, and Charles shouted in the air, attracting the attention of the Skeleton Warlord and the Paladin.

"It's you!"

The Dragonborn player on the back of the lizard armor shouted back, "Friend, you better hurry up, this lord monster is very strong, I am ready to cross the river and get rid of it!" ”

"You're right with me!"

Charles shouted forcefully, without talking nonsense or persuasion, he turned around and flew away. For the Skeleton Warlord had already set his eyes on him, and a bony arm was reaching for the javelin in the saddle bag.

"Good ......"

The Dragonborn Paladin thought for a moment and made a decision. At the same time, the big lizard under the seat also instantly understood the master's thoughts through the [emotional link], and deflected the direction of running and hurried at the feet of Charles.

A moment later, a priest with a pair of golden wings on his back and a paladin riding a large lizard entered the corridor of glory one after the other.

"Roar—"

The Skeleton Warlord stopped abruptly at the entrance of the passage, wandering around on a skeleton warhorse, and from time to time he wanted to rush in with a broken curved blade, but was stopped by the cold eyes of the two knight statues. (To be continued......)

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