After leaving the blood-filled chamber on the ground floor, Henry saw Arcarnes fighting to the death with countless newborn vampires in the narrow passage ahead. He no longer has the usual calm and unhurried bearing, and his whole person looks very wolf, his cloak and leather armor are scratched and tattered, but with his agile skills, he has not really been injured so far.

It has to be said that the speed and dodging skills of the legendary thief are completely vividly displayed by the man between the ages of thirty and forty in front of him, and the vampire's attacks are flashed against the skin several times, almost like those street performers who dance on the tip of a knife, and the slightest mistake will immediately break the stomach.

Although Henry had previously felt that Arcarnis's fighting style was biased towards dexterous one-hit kills, it now seemed to be slightly off, especially the phantom-like stride under his feet, and it was difficult to deal real damage to him if there was the slightest room to move and dodge.

He couldn't believe that as a middle-aged man, he could still exercise the skeletal muscles of his whole body to such a degree, and even his fingertips could be used to kill people. In addition to the two weapons in his hand, the first thief of Ascatra even put spikes on his knuckles, and with each swing, the enemy would subconsciously dodge the oncoming blade, but he ignored another deadly gadget, which would be pierced in the throat.

Of course, if you think that all of this is all the legendary thieves do, you are very wrong. Arcanis had a myriad of lethal weapons, every bending joint in his body that could be used to kill, elbows, knees, shoulders, toes, heels, blades bouncing out of the sides of boots, crossbows hidden under wide capes, darts, flashbangs, and even a few wires in the middle of his hair that could break his neck.

For such people. Unless you use a spell or wear an airtight Adamantite Armor. Otherwise, even the slightest crack may lead to an unknown death.

All kinds of bizarre gadgets. At least one or more poisons that can see blood and seal the marquis, reflexes beyond ordinary people, and a series of traps can be arranged if conditions permit, these are the fighting methods of the thieves of the Faren Continent. Enemies are almost never engaged head-on unless necessary, as they don't have the strong vitality and magic resistance of warriors, and their abilities tend to burst out in short bursts, which can mean defeat and death if they are held back.

Among the legendary professionals with the most existence in the continent of Faeron. Spellcasters (including mages, clerics, druids, psychic warlocks, etc.) are undoubtedly at the top of the list, and with countless ways to avoid death, almost all of them can do it for a long time, as long as they don't seek death on their own.

The second is those warrior classes with strong vitality and magic resistance, and their body elements are fully strengthened, they have a lifespan of half or twice as long as a normal person, and they can maintain quite strong combat effectiveness even in their old age.

The last remaining professions are those that can only remain strong at a young age, and thieves are the clearest example of this.

Stealth, hiding, pickpocketing, lockpicking, assassination, etc., each of which has very high requirements for the flexibility of the body, sensitivity, hearing, vision, and reaction, and the weight must also be strictly kept within 50 kilograms, otherwise it will affect the combat effectiveness.

As we all know, humans can only guarantee soft bones when they are young. It begins to harden over the age of eighteen, and gradually ages by the time he is in his forties. Although the trained person will be better, no one can reverse this natural law. In order to ensure their dexterity, some thieves even regularly drink potions that deprive their bones of calcium, at the cost of breaking bones as soon as they are hit hard.

This means that the golden age of human thieves is actually between the ages of fourteen and eighteen, which is less than four years, which is almost the shortest of all professions. If you can't master some unique skills during this time, then your future development will be very limited, at most, you will use experience to make up for the deterioration of your body, and your strength will shrink greatly after the age of thirty.

It is precisely because of all kinds of harsh conditions that the legendary thieves of the entire main plane have always been very few, even rarer than the legendary warriors, and the most important thing is that it is difficult for them to maintain their state, and as they get older, one day they will think that the inner body is declining and they will leave the level of the legend.

Henry didn't know how Arcarnes did it, but it certainly cost a lot, which is hard to see from everyday life.

As far as he knew, this guy barely drank a drop of alcohol, and his diet was strictly controlled, taking in nutrients in a certain proportion, not eating any extra bites, and even more respectful of women, just like an ascetic monk.

It can be said that this kind of life is simply not human, not only does it require terrible self-discipline, but also the will must be absolutely certain, otherwise it will not be long before you choose to give up because you can't stand the boring life.

"Bastard! You're here and you're here to help, do you want to watch me be torn to shreds by these damn vampire bats? Arcarnes yelled with a hideous expression. Obviously, he was so resentful of Henry standing by and watching the play that his foul mouth came out.

"I'm sorry, but the way you fight is really so ornamental, I accidentally got hooked." As he spoke, Henry spread his hands and made an innocent look.

