The coordination between the two NPCs, Dorothy and Helu, was naturally quite professional. Theymunicated with each other using quick and concise phrases, especially Mage Helu, whose rhythmic instructions and callouts indicated that this was far from his first time doing such things.
It’s said that this type of infiltration operation was originally developed by the Circle Tower, and after being refined during the Ten-Year War, it had formed into a rather mature model. Naturally, Lady Adele wanted to try out this “new-style tactics” after taking over the Blood Rat Gang.
From what we can see now, the effect is quite good.
However, there were some issues with the coordination between Thirty-Year-Old Tobo Mulberry and Frostfang w.
But this problem wasn’t with the mode of operation or the corresponding skills of the two. Even if little yers haven’t eaten pork, they’ve seen pigs run, everyone’s familiar with special operations.
Theck of smooth coordination between the two was purely because Frostfang w was socially anxious, while Thirty-Year-Old Tobo Mulberry was a chatterbox.
The difort of these two working together goes without saying.
Now, Frostfang w, who had already infiltrated the gnoll camp toplete the quest, faced not only the threat from the gnolls and their trained bloodthirsty hyenas but also had to constantly endure the pressure of “bombardment of nonsense” that Thirty-Year-Old Tobo Mulberry brought him on a mental level.
Especially when Thirty-Year-Old Tobo Mulberry vividly described some overly vivid details of that “bug” he had encountered before, Frostfang w really wanted to abandon the mission right now, rush out, and give that chatterbox a good beating!It’s not that he didn’t like hearing these things that all men enjoy, but the problem was that now wasn’t the time, damn it!
Brother, I’m surrounded by tens of thousands of gnolls, one wrong step and I’ll be done for. Can you not add to my pressure right now, okay?
“We’ve reached the first checkpoint! It’s 200 steps ahead of you, there’s a tent storing misceneous items that’s suitable for burying the positioning crystal. But be careful, there are patrol barbarians riding dire wolves around.
The time interval is about 5-10 minutes.”
Although Thirty-Year-Old Tobo Mulberry, this chatterbox, still seemed somewhat reluctant to stop, he was quite reliable when it came time to do the real work. He cautiously reminded:
“The design of this instance is quite interesting. It looks chaotic on the surface, but in reality, the gnolls have ced patrols in various areas.
They’re always advancing along fixed routes. If we were to tackle this instanceter, these would be like ‘patrol monsters’. I’m now very suspicious that this instance must have some kind of ‘special mechanism’, otherwise just the terrifying number of monsters would be enough to drive people crazy.
Even if we yers were all Super Saiyans, we probably couldn’t handle so many gnolls.
Do you see the position I’m pointing out to you?
It’s right in front!”
“Entering now, please wait,” Frostfang w replied briefly. Thirty-Year-Old Tobo Mulberry immediately reminded:
“Stop! Wait a moment, a patrol is turning this way. By the way, can you do the ck Iron Trial now? I see there are quite a few elites in this instance, why don’t I find you an easy one to deal withter?”
“No! It will leave traces.”
Frostfang w was somewhat tempted.
After all, with his personality that doesn’t like to be in the spotlight, he’s not very fond of participating in Fight Club activities. But the elites in the wild have been mostly cleared by that group of overachieving little yers, causing his quest to be stuck here. However, the rationality from being a thief quickly suppressed this idea.
Thirty-Year-Old Tobo Mulberry, however, was somewhat disapproving of hispanion’s excessive caution. He reminded:
“Since we started, I’ve seen many gnolls fighting in the camp more than once, and those barbarians don’t care at all. It seems to be their tradition. So as long as you disguise the murder scene well enough, no one will discover it.”
“Let’s talk about that afterpleting the mission! You keep an eye out for me.”
Frostfang w replied, and Thirty-Year-Old Tobo Mulberry also entered “energy-saving mode” and quieted down.
A few minutester, when Frostfang w took out a small shovel and began to bury the positioning crystal personally made by Lady Tris in the misceneous items shed, he fixed the perspective of the Eagle Eye spell to conductrge-scale positioning reconnaissance for the infiltrator.
While the two were cooperating in their actions, Lady Dorothy had already entered another area deep in therge camp. Few gnolls set foot here, but it had indeed been cleared out into a quiet area.
In the night, you could still see several Wolfsbane vampires disguised as human bandits, walking back and forth around. Dorothy stopped and, with the blessing of the Night Mother, stayed here waiting for Helu’s further reconnaissance.
As a formal Detection Spirit Mage from the Circle Tower, Helu’s professional skills were unquestionable.
