Broad World

After leaving the blood-smelling bottom-level secret room, Henry saw Arkanis in the narrow passage ahead, fighting to the death with countless newborn vampires. At this moment, he no longer had the usual calm demeanor, and he looked very embarrassed. His cloak and leather armor were scratched and tattered, but with his agility, he hadn't really been injured so far.

It has to be said that the speed and evasion skills of the legendary thief were completely brought into full play by the man between thirty and forty years old. Several times, the vampire's attacks flashed past the skin, almost like It's the buskers who dance on the tip of their knives, and if they make a mistake, they'll break their guts.

Although Henry used to think that Arcanis's fighting style was biased towards dexterous one-hit kills, but now it seems that there is a slight deviation, especially the phantom-like steps under his feet, as long as there is a little room to move and dodge, it is difficult to deal with it. It does real damage.

He couldn't believe it at all, as a middle-aged man, he could still exercise his whole body's skeletal muscles to such an extent that even his fingertips could be used to kill people. In addition to the two weapons in his hand, the number one Askatla thief even had spikes on his knuckles. Every time he swung the enemy, the enemy would subconsciously dodge the oncoming sharp blade, but he ignored the other A deadly gadget, followed by a piercing through the throat.

Of course, if you think that these are all the means of the legendary thieves, it is a big mistake. Arcanes has countless deadly weapons. Every bendable joint in the whole body can be used to kill people. Elbows, knees, shoulders, toes, heels, blades that pop out from the sides of boots, and hand crossbows hidden under the wide cloak , darts, flash bombs, and even a few steel wires in the middle of the hair that can strangle the neck.

For such a person, unless he uses spells or wears an impenetrable pure gold full body armor, even if there is only a slight gap, he may die without knowing why.

All kinds of weird gadgets, at least one kind of poison that can be seen in blood. Extraordinary people's reflexes, and if conditions permit, they can also set up a series of traps. These are the fighting methods of the thieves in Faerun. If it is not necessary, they almost never choose to fight the enemy head-on, because they don't have the strong vitality and magic resistance of fighters, and their abilities tend to burst out in a short period of time. Once they are dragged, it means failure and death.

Among the most existing legendary professionals in Faerun, spellcasters (including mages, priests, druids, psions, etc.) are undoubtedly ranked first. They have countless ways to avoid death, as long as they don't seek death by themselves . Almost everyone can or a long time.

The second is those warrior professions with strong vitality and magic resistance. Their physical fitness has been fully strengthened, and their life expectancy is half or double that of normal people, and they can maintain quite strong combat effectiveness even in their later years.

What's left at the end are classes that only stay strong when they're young, Rogue being the most obvious example of this.

Sneaking, hiding, pickpocketing, lockpicking, assassination, etc., all require very high flexibility, sensitivity, hearing, vision, and reaction of the body, and the weight must be strictly kept within 50 kilograms, otherwise it will affect the combat effectiveness.

As we all know, human beings can only keep their bones soft when they are young, and they will gradually harden after they are about eighteen years old, and they will gradually age when they are in their forties. Although the situation of trained people will be better, but no one can reverse this natural law. In order to ensure their agility, some thieves even had to drink some potions that would drain calcium from their bones on a regular basis. The price is that as long as it is hit hard, it will fracture immediately.

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

It is precisely because of various harsh conditions that there are very few legendary thieves in the entire main plane. Even rarer than legendary fighters, the most important thing is that it is difficult for them to maintain their own state. As they get older, they will one day think that their physical fitness will decline and they will leave the legendary level.

Henry didn't know how Arcanis did this, but he must have paid a considerable price, which can rarely be seen from daily life.

As far as he knew, the guy barely drank alcohol and had a strict diet. Completely take in nutrients according to a certain ratio, don't eat any extra bites, and keep a respectful distance from women, just like a monk who is practicing penance.

It can be said that this kind of life is simply not human, and it not only requires terrible self-discipline ability. And the will must be absolutely determined, otherwise it won't be long before you will choose to give up because you can't bear the boring life.

"Bastard! You came here and came to help quickly. Are you willing to see me being torn to pieces by these damned vampire bats?" Arcanis yelled with a ferocious expression. Obviously, he was so full of resentment for Henry standing aside watching the play that he was even swearing.

"Sorry, your fighting style is really too entertaining, I was fascinated by it accidentally." Henry spread his hands as he spoke, with an innocent look on his face.

