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Roy, the deputy leader of the Whitebeard Thieves, was sweating profusely at this time.

His thin but steel-like body shook vigorously against the plump snow-white female body beneath him, but his blazing gaze fell on the Night Elves who had closed their eyes in the iron prison due to humiliation and disgust.

Look at the skin, look at the face, look at the figure!

Roy began to tremble with excitement - as if the woman beneath him was a real Night Elf.

"Hmm...... Lord Roy......"

The woman's flattering moans and slightly hoarse voice pulled Roy back from his obscenity. He opened his mouth and pressed the woman tightly, his eyes still not taking off the pretty face of the most delicate female night elf, and after a moment he stood up and lifted his pants, not glancing at the woman on the table.

Damn it...... These elves were brought by Lao Tzu with his head...... Why can't you enjoy one?

Roy approached the iron prison and stared at the elves, and when his gaze fell on the slender feet, there was a hot and dry heat-

The elf seemed to sense Roy's obscene gaze, and the only male Night Elf opened his eyes, glared at Roy, and tried to shield his female companions with his body, but he used a little more force, and the shackles on his wrists sent out a blue arc of electricity that spread throughout his body, causing him to curl up in pain.

Hum. Roy grinned and gloated dryly, but luckily he restrained his desire and didn't put anything on the Night Elf except his gaze.

The price over there is not low. Captain Hoffman gave another stern order - Roy didn't dare to provoke the psychopath who had no love for anything but gold and himself.

The robbers, who had just escaped death from Hoffman's side, ran into the dungeon and reported the situation to Roy.

Paladin?

Roy's eyes went wild.

"Damn! why didn't you say it sooner!go!" Roy cursed and stepped up the steps, and the robber followed with his face covered - he still couldn't get rid of the fate of being slapped in the face, but fortunately Deputy Head Roy was not as hard as Captain Hoffman.

Custer slid sideways, caught an arrow from nowhere, and shot it back with his backhand on the bowstring - although the arrow did not match his longbow in length and weight, but a short scream was heard from afar, and the thief who had been hiding behind the wall and setting the cold arrow fell headlong, the arrow piercing through his left eye and reaching his head.

However, it seems that the type of arrow still has an effect, and this is the first bandit to make a cry after being hit by an arrow.

"Something seems wrong. ”

The three of them had now rushed to an open space that resembled a martial arts training ground, Milia stopped his somewhat frantic attack, holding his sword in both hands and calming his breath slightly, and Qiao Sen and Custer stood still, forming a triangular formation.

"With their fighting power, even if all the people here go to besiege the stronghold, they will suffer heavy casualties......" said Custer, with some confusion, "but not only did they destroy everyone in the stronghold, but they also captured my compatriots - how could they do it?"

"Anyway, be careful...... Qiao Sen looked around vigilantly, no robbers dared to come up and send them to death in vain, now most of the robbers around are humans, and cannon fodder like goblins and kobolds are all almost consumed in the siege of self-reliance, and it seems that the next chapter is the real chapter.

"It's really a paladin...... a voice with obvious evil intent sounded from behind the bandits' human wall, and the robbers immediately respectfully moved out of the way, so Goldfinger Roy, the deputy head of the Whitebeard Thieves, revealed himself from a group of villains who were at least half a head taller than him.

Roy was also a villain, and to call him that would be an insult to the villains around him. He wore a pair of loose trousers, dirty and no longer recognizable of its original color, speckled with unknown liquid, with an obscene face and evil eyes, but what angered Miria the most was his half-leather armor, which was inlaid with some strange and twisted ornaments with thin nails, as if it were some kind of leather, but if you looked closely, you would see that it was actually a human face that had been peeled off!

"You are not worthy to live under the radiance of the Lord of Splendour!"

Milia shone brightly - and the greatsword in her hand beeped slightly, as if declaring war on unforgivable evil.

"Hehe......" Roy stroked the face decoration on the leather armor, "The ones I can sew on it are all very talented women-well-hey, this one was sewn last month, but I played with her for half a year...... Who made her look at me with that self-righteous look? Baby, I'll leave you a spot - Roy, get ready!"

He ended up with a small ball handed by his hand, and several minions were holding the same thing in their hands.

With Roy's movements, the small balls were thrown into the field by the robbers.

"No! dodge!" Custer was the quickest to react, and as soon as the projectiles that looked like they were made of ceramics were shot, he bent his bow and arrows as he retreated—and he shot one out of thin air!

It's just that it seems that the robbers have put a lot of effort into throwing this kind of thing. They flew high and low in a distinct way, completely covering the angles that the three of them could dodge, and exploded immediately when they landed on the ground. It wasn't very powerful, the flying debris and diffuse shock waves were barely lethal, but something was unpleasant with it - with the burst of dust and the sharp sound, there was a strange smell in the air, like volatile oil, which immediately made people feel dizzy when they smelled it.

What is this? Qiao Sen's knees weakened, he almost fell, and hurriedly supported the ground with his long sword, but the scene in front of him was distorted, as if separated by a layer of water waves, and he couldn't stop expanding and contracting, and his ears were buzzing, and he couldn't hear anything clearly.

Carlos is even more unbearable. Although he jumped out of range of most of the bombs, at least three of them were directed at him, and he was affected very harshly - he covered his ears, his expression was pained, and the squeaky sound seemed to have a severe effect on his hearing far beyond that of a human.

Roy drew his sword with satisfaction, his eyes were all on Miria, and the four gold-coated iron fingers of his left hand were clanging, not caring at all about the robbers' subordinates who were accidentally injured by the bomb: "This thing is *** easy to use! Catch that woman!"

Forty-seven learns from Alexander that this little thing is called the Doubt Bomb - at least that's what the Whitebeard Thieves call it. And the head of the Shaking Head Thieves was leading the way with a sad face, a rope tied around his thin neck, and the other end in Forty-Seven's hand.

"I heard that they got it from Argus...... It seems to be a new product!The ghost only knew what conditions they offered, maybe the price was to help Argus fight all the caravans involved with the elves on the gold trading route, and then sell all the stolen goods and the captured live elves to Argus...... Anyway, with Whitebeard, we little thieves won't have a good time......"

Argus? Again, Argus.

Forty-Seven tossed the suspicion bomb in his hand, and the familiar feeling grew stronger and stronger, as if this thing was a part of himself-

It's ridiculous. Forty-seven shook his head self-deprecatingly, this thing is not my egg!

As soon as he pulled the rope, Alexander coughed: "How far is it?"

"Ahem...... It's almost there, ...... right away."

"You've said it no less than ten times right now. ”

"Won't you ask a few fewer times and say a few less times -- cough! cough!cough!".