His use of the Eagle Eye spell now was much more advanced than Thirty-Year-Old Tobo Mulberry’s basic spell. Not only could he view the overall situation, but he could also perform “zoom-in” operations toplete subtle reconnaissance and make invisible marks.
“There are 17 Wolfsbane vampires in the camp, all at the ck Iron rank and with strong auras. They should all be faction elites. Besides that, there are an unknown number of Blood Servants. However, these guys have to follow human biological characteristics, so most of them have gone to sleep by now.
What you’re looking for should be in therge tent in the innermost part.
The good news is that there’s no one there, not even guards. The bad news is that I can’t determine when the owner of this ce will return, so you need to get in and out quickly!”
Mage Helu’s voice floated by Dorothy’s ear. He warned:
“Lady Adele emphasized that the onemanding the Wolfsbane vampires is a faction leader, which means he’s at least at the White Silver rank. If he happens to appear at an unfortunate time, I think your operation tonight will probably be nine deaths and one life.”
“Shut up! Say something auspicious.”
Dorothy scolded.
She adjusted her breathing, gathering more shadows around her body through the Night Mother’s love for vampires, and then began to move swiftly.
Actually, when ites to the profession of midnight thief, choosing to join the Blood Vulture n isn’t really the correct career direction.
Among the seven vampire ns, the true cream of the crop of dark walkers beloved by midnight basically alle from the Thorn n. The Blood Vultures can only be said to be slightly above average among vampires in the field of covert operations.
But the good news is that Murphy’s Crimson Citadel is in a special situation.
Count of White Mountain Andrei is stationed here for a long time, and Andrei, who has always been cultivating his connections, is very willing to impart some professional techniques of the Thorn n to his heterogeneouspatriots.
Now is a good time to test these Thorn Nightwalker techniques.
Dorothy slipped into the Wolfsbane vampire camp with quite light steps, using the specially made powder of the Thorn n topletely shield her aura without leaving even a trace of smell. With Helu’s help, she entered the core area of the camp like a ghost, and then began searching for the intelligence she needed one tent after another, finally sessfully finding thetter’s notebook in Korando’s tent.
This guy really isn’t a proper vampire!
What proper person would maintain the habit of writing a diary every day?
Although she didn’t know where that Wolfsbane n faction leader was now, Dorothy knew she had to act immediately.
She reached out to grab the Computation Bead to record the spirit image, but just as she was about to open the diary, another voice that didn’t belong to Mage Helu suddenly sounded in her mind, startling her.
“Don’t move! There’s something on the pages of the book”
“???”
Dorothy was startled.
Fortunately, the infiltrator’s hand was steady enough due to her professional training, and she didn’t immediately open the diary. Then she recognized that this voice belonged to Lady Adele.
It seems that the entire operation of their small group was being observed by a higher-levelmander.
“There are three strands of hair in the gap of the diary. As long as you move them, it will definitely be discovered. Note their positions, take them out, and put them back after you’ve finished looking.”
Count Andrei’s voice, feigning mature calmness, also sounded by Dorothy’s ear along with the vibration of the Computation Bead. As an excellent member of the Thorn n, he was crystal clear about these little tricks to “prevent thieves”.
Under his guidance, Dorothy’s movements became even more gentle.
Before long, the three strands of hair from the notebook were taken out with tweezers, and then the thick notebook was opened. Dorothy didn’t look at the content at all, just flipping through it page by page at a fixed rhythm.
Through the recording of the spirit bead, these things could be taken back and studied slowlyter.
“Dorothy! Prepare to retreat! Someone’sing back, they’re approaching the camp, and the one in the lead should be Korando!”
Mage Helu’s voice now carried a hint of nervousness, but Dorothy, who was usually careless, showed surprising calmness andposure at this moment.
She seemed not to have heard Helu’s note at all. Her hand flipping through the pages was as steady as if it had a Special Effect added, not shaking at all,pleting the recording ording to the rhythm and using tweezers to put the three strands of hair back in their previous ces. She even very professionally erased all traces she had left in the tent.
It was almost seconds before Korando walked into the tent that she slipped out quietly.
“Damn, that was thrilling!”
Dorothy, who had been sprinting in the shadows all the way out of the camp, let out a long breath. It wasn’t until now that her hands started to shake.
“I heard that you were once a member of the Explorer’s Guild? I think you chose the wrong profession. You should have joined the Thieves’ Guild.”
The Count of White Mountain’s praise resonated through the Computation Bead. He made no effort to conceal his admiration for Dorothy, saying:
“Would you like me to write you a letter of rmendation? You know, the Thorn n is one of the founding members of the Thieves’ Guild.”
