As the sun rose to its highest, the Grand Duke Swordsman and the guards of Emerald Castle left the 'Seagull Inn' with some stuff wrapped in sacks.

Under the cover of the sacks, onlookers could not determine what was in the sacks.

But one thing is for sure -

That is, there is definitely a lot of it in this sack.

Just look at the number of carts that filled up.

Onlookers were still speculating about the contents of the sack, but with the departure of the Grand Duke Swordsman, the eagerness had dropped considerably.

Many people dispersed immediately.

The people who stayed, after discussing two sentences, also left in a huff when they found that they couldn't attract more people.

However, some people with hidden whereabouts are different.

They followed the team of the Grand Duke Sword Master closely until they were about to leave Nangang City.

"Take these to the cemetery!"

The Grand Duke swordsman commanded.

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

Immediately, a guard of the Emerald Castle stepped out of the procession, and drove alone in the direction of the cemetery; The rest of the people did not stay long, and continued to march towards the Emerald Castle.

Looking at the team that was moving separately, the people who followed behind did not hesitate at all, and followed straight in the direction of the cemetery.

Looking at their determined appearance, it is obvious that they have been prepared for a long time.

The carriage ahead was moving forward neither fast nor slow.

The stalkers followed each other in a more laid-back manner.

For this 'D', they didn't pay attention to it at all.

If it weren't for the fear that the Grand Duke's swordsman's team hadn't gone far, they would have done it a long time ago.

But. Later. They won't mind either.

Especially. When the other party's destination is a large cemetery, which is a perfect place to bury corpses.

Wheels, wheels......

The flat ground began to turn into a gravel path, and the carriage shook and the wheels passed by, leaving a clear sound.

Plus the conspicuous man sitting in the carriage.

The stalkers thought for a moment with an almost mocking attitude as to how to concoct the guy in front of them.

To know. Two of them completely lost the news last night, and the amount of Kimpton spent on the previous investigation was definitely not an insignificant number.

The latter, in particular, is even more painful for the stalkers.

After all, this is Nangang, the territory of that golden powerhouse, although they still have a certain amount of living space, but it is definitely not big.

It's all in the form of a 'sewer creature'. Those who survived in the South Harbor.

It's not an exaggeration to say it's hard to survive.

Recruitment and training of personnel, accumulation of activity funds. It's a huge headache for them.

And just last night, they suffered great losses on both fronts!

It's unforgivable!

Ask what you want from the other person's mouth, and then, after torturing this guy fiercely, the other party will be killed!

Stalkers have already made such a decision.

So, the people driving in front of them began to move when they entered the middle and rear sections of the cemetery.

One by one, the figures quickly gathered around the target.

However, this goal is much stronger than expected, and the stalkers surrounding him were immediately discovered; Then, he threw off the carriage and ran towards the cemetery next to him.

However, these stalkers are also very strong, and even if the other party runs one step ahead, it only takes a few breaths to surround him in a cemetery.

"Hmph, D, do you think you can run away?"

One of the stalkers snorted coldly as he looked at the target who was surrounded by heavy surrounding.

The remaining trackers began to tighten the encirclement.

The surrounded target retreated slightly, and the next moment his back touched the burial chamber behind him.

However, just when the stalkers thought that the target had no way to escape, the other party pushed open the door of the tomb and entered the tomb.

"Stubborn resistance!"

One of the stalkers sneered disdainfully, then waved his hand.

Suddenly, except for the three people who were tied with him, the remaining dozen or so people began to take action-

Sou!

As soon as the door of the tomb was pushed open, an arrow was fired, but it was easily dodged by the prepared stalkers.

And the same is true for the next two arrows.

Then, it became a throwing knife.

Compared to the arrows that are still quite dangerous, the throwing knife is undoubtedly much worse.

Not only did he not have much strength, but even his accuracy was a lot worse.

As a result, stalkers increasingly despise their targets, 'playing' with each other like cats and mice.

When the sixth knife was fired, the stalkers pushed open the door to the chamber again, and this time, they were not attacked.

Suddenly, a playful smile appeared on the faces of these stalkers.

However, the next moment, such a playful smile stiffened-

The small burial chamber can be seen at a glance by the noon sun.