Arcanis was so angry that he continued to avoid the attack of the vampire while cursing loudly: "Then you should have seen enough now!!!"

"Of course, I got a lot of inspiration from it. Don't worry, I'll send these guys to meet their queen."

As soon as the words fell, a strong light burst out from Henry's hand, which instantly stung the eyes of all the vampires.

The zero-level magic "flash technique" can instantly release white light that is more dazzling than the sun. Even the residents walking in the sun will be dizzy for a long time if they are accidentally flashed, let alone these dark creatures that live underground all day long. Few spells are easier to cast in combat, and many spellcasters enjoy using it to get out of trouble.

Taking advantage of the more than ten seconds of the enemy's blindness, Henry sneered and swung the magic mace to turn on the headshot mode. With the sound of skull shattering, at least a dozen enemies died on the spot. There were more than a dozen seriously injured and fell to the ground, which immediately reversed the situation.

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

Seeing this scene, the corners of Arcanis' mouth hidden under the hood turned up slightly. There was a cruel smile: "It's really an impressive fighting style, but I like it very much."

"Let these villains have a good taste of fear and helplessness, otherwise the souls of those girls will not be at ease. Here, I found this magic dagger below, as a participant. You are eligible to get a spoils of war." As he said that, Henry pulled out the "throat cutter" from his waist and threw it over.

Relying on his agility, Arcanis grabbed the short sword in his hand. He carefully observed the bloody magic power flowing on it, and soon the smile on his face became wider: "Great, this sword is simply Born for killing. Gently cut the throat, let the blood sway freely, enjoy the fear and unwillingness of the prey before death, the feeling is simply wonderful."

Henry didn't show any fuss about such obviously bloodthirsty words, because it was in Faerun Continent. There are not many such people, especially those mercenaries, adventurers, and gang members who lick blood at the edge of their swords. Four out of ten have this kind of virtue. There are more or less mental problems.

He shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "As long as you like it. But now is not the time to get nervous, otherwise these little bats will run away."

Vampires are not fools. Although these newborns are not much smarter than ordinary people, if they still can't see the huge power gap between the two sides at this moment, they are out-and-out idiots.

Apparently, none of the surviving vampires were fools. When they saw the corpses of their companions on the ground, their faces immediately changed drastically. Without any hesitation, they all transformed into bats or spirit forms and wanted to escape.

Of course, Henry couldn't just sit back and watch the enemy run away like this. Instantly opened a page of the Book of Thousand Laws, activating the spell on it.

I saw a golden light suddenly burst out from the middle of the vampire, and in the blink of an eye, it formed a large area covered by positive energy, and immediately returned those guys who had turned into bats and spirits back to their original forms, some of which were relatively powerful. The weak ones began to melt slowly like ice and snow, and disappeared completely after only a few seconds.

Relying on his rich combat experience, Henry only used a sixth-level spell "Undead to Death" to keep all the vampires behind. Not even one slipped through the net.

Having experienced countless battles, he is better at grasping the timing than those mages who stay in the tower all day long, knowing when to use which spell is the most appropriate.

What followed was a one-sided massacre. Arcanis intentionally cut a series of cuts at not so important positions, and gave full play to the bleeding characteristics of the "throat cutter". After a while, the remaining enemies fell into a coma due to excessive blood loss, and finally the blessed Stakes driven into the heart.

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

"Oh, why do you say that?" Arcanis asked, gently wiping the blood on the dagger.

"Did you see the dust that these vampires turned into on the ground? It will warn every undead creature that approaches, what happened here." Henry said as he grabbed a handful of dust and sprinkled it into the air.

As a learned mage, he knows very well that the dust left by every vampire after death will record a lot of information, and only a few simple spells can reproduce the scene at the moment of death, so there is no need to worry about what will happen here in a short time. There are a large number of undead creatures gathering.

Arcanis nodded thoughtfully: "It sounds reasonable. Although it's a little unnecessary, I still have to ask one more question. Are you sure you killed the vampire who claimed to be Bodhi?"

"Of course, her body is on the lower floor. You can go down and have a look at it anytime you want. I have other things to do, so I'm leaving." Henry waved his hand and returned along the passageway he came from. He still has a lot to do, so don't plan to waste too much time here.

"Thank you for your dagger, goodbye." Arkanis waved his hand, and then quickly slipped into the second basement floor to check Weilan's body.

Because the blood head was really a little nervous by the vampires, before leaving, he made a very solemn statement that this time he must see people in life and corpses in death... (to be continued~^~)