“Of course, I’ll take two. My disciple needs one as well. I believe his performance is equally worthy of your praise.”
Dorothy replied in a light tone, yfully mimicking Andrei’s distinctive northern ent. However, she didn’t leave immediately. Instead, she turned back to the gnoll camp, intending to check on her apprentice, Frostfang w.
How was Frostfang w doing at this moment?
He was quite busy.
The task of nting 3 positioning crystals was alreadyplete, and he was now advancing towards the core area of the gnoll camp under Thirty-Year-Old Tobo Mulberry’s “persuasion”.
This was clearly not part of the n, but Thirty-Year-Old Tobo Mulberry had convinced him with a rather devilish argument.
“Think about it, isn’t it too boring to y by the rules in a 100% realistic game? You’re a thief, brother. No matter what rules you follow, those who can be thieves are neverw-abiding citizens.
Your instincts have chosen a path you yearn to walk.
Therefore, your already impressive skills should be used in a more efficient direction. What I mean is, let’s take advantage of this opportunity to grab some benefits we usually can’t get.”
Thirty-Year-Old Tobo Mulberry persuaded in a veryzy voice:
“There must be good stuff in such arge camp!
ording to typical game logic, the best items are always ced in the safest ce. You just need to sneak into the boss room of the team dungeon. If you can find a treasure chest, wouldn’t that be a big win?
Don’t worry!
I just saw that big gnoll boss Kenport leading his men away from his main camp, patrolling among his barbarian troops.
At his speed, it will take at least 30 minutes toplete a round ande back. That’s plenty of time!
Yes!
That’s the right direction!
Keep going forward, avoid the cages ahead, they’re housing arge pack of hyenas. If we find something good, we’ll split it 50-50.”
“70-30!”
Frostfang w responded:
“I’m taking all the risk, you’re just talking.”
“Hey, I don’t like hearing that, buddy. How about this? I’ll remove the Eagle Eye spell now? You can rely on your own perception to act?”
Thirty-Year-Old Tobo Mulberry retorted unhappily, but a few secondster he took a step back, saying:
“But you’re not wrong, you are taking more risk than me. So, 60-40! No more negotiation, OK?”
“Hmm.”
Frostfang w didn’t object to this ratio. He soon entered the core area of the gnoll camp under Thirty-Year-Old Tobo Mulberry’s excited guidance.
This area was guarded by Kenport’s elite barbarian troops.
They were all Elite Temte creatures, and asionally there would even be a terrifying “Gnawbone Elite” popping up.
These were the personal guards cultivated by Kenport using the secret techniques of the hunting priests. They were huge but looked clumsy, wearing chain mail which was rare among gnolls, and wielding ils as fierce as armor-piercing hammers. However, there weren’t many of them. ording to Thirty-Year-Old Tobo Mulberry’s reconnaissance, there were less than 12, scattered in different ces tomand the elites for Kenport.
These two daring little yers were also lucky, as they managed toe all this way without being discovered by any elite soldiers. Perhaps the gnolls weren’t worried about anyone daring to challenge them in such a vast beast den?
By the time he stepped into Kenport’s chieftain’s tent, Frostfang w’s forehead was covered in sweat.
Just this 10-minute journey had increased his “Shadow Walking” skill proficiency by 2 full bars at the Master level!
Perhaps this was the correct way to upgrade skills. After all, as the old saying goes, you never know your limits until you push yourself.
“I’m in.”
Frostfang w wiped his sweat and reported back. Thirty-Year-Old Tobo Mulberry immediately replied:
“Scan the area quickly, we don’t have time for a thorough search. Just grab something valuable and leave. You wasted a bit too much time earlier, Kenport is already heading back.”
“Keep an eye out for me!”
Frostfang w had already locked onto his target.
He spotted a n-style chest ced next to Kenport’s bone throne and immediately moved to unlock it, but unexpectedly, a note caught his eye:
【This item is equipped with a powerful spirit technique, requires Master-level Trap Disarming to bypass!】
“Damn! Why now of all times?”
Frostfang w was very frustrated.
He decisively gave up and turned to leave, but soon he spotted several small boxes decorated with peculiar beast bones on the other side of the tent. Following the principle that a thief never leaves empty-handed, he ran over to check them out.
These boxes didn’t have spirit techniques, so he immediately took out his thief tools and started picking the locks.
Thanks to Dorothy’s careful teaching over this period, this task was no challenge for him.
“Frostfang w! Hurry up! Damn it, the BOSS is back! Shit! It’s toote.”