And in this small burial chamber, there was not a single person, not even a bone, there was only a pit next to the coffin.

Looking at the deep hole, the faces of the stalkers changed, and one of them even bowed to the leader outside.

"My lord, there is a secret passage in the tomb!"

The stalker said truthfully.

"Secret passages? That 'D''s backhand? Give me chase! ”

One of the leaders said gloomily.

After speaking, the other party took the lead, and walked quickly to the secret room with the remaining three leaders.

The burial chamber is clear at a glance, and obviously does not need much investigation.

One of the leaders glanced at it, and then commanded, "Go down and chase me—see where it leads!" ”

More than a dozen stalkers looked at each other, but did not act immediately.

The trackers are well aware that once it goes down. There will inevitably be a counterattack - and the other party has already dug a secret passage. Apparently well prepared. Coupled with the narrowness of the secret passage, it is quite a disadvantage for them.

In the face of real danger, no one wants to be this bird.

And this situation made the leader's face sink.

"Didn't you hear me say anything more? Name a ......"

"No, no, not just one, but all of you!"

Just as the leader had not finished speaking, a voice rang out.

Meanwhile. The door to the tomb, which was supposed to be open, also slammed shut.

Suddenly, the entire tomb fell into darkness.

"What's going on?!"

The stalkers subconsciously let out an exclamation, but this exclamation was interrupted by a scream.

Yes!

The high-pitched screams suddenly sounded, but they were stunned in the next moment.

These people walking in the shadows invariably conformed to the image in their minds: a person hidden in the shadows, as swift as a leopard, quietly jumped behind the target. The dagger in his hand was placed in front of the opponent's neck and pulled back, at the same time. The other hand covered the target's mouth when he let out a deathly wail.

The other party could obviously cover the target's mouth a moment in advance and solve a qiē in a silent way, but he chose this way of 'making a move'.

Provocation!

Those present, who were also walking in the shadows, immediately understood what the other party meant.

"Stick to the wall, spread out!"

One of the leaders shouted, and kept moving his position as he spoke.

And the stalkers around them are doing the same thing.

But-

Yes! Yes!

The screams rang out one after another.

Obviously, such an approach does not have the slightest effect.

Their opponent is like an evil spirit, not only elusive, but also constantly harvesting fresh life.

And this should be what they are good at!

Poof!

The sound of a metal blade slicing through his throat rang in the ears of the stalker leader, and he could even feel the wetness of his subordinates' scorching blood spraying on his neck.

However, when he waved his sword, he was only the corpse of his subordinates, without the slightest shadow of the other party.

Call!

A strong wind flashed in front of him.

The leader slashed at the front of him with another sword.

However, the sword was slashed in the air.

Then, after a series of such plays, the leader of the stalkers finally lost his composure, and he shouted, "Light the torches!" ”

Although doing so will give the other party a target, but, in the current situation, it doesn't matter whether it is a target or not, the other party really comes and goes freely in the dark, and they are trapped in it.

Only light can give them back their advantage.

However, the shouts rang out, but there was no answer.

Don't......

A bad premonition appeared in the heart of the leader, and he subconsciously shouted again: "Light up ......"

Call!

The word 'torch' did not come out, and a flame appeared in the tomb, dispelling the condensed darkness.

Facing the sudden light, the leader narrowed his eyes slightly, and the long sword in his hand swung the wind, enveloping his whole body.

Obviously, they are worried about being taken advantage of by the opportunity to sneak attack.

However, when his eyesight really returned to normal, the leader who danced the long sword to protect his whole body couldn't help but be stunned.

In front of him stood a young man with a torch, and at the feet of this young man was a corpse, and there was no one standing except him and the other man.

"Y-You're D?"

A thought suddenly rose in his heart, and the leader asked in a trembling voice.

"Well, Dean. Willing. Zelgaon! ”

Dean nodded slightly, still holding the torch in his left hand, while the [Wind Thorn] held in his right hand was a wave.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed in the tomb illuminated by the flames.

The leader on the opposite side glanced at it, and only then did he raise half of his long sword, and he fell to the ground unwillingly.

【+100】

On the opponent's body, a ball of light representing XP value floated up and merged into Dean's body.

PS first update ~ (to be continued......)