Arcanis was so enraged that he continued to dodge the vampire's attacks while cursing loudly, "Then you should have seen enough by now!! ”

"Of course, I was inspired by that. Don't worry, I'm going to send these guys to their queen. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a bright light burst out from Henry's hand, instantly stinging the eyes of all vampires.

The zero-level magic "Flash Technique" can instantly release a white light that is more dazzling than the sun, even if the residents walking in the sun are not caught off guard, they will be stunned for a long time, not to mention these dark creatures who live underground all day long. In combat, there are few spells that are easier to unleash, and many spellcasters like to use it to get out of trouble.

Take advantage of the ten seconds when the enemy is blind. Henry sneered and picked up the Demon Crusher Mace to turn on the headshot mode. With the sound of skulls shattering. At least a dozen of the enemy were killed on the spot, and a dozen more fell to the ground with serious injuries, turning the tide in one fell swoop.

These newborn vampires who didn't have much strength were simply unable to resist the powerful power of this undead killer, and some of them even burned directly into a puddle of ashes as if they had been irradiated by the sun.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Arcanes' mouth, hidden under the hood, turned up slightly. A cruel smile appeared: "It's an impressive way to fight, but I like it." ”

"Let these evil-doers taste fear and helplessness, or the souls of those girls will not be at ease. To give. I found this magic dagger below, and as a participant, you are eligible for a share of the loot. As he spoke, Henry pulled out the "throat cutter" from his waist and threw it over.

With his dexterity, Arcanis copied the short sword in his hand, he carefully observed the bloody magic flowing above, and soon the smile on his face became bigger: "Great, this sword is literally made for killing." Gently slit your throat, let the blood spill to your heart's content, and enjoy the fear and reluctance of your prey before death, it's just a wonderful feeling. ”

For this kind of words that obviously have a desire to kill. Henry didn't make any fuss because of the continent of Faerun. There are not many such people, especially those mercenaries, adventurers and gang members who lick the blood from the knife edge, and four out of ten are all of this virtue, and they are more or less mentally problematic.

He shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "If you like it, it's fine." But now is not the time to get nervous, or these little bats will run out. ”

Vampires are not stupid, although these newborn guys are not much smarter than ordinary people, but if you can't see the huge difference in strength between the two sides at this moment, you are an out-and-out idiot.

Obviously, not a single fool among the surviving vampires. When they saw the corpse of their companion on the ground, their faces immediately changed, and without any hesitation, they all transformed into bats or spirit forms to escape.

Of course, Henry couldn't sit back and watch the enemy run away like this, and instantly opened one of the pages of the Book of Thousand Laws and activated the spell on it.

I saw a golden light burst out from the middle of the vampire, and in the blink of an eye, a large area covered by positive energy was formed, and immediately those who had turned into bats and spirit forms were beaten back to their original form, and some of the weaker ones began to slowly melt like ice and snow, and disappeared completely after only a few seconds.

With his rich combat experience, Henry only used a sixth-level spell "Immortal Return" to keep all the vampires behind, not even a single fish that slipped through the net.

Having fought countless battles, he knows when and what spell is best for him than the mages who spend all day in the tower.

A one-sided slaughter followed. Arcanis deliberately made cuts in not-so-critical places, giving full play to the bleeding properties of the "Throat Cutter", and in a short time the remaining enemies were knocked unconscious due to blood loss, and finally nailed into the heart by the blessed stake.

With the death of the last vampire, the operation has finally come to an end. Henry glanced at the blood and dead bodies everywhere, and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's over." I believe that there will be no more undead gathering here for a long time. ”

"Oh, why do you say that?" Arcanis asked as he gently wiped the blood from his dagger.

"See the dust on the ground that these vampires have turned into? It warns every undead creature that comes close to it what is going on here. As he spoke, Henry grabbed a puff of dust and threw it into the air.

As a learned mage, he knew very well that the dust left behind by every vampire after death would record a lot of information, and a few simple spells could recreate the scene of the moment of death, so there was no need to worry about a large number of undead gathering here in a short period of time.

Arcanis nodded thoughtfully, "Sounds reasonable. It's a bit of a superfluous move, but I'm going to ask again, are you sure you killed that vampire who calls himself Bardy? ”

"Of course, her body is on the lower level, and you can go down and see it whenever you want. I have other things to do, so I'm leaving. With that, Henry waved his hand and returned the way he had come. He still has a lot of things to do, so don't plan to waste too much time here.

"Thank you for the dagger, goodbye." Arcanis waved his hand as well, and then quickly slipped into the second basement level to check on Veran's body.

Because the blood head was really nervous by the vampires, he solemnly explained before leaving, this time he must see people in life and corpses in death...... (To be continued......)