Thirty-Year-Old Tobo Mulberry was also anxious and upset, seeing Kenport approaching the tent with his guards. He sighed and said:
“Forget it, this one’s on me! I’llpensate you for your losses, brother… Huh? What’s going on?”
Thirty-Year-Old Tobo Mulberry, who was about to give up, suddenly saw through his Eagle Eye that Kenport and his guards had turned around and rushed towards another side of the camp.
He switched his perspective in surprise and found that a fire had started somewhere in the camp, and as luck would have it, it was right where the gnolls stored their supplies.
This unexpected turn of events excited both Thirty-Year-Old Tobo Mulberry and Frostfang w.
With more time, the thief continued opening the boxes. The first box opened contained some kind of evil-looking magical device made from the skull of who knows what.
Frostfang w didn’t have time to examine it closely, so he tossed it into his bag and started on the second box. A few minutester, he opened it to find two pale bone daggers inside, but daggers made for gnolls felt like a pair of short swords, one long and one short, in his hands.
As the third box was being opened, Thirty-Year-Old Tobo Mulberry’s voice became shrill, he shouted:
“Run quickly! The BOSS is reallying back this time!”
“Rip!”
Frostfang w didn’t have time to look closely, he grabbed the folded papers inside, tore off a corner and threw it aside, then tossed out two Molotov cocktails to start a fire here, before darting out himself.
“Fire! Fire!”
The gnoll guards screamed as they rushed in to put out the fire. In the chaos, no one noticed the thief running towards the distance, but this time luck was no longer on his side. Soon, the howls of hyenas from the outskirts of the camp indicated that hunters were on his trail.
“Don’t panic, it’s just one gnoll with 3 dogs! That’s an elite! Get him!”
Thirty-Year-Old Tobo Mulberry shouted.
Frostfang w knew that running like this wasn’t a good option. He steeled himself and turned to pounce on the pursuing gnoll elite hunter. His wrists turned, gripping the two bone short swords he had stolen earlier. As he grasped them, he activated the identification:
Name: gue’s Fangs – ssic Barbarian Bone Weapon
Quality: Masterwork – 【Souvenir】Commander
Traits: Extreme Poison – Extreme Piercing – Enhanced Bleeding – Enhanced Cutting – Bone Weapon
Special Effect: When hitting, there’s a chance to summon the spirit of the hyena leader “gue” to impact the enemy, inflicting a 【Fear】effect.
note!
This weapon is a 【Bone Weapon】, weapon degradation speed is doubled when used. Special maintenance methods need to be learned for repairs. Once the weapon is damaged, it is considered permanently destroyed.
Crafter: Rending w n gue Shaman Flesh Ripper
Item Description:
【gue was Kenport’s hyena war pet since childhood, the strongest and most ruthless leader among the bloodthirsty hyenas. Kenport learned from the Rending w n how to enhance his pets with toxins, making its teeth filled with terrifying venom.
Unfortunately, during Kenport’s power struggle within the n, gue died in a warlord challenge.
Its death bought a bright future for its master, and Kenport, who became a warlord, kept gue’s canine teeth and asked his old friend to craft them into weapons.
This gnoll warlord doesn’t often use it, but undoubtedly, this pair of assassin bone knives is his beloved possession, as if his loyal hyena was still by his side.】
“Impressive!”
Frostfang w’s eyes under his nightwalker mask shed with a cold light, as he pounced towards the gnoll hunter shooting at him in a life-or-death manner.
He couldn’t care about the scene of 3 ferocious hyenas tearing at him, he had to take down this guy before he couldn’t hold on any longer, toplete his ck Iron trial.
But unexpectedly, even minutester when Frostfang w, having exhausted all his tricks and methods, finally cut the gnoll hunter’s throat with the bone knife, the imagined hyena attack still didn’t happen.
He panted heavily as he pulled out the arrow stuck in his chest, copsing weakly on the ground. Looking up, he saw a pretty yet carefree figure in front of him, ying with her w dagger while observing him.
“Too substandard!”
Lady Dorothy kicked the corpses of the 3 ferocious hyenas at her feet, she mocked:
“It’s too substandard, whether by thief standards or assassin standards. Luckily you have a good mentor, so, can you forgive me now? My little grudge-holding Frostfang w.”
“Hmm”
He nodded, his eyes softening under the mask.
“Awesome, brother!”
Thirty-Year-Old Tobo Mulberry’s excited shout echoed in his mind.
That guy had witnessed Frostfang w’s entire battle, he whistled and said:
“You’re actually a dual-wieldingbat rogue! Impressive, impressive, my apologies. But I should get my share… hehe, you took the daggers, so that magical device is mine, right? We really are the perfect partners, unstoppable when we work together